Didn’t think I’d even bother with another “casting couch” parody, but WaifuHub kinda trapped me there for a while. It’s one of those browser things that pretends to be ironic, except it isn’t, or maybe it is, I don’t even know anymore. You play as the guy behind the camera, interviewing all these anime girls you’ve seen a million times before - 2B shows up all confident and stiff, Raphtalia’s nervous like she’s in a real audition, and Lucoa just… well, she’s Lucoa, she doesn’t care what anyone thinks. The voice acting’s weirdly uneven, and sometimes the moans cut out at random, which somehow made it more real? Like catching some clumsy home-recording vibe. But yeah, the animations hit that point between funny and hot. You’ll laugh when Galko starts her self-introduction too seriously and then forgets she’s supposed to be seducing you, and then it hits you - you’re actually into this.

What got me wasn’t even the sex scenes (well, okay, some of them). It’s that stupid fake dialogue right before things go wild. Meiko saying she’s “totally professional” and then two sentences later losing it on camera - it’s dumb but oddly human. I kept noticing small stuff: the sound of sandals scraping, the way hands twitch when the pace changes. The dev probably didn’t plan half of that; it’s just dirty accident magic. Though I swear the skip button hates me - it freezes every other time I touch it. Doesn’t matter though, since you end up watching everything twice anyway. And Cheelai? She breaks the fourth wall once and it ruined me, I laughed so hard I forgot I was supposed to jerk off.

Somewhere around Mitsuki’s scene I caught myself thinking about how strange it is that we build whole universes of desire around characters that started out as jokes for teenage boys. Then I gave up thinking because Mina’s turn came and - yeah. Animation’s rough around the edges, lines are bad, the logic is nonsense, but damn if it doesn’t feel alive in that broken way cheap porn sometimes does. I still can’t figure out why 2B blushes differently depending on the camera angle. Maybe it’s intentional. Probably not. Doesn’t matter.

You fall asleep after a dumb anime binge and suddenly you’re not in your crappy room scrolling Twitter anymore, you’re standing in some wild, color-soaked version of the Dragon Ball world, staring straight at Videl who looks way too good for someone you just “met.” She gives you that suspicious glare, but she still helps you out, which is hilarious, because five minutes later you’re checking out her ass while she pretends not to notice. The game plays it like a dating sim but lazier in a fun way. You wander around this sandbox map, bump into familiar faces in bikinis that never existed in canon, and the story just shrugs and goes “yeah, he’s from another world, whatever, now go flirt.” There’s a weird charm to how it doesn’t care. One moment you’re talking about Ki and training, next moment you’re getting your dick sucked behind some random building because you picked the “annoying but bold” dialogue option.

Videl is your first “anchor,” but she’s not the only one waiting to ruin your sleep schedule. Chi-Chi shows up with that permanent “I’m tired of Goku’s bullshit” energy, except this time she actually notices you. It’s messed up how satisfying it is to slowly push her from strict mom mode into needy, half-naked mess in the kitchen, while she pretends she’s only interested in your “training.” You’re doing push-ups and her tits are just... there. The game loves to make you grind little scenes with teasing before it lets anything serious happen. Bikini scenes at the beach where you’re obviously staring at her chest, “accidental” gropes when you’re helping with groceries, her trying to scold you while you can see she’s wet. When she finally drops to her knees, it feels earned and also completely stupid because you know you just clicked through a dozen goofy dialogue boxes to get there. Oral sex scenes are animated just enough to make your brain shut up and let the caveman part take over. Vaginal scenes too, with those slow, repeatable loops you end up watching way longer than you admit.

Then there’s the fanservice parade. Bulma playing horny scientist again, but this time you’re the experiment. Android 18 pretending she doesn’t care, then blushing when you push the right option, like a tsundere with super strength who also happens to have ridiculous tits. Pan shows up older, obviously, with that smug “I’m stronger than you” attitude that turns into you pinning her to a wall because she wanted to “test your stamina.” Erasa appears for like five minutes and it’s just enough to remember why every high school perv loved her. Bulla rocks a bikini that should be illegal and the game just rolls with it. You wander around, trigger small events, build “affection,” peek at them changing, grab a kiss here, a blowjob there, and then suddenly you’re balls-deep in a girl who could casually vaporize a city. It never fully pretends to be serious romance, but it throws in just enough sweet moments, like sharing food with Elizabeth from that other anime world cameo, or teasing Android 21 about her cooking while she leans over the counter, ass in your face, to keep you hooked. The whole thing feels like some horny fever dream where a bored mobile dev mashed Dragon Ball, Seven Deadly Sins, and random waifu culture together, forgot half the rules, and accidentally made something you keep coming back to “for just one more scene.”

Picture a realm bursting with the most famous female characters from Boku no Hero Academia, Naruto, and Dragon Ball, desire pulses wildly as these legendary beauties mingle. As a mad scientist eerily similar to Android 18, your experiments are about to change everything. She’s discovered a way to mutate these anime babes into powerful futanari hybrids, and she craves more subjects.

Driven by dark obsession, she seeks out as many heroines as possible to subject to her lascivious tests. Every tempting figure from Mitsuki Bakugou to Sarada Uchiha is drawn into her web of transformation.

Expect nonstop action featuring group sex, voyeurism, masturbation, and steamy vaginal and anal encounters. The erotic visuals bring every fantasy to life, from tender handjobs to wild, uninhibited orgies.

Command the scene, corrupting virgin innocence and unleashing primal lust in a world where limits don’t exist. Surrender to the madness and let your fantasies run wild with every sultry encounter.

Start bending reality now and watch as your favorite anime heroines evolve into insatiable futanari goddesses.

You ever had one of those dreams where all your favorite anime girls somehow end up in the same damn room and nobody’s pretending to be shy? That’s the vibe here. It’s like someone cracked open every universe - Dragon Ball, My Hero, Fate, Pokémon, even some old-school Darkstalkers stuff - and said, “Yeah, let’s see what happens if we make this horny.” You start off like the usual male protagonist who’s probably too average for his own good, but then the story flips, and suddenly you’re face to face (or more like face between thighs) with women who look like they could crush you or bless you, sometimes both. Artoria looks divine, like she’s judging your soul while riding you. Cammy doesn’t ask, she just pins you. Lusamine’s smile is all wrong in the right way. It’s messy, it’s chaotic, and it knows exactly what it is - fantasy without apology.

There’s something about the way scenes shift that feels like tarot cards flipping. One moment, The Lovers - soft light, skin, slow rhythm, the sound of breath. Next card, The Tower - power play, domination, a queen’s boot on your chest. It’s all written in that language between pleasure and humiliation. I liked how it didn’t care for “moral arcs.” Nemuri Kayama whispering filth while she toys with you like she’s grading your stamina. Android 18 smirking, asking if you really thought you could keep up. You can’t. But you still try, and that’s kind of the point. Even the “romance” parts hit weirdly tender, like you accidentally caught feelings for a goddess who’s only half real.

I noticed some things that annoyed me - like the transitions, they just happen. No warning, no rhythm. But then again, maybe that’s what keeps it hot. It’s a fever dream stitched from too many fantasies, half memory, half instinct. The kind of game you tell yourself you’ll play for five minutes, then you’re sweating, reading every line like a prayer you don’t want answered. Nothing about it feels clean. That’s the charm. It’s lust pretending to be destiny. Or maybe the other way around.