Korra is sweaty, pissed off at her own training routine, muscles tight, hair stuck to her neck, and the last thing she expects is Asami rolling in with that smug little I’ve-been-building-something-naughty smile. She’s not here to cheer from the sidelines. She’s got a “new project” she just has to field test, and of course it’s something only a horny rich genius like her would even think of: a bending-powered cock that literally moves with water. Not a normal toy, not just a strapon with some extra vibration, but a smooth, fluid shaft that swells, twists, pulses like it’s alive, all under Korra’s control or Asami’s, depending who’s calling the shots. It looks like something between a sex toy and a high-end smartphone prototype, and also like it should not be anywhere near a vagina without a full safety manual, but that’s part of the charm. Asami’s already acting like she knows Korra is going to say yes. She’s not wrong.

There’s no shy “maybe we should kiss first” energy here. These two already fucked before, they already tasted each other, they already did the whole slow finger teasing in a Satomobile and then pretended it was an accident. Now it’s just straight to that hungry, familiar “I want you again” vibe. Korra’s body goes from combat stance to fuck-me stance in one breath. Clothes come off with that messy, rushed feel, not pretty, not staged. Sports top half rolled, pants around one ankle, Asami still wearing something stupidly stylish because of course she is, one glove off so she can adjust settings on her new toy and the other still on when she grabs Korra’s hair. The game pulls you right into that moment where Korra spreads her thighs almost impatient, a little arrogant, like she’s challenging the machine to keep up with her. Then you see the water respond: tightening, swirling, the shaft reshaping with every tiny flick of bending, going from thick and blunt to slim and pointed, then bulging on one side to grind right on that spot inside her that makes her thighs shake. It’s not just porn, it’s literally fashion for fucking: change the shape, change the curve, change how it shines with the reflections on her wet skin. I wish her sports gear changed look after all that sweat and sex, but it stays annoyingly clean in some scenes and it bothers me way more than it should.

What I liked most is how it lets Korra be a show off and a mess at the same time. One second she’s grinning with that cocky “Avatar can handle anything” face, bending the water so the shaft pistons deep and strong, hitting her own cervix just because she wants to feel the edge of pain. Next second she loses focus, the shape slips thicker than she expected, and she gasps, hips jerking, eyes rolling up as Asami leans in and whispers shit in her ear. There’s a moment where Asami straps the rig to herself, and suddenly it’s not just some remote toy, it’s Asami with this liquid, shifting dick, using Korra like a training dummy on the mat, fucking her from behind while Korra claws the ground, water pooling under her belly from all the bending feedback and her own juices. They skip all the cutesy warm up and just go hard, like two women who already know every weak spot, every sound. The toy curves up, grinding her clit from the inside while Asami’s hand circles from the outside, and Korra’s thighs are shaking like she just finished a full day of sparring. It’s obscene, but in that very specific “of course this is what these two would invent together” way. You can feel that this isn’t some random lesbian scene thrown together, it’s Asami treating sex like tech design, and Korra treating a dildo like it’s just another way to push her limits. Eventually the water is splashing, her voice is cracking, Asami’s lipstick is smeared, and everything feels messily right and also slightly unsafe, which is exactly why it works.

Lunch here is absolutely not the same girl you remember from the show. Forget the shy sneeze gag, she’s basically logged into her own porn universe and left the plot far behind. The whole thing feels like someone asked “what if Lunch stopped pulling guns and started pulling out toys instead” and nobody told them no. You’re not some epic hero, you’re just the lucky idiot she decided to drag into her horny little side quest. She wants to fuck, she tells you she wants to fuck, and the game never pretends it’s about anything else. There’s this funny moment at the start where she looks at you like you interrupted her lunch break, then suddenly she’s grinding on you like that was her plan all day. No build‑up, no big story arc, just “hey, you, undress me and make it nasty”. Honestly, respect.

The breast thing is ridiculous in a good way and in a “ok calm down” way. They don’t just look big, they move, bounce, and straight up jiggle like the dev had a personal grudge against gravity. You click something, they react, you thrust, they react more, and every time they slam against her chest you can’t decide if you’re aroused or just impressed by how stupidly huge they are. There’s a part where you’re ramming that dildo into her and her tits are just swinging all over the place while she moans and begs for more, and it feels like the whole scene is built just to show how far they can push the expansion without her literally tipping over. Then the game leans into it even harder: she spreads her legs, pussy glistening, dildo going in deep, and she stares right at you with that “you’re not done yet, idiot” face. The creampie finish isn’t some shy fadeout either. You pump her full, she squeezes around you like her whole body is trying to milk every drop, and the camera just stays there, watching it leak out while her chest keeps twitching and bouncing like her orgasms don’t know when to stop. And somewhere in the back there’s this flying tree frog reference that shows up like a fever dream, like the dev was watching the wrong anime and just rolled with it. It makes zero sense, but by that point you’re already knuckle‑deep in her and not really complaining. Actually, I am complaining about her socks; they annoy me for some reason and it’s never explained, but whatever, no one cares except me. The whole thing feels dirty, stupid, horny and strangely honest about it, like a drunk fantasy that accidentally clicked “publish” instead of “save draft”.

Tifa looks like she took a wrong turn in Midgar and ended up in the horniest biology lab on Pornhub. No saving the planet here, she’s basically reduced to “premium milk source with attitude,” strapped into this creepy-but-sexy milk plant where everything is built around one thing: squeeze more out of those ridiculous tits. The game doesn’t pretend to be subtle. You get her tied up in all these positions that look half like torture rack, half like weird spa machine, and the whole interface feels like someone put a Final Fantasy mod inside a dairy fetish dream. You poke, pull, pump, shove toys in places, watch the milk pour, and the game just keeps rewarding you for being a complete perv. And yes, she’s moaning like she can’t decide if she wants to punch you or beg for another round. That’s basically the main kink here: she’s helpless, bound tight, but her body’s betraying her.

The fun part is how the game treats her boobs like some unstable magic materia. You push her too hard and she’s squirming, the tits swelling bigger, veins showing a bit, dripping like someone turned on a hidden tap. You slow down and tease with a dildo or fingers, and you get this lazy milking flow that looks almost peaceful, which honestly is creepier because she’s still chained to some metal frame like a captured monster. Sometimes the plant’s machines do part of the work for you, those cold-looking suction cups and tubes that clamp around her nipples and just start pulling, and your job is more like “adjust the cruelty level.” One tiny slider up, she gasps and the milk blasts out, another tiny push, now she’s in that thin line where pleasure and pain mix and the sounds get filthy. There’s this one sequence where they bend her over, spread her, and you’re stuffing an anal dildo inside while the milker tugs on her breasts at the same time, and it honestly feels like you’re juggling three fetishes while trying not to break the toy. The animations when she arches her back and milk sprays over her own belly are the kind of thing people screenshot and send on Discord like “ok I’m going to hell for this.”

What stays in your head after you close the tab is not even the hardcore stuff, weirdly. It’s that small detail when you press on her swollen boob and the areola looks tight and shiny right before the milk leaks out, like the whole breast is about to burst if you don’t let it go. The sound of the machine sucking is low and wet, kind of too close to your ear if you play with headphones, and the voice lines loop in a way that makes you think of those old Flash games, a bit cheap, but that almost adds to the charm. I still hate the tiny little UI arrow in the corner that looks like it should do something important and basically does nothing, and I kept clicking it like an idiot. The game doesn’t really care about plot, just throws Tifa in there, treats her like the “perfect specimen,” and says, here, make her give you more. And you do. Not because it’s deep or whatever, but because there’s this nasty satisfaction in seeing how far that milk plant will push her body, how much those soft brown nipples can take before they’re dripping non-stop. It’s wrong, it’s hot, and it kind of feels like someone took that one Tifa hentai you saw years ago and decided, yeah, let’s make it interactive and way more fucked up.

Kasumi Rebirth feels like catching someone’s private mod folder that accidentally got pushed live and nobody had the heart to stop it. It’s just Kasumi, chained up, not doing the “cool ninja” thing at all, and the whole game is basically you seeing how far you can push her body before you get bored or feel weird about yourself. She hangs there in those metal restraints, soft skin, big tits squeezed by the outfit that you immediately start ripping off, because of course you do. There is no fake romance, no “story” pretending this isn’t what it is. You poke her, grab her, slide hands over her tits, pinch her nipples a bit too hard, then harder, just to see if the reaction changes. It turns into this quiet little lab experiment: what if I put fingers in her pussy first, then in her ass, then both, then ignore both and just use her tits like they are toys made of warm jelly. The game doesn’t judge. It just lets you be a freak in peace.

The main loop of Kasumi Rebirth is strangely hypnotic: click, drag, spread her legs, tilt her hips, line her up for doggystyle, then get distracted and go back to playing with her mouth. You pull her head back, slide a dildo between her lips, watch those eyes say everything without a single line of dialog. Deepthroat her with plastic, then switch holes like a bored god with too much free time. Pussy, ass, mouth, back to pussy, then push it in her asshole again just because you like the way she tightens around it. You can masturbate her slowly, tease her clit until she twitches, then ram something inside and go straight for a rough creampie like the concept of foreplay never existed. Cumshots on her face, on her breasts, slipping down her body, and at some point I tried to see if I could cover both tits perfectly and got annoyed because one drop kept sliding off the side in a stupid way that distracted me more than it should. There is also this breast expansion thing going on that feels like someone’s late-night fever dream: you start tweaking and pumping and suddenly her big tits are not just big, they are ridiculous, heavy, almost comical, but somehow it works because this game stopped pretending to be “normal” a long time ago. It is rough, it is ***-y, it is torture dressed up as “gentle play”, and yet the whole thing has this old-school Internet porn game energy that makes you keep testing one more position, one more angle, one more messy facial, just to see how far Kasumi’s body can be turned into a toy before you finally close the tab and swear you’re done with Dead or Alive girls forever.