Can’t lie, I clicked expecting another copy-paste anime mashup with the usual stiff models and dead-eyed moans, but this one hits different. There’s a sadness under all that skin, like someone coded their fantasies too carefully, you know? I found myself staring at Raven’s face - Batman’s Raven - and thinking, “she shouldn’t be looking at me like that,” while still dragging her into position anyway. Unreal how fast guilt turns into hunger when the animation breathes just right. And maybe it’s because of the Illusion engine doing its sneaky physics thing, or maybe because the transitions are almost clumsy, like real people fumbling with clothes and patience. It’s messy, which makes it hot.

The scenes jump from universes without pretending to make sense. One second I’m in some broken-down Capsule Corp lab, Bulma smirking like she *planned* to get caught; next, Yoruichi’s toes press against my chest, laughing, telling me to look up. I did. Of course I did. The voyeur mode feels wrong in the best possible way - it doesn’t even give you fake morality options, just lets you watch. But then again, maybe that’s lazy design. Or genius. Hard to tell when your brain’s half-melted. The weird part? The sound mix changes depending on position, so D.Va sounds distant if she turns away. I swear no one ever gets audio that intimate, not even those overpriced VR patches on Steam.

Anyway, I could say it’s perfect, but I won’t. Some things twitch too mechanically - the faces sometimes freeze mid-expression, like they remember they’re code. Yet that’s also the charm. You see the seams, and you keep touching them. Like rubbing a wound for pleasure. Half the cast shouldn’t exist in the same space - Orihime beside Tifa beside Samus - but here they crowd my screen like they’ve been waiting forever. Maybe that’s why it works: it’s absurd, obscene, familiar, and somehow lonelier than expected. I closed the browser and immediately reopened it. Couldn’t help it.

I swear this game messed with my head more than any so-called “psychological” visual novel ever did. You wake up rich, spoiled, surrounded by girls who look like they stepped straight out of some fever-dream crossover - like, imagine Asuka Langley arguing with Hinata about who gets to sit closer to you at breakfast, and then Merlin just casually walks in wearing nothing but a towel that doesn’t even try to do its job. It’s ridiculous, yet there’s something weirdly believable about it. Maybe because the dream logic fits too well: everything looks perfect, but your brain keeps whispering that something’s off. I liked that uneasy feeling until it got buried under all the moaning and skin. Then again, maybe that’s the point - when reality breaks, people reach for pleasure first. Or I’m overthinking pixels again.

There’s this scene - I won’t spoil too much - but you’re supposed to choose between helping Yor Forger study or letting Jinx drag you to her room. I picked Yor, thinking it’d be wholesome. Yeah, right. Five clicks later she’s on the desk, glasses half-off, saying things no spy should ever say. The animation isn’t flawless; sometimes her eyes lag behind her face, which made me laugh when I shouldn’t have. But that glitchy charm stuck with me longer than any of the polished stuff. And the sound design? Way too real. My cheap headphones couldn’t handle Tsunade’s voice purring through them. Still, I kept replaying the same moment like an idiot chasing déjà vu.

Funny thing: I started playing for the sexy chaos, but ended up stuck thinking about that blank-memory setup. Like maybe the main guy deserves the confusion. Maybe we all do. It’s a horny game pretending to be philosophical - or a philosophical game pretending to be horny. Doesn’t matter. When Nami whispers something about “remembering the wrong things,” I actually paused. Then I unpaused, because, well… she was already moving.

A horny Martian crashing on Earth to flirt with half the Overwatch roster should not work this well, but it kind of does, in a trashy cocktail way. You play this very unapologetic male traveler who drops into a sci‑fi parody world that looks like someone’s Overwatch folder and Pornhub search history had a child, and that child learned sarcasm from Twitter. The tone is playful and stupid in a good way: the writing knows exactly what it is, a dating sim where you romance heroes you’ve already masturbated to, just now with more jokes and actual routes. One scene with D.Va had me pause my Spotify because I wanted to hear the little voice lines and teasing properly. She talks to you like a cocky streamer who knows she has you on a leash, then flips into surprisingly soft mode after you pick the right dialogue. It feels less like “here is sex scene number 1” and more like you bullied your way through her chat and somehow ended up in her bed. Completely unrealistic, but who cares.

What I liked most is how the game treats the girls as characters before it turns them into porn poses, even if the porn is absolutely the point. Mercy does this fake professional thing at first, like she is about to scold you for existing, and then just melts when you push the romance options hard enough. There is one moment where she is explaining something very medical and important, and the camera is slowly sliding lower, like your brain does when someone with big tits starts talking about “vital signs”. Pharah is the opposite energy, more stoic but also low key the biggest perv once you hit the right trigger, and the scene with her using a toy on you while keeping that soldier attitude was honestly my favorite, because it’s both funny and hot. Mei’s route feels a bit lighter and more comedic, with a lot of humor around her body and that big ass, like the artist really, really loves drawing her thighs almost more than the actual sex. Almost. The 2D art is messy in places, but in a good way, like horny sketchbook energy; some angles are awkward, then you get one frame of Ana giving a handjob with this tired MILF gaze and it looks like a painting you’d hide in a secret folder on your Google Drive. The mobile version feels natural too, tapping through choices one‑handed while the other hand is busy, and the pacing of oral to vaginal to toy play actually respects that rhythm. I wish one UI button was placed a bit higher, it keeps making me misclick during a climax scene with Juno, and it annoys the hell out of me every single time, but then I get distracted because Iggy shows up with this smug grin and the game throws another joke in your face. It’s dirty, kind of stupid, sometimes romantic in a clumsy way, and it looks like it was made by someone who really loves these characters, not just their boobs, even if the boobs are absolutely the main camera target.

You start as this kinda average guy who says yes to a sketchy science experiment he really should have read the terms of service on, and next moment you wake up in a future where Overwatch is not just a game but your whole messy, horny new life. It feels like someone mashed a dating sim with a point & click comedy, then sprinkled a bunch of porn hub searches over it and said “yeah, that’s the story now”. You go around talking to these twisted versions of the heroes you know, poking at stuff on the screen, trying not to miss any dialog option that might lead to pussy, a blowjob or at least some shameless groping. One minute Ana is lecturing you like an annoyed MILF who already knows you are checking out her tits, next minute you are in some lab with Dr. Arrhenius, listening to fake science that is clearly just an excuse to get your dick into trouble. The humor hits this weird sweet spot where it’s half shitpost, half horny fanfic, and yet it works. Sometimes it is actually funnier than it needs to be for a porn game, which annoyed me a bit because I caught myself reading instead of skipping straight to the sex scenes.

The heroines are all reimagined versions of Overwatch girls and a few surprises, but not in that boring “perfect goddess” way. D.Va feels like that Twitch streamer who would absolutely farm subs by “accidentally” flashing cleavage, Tracer is all manic energy and flirty lines, Kiriko is way too smug about how much control she has of the situation, and Mercy somehow manages to be a horny angel with big tits and a therapist at the same time. There is interracial stuff baked in very naturally, not in that cringe checkbox style. You flirt, pick dialog, wander around rooms, and gradually unlock more perverted scenes, from teasing touches to full on vaginal sex and sloppy, noisy oral that doesn’t pretend to be romantic. When it goes into harem territory it just leans into the fantasy completely, like the game knows exactly what kind of brainrot you came here for. And then suddenly a scene will play it kinda tender, like a real romance moment, which is confusing in a good way. The AI-style CG art has that slightly uncanny vibe sometimes, but it actually fits the whole “futuristic lab, weird experiment” setting so I didn’t mind. I only got annoyed once when I misclicked in this one point & click segment and had to redo a whole conversation because the game really wants you to talk your way into pussy the proper way. Felt like being punished by a horny visual novel. Still, when you are watching Mei press her soft body against the screen while some dirty joke lands perfectly, you forget about that. The game just keeps tossing horny situations at you, from groping in totally inappropriate places to full-on hardcore scenes, and somehow it still feels like an adventure, not just a gallery. I opened it thinking “ok, quick fap app” and then I’m arguing with myself whether I want to charm Pharah or piss off Brigitte first, like an idiot who takes porn choices way too seriously.