This thing starts with a goddess basically catfishing you. She gives you the whole “save the world from titans” story, all dramatic and holy, but from the first few clicks it’s obvious she mostly wants to throw you into a horny parody universe where plot is just a polite excuse to make the Attack on Titan girls open their legs for you. You play Takashi, this totally average guy who reacts to getting isekai’d with just the right amount of “holy shit” and “ok but where are the tits.” The tone swings between goofy and shamelessly filthy, and it kind of works. One minute they’re talking about humanity’s last hope, next minute Mikasa is on her knees, hair messy, with that dead-serious face still on while she’s choking on your cock like it’s part of the military training. It feels wrong in exactly the way you came here for.

The “multiverse” thing is really just an excuse: different scenes, different setups, same target. You pop around this twisted version of the walls and barracks, and all the familiar locations are slightly off, like a porn parody that forgot to be subtle. There’s banter, there are stupid jokes at all the right times, like the goddess nagging you that if you keep choosing the lewd options the timeline is fucked, while the game itself keeps rewarding you for going full degener*te. At one point I picked a “heroic” dialogue choice by mistake and the scene turned almost sweet for a moment, which felt more illegal than the actual sex. Then the next click had Mikasa grinding on you, riding you with this cold, focused look, like she’s trying to break a training dummy, except it’s your dick. The CG style fits the anime vibe enough so your brain instantly goes “oh, that’s her,” and then it drops the panties and the illusion of canon in the same second. It’s crude, sometimes lazy, sometimes weirdly on point. I hated how the text occasionally repeats the same teasing line, but my hand apparently did not care.

The best bits are when the game remembers it’s supposed to be funny and horny at the same time. Like when the goddess complains you’re corrupting every timeline and then quietly adds a new “nasty” option to the menu. Or when Takashi pretends he’s trying to save humanity while obviously aiming for “save my balls from being full.” If you want to squeeze the most juice out of it, don’t just skip straight to the money shots. Click the sillier choices, let the scenes breathe, piss off the goddess a bit, and take your time watching Mikasa slowly go from stoic soldier to dick-drunk mess. That’s where the game actually feels like a lewd fan letter to the anime, written by someone who watched way too many “what if she sat on my face” TikToks and finally snapped.

Eddie and Rachel look like that boring happy couple you scroll past on Instagram, the ones with the polite smiles and the rented apartment that pretends to be “cozy”. The game starts right there, in that fake normal vibe, with him already quietly falling apart inside and her trying to keep the whole thing from collapsing. There’s debt hanging over them like a nasty pop-up ad you can’t close, his dick is not cooperating because stress killed his confidence, and the only thing that still feels solid between them is this shared idea that they’re “a team”. The fun part is watching how fast that word stops meaning anything once money, pride, and a hungry cocked-up world start to push on them from all sides. The dev doesn’t rush it. You just read their chats, watch how they text, look at tiny reactions that feel a bit too familiar if you’ve ever stalked someone on WhatsApp or Telegram when you already knew something was off but still pretended it was fine.

The whole thing plays like someone stole a phone, unlocked it, and gave it to you. You’re not clicking choices to be a hero, you’re more like a creepy ghost sitting behind Eddie’s eyes while he tries to be the “good husband” and the “good worker” at the same time, and fails at both. The erotic stuff builds slow, mostly through Rachel’s side of the screen. At first she’s just desperate for a job, doing those semi-innocent selfies that are “only for my résumé” or “just to look more friendly”. Then the teasing starts to slip in. A bit more leg. Tight clothes. That moment she spends just a little too long on a message from some guy. You can feel the line moving and nobody says it out loud. The game is ruthless about that part: it never treats her like a cartoon whore, but also doesn’t protect her image. She wants to help Eddie, yes, and yeah, she also wants to feel desired again. That mix of guilt and arousal on her face when she masturbates after a flirty chat with someone who is not her husband is way more fucked up than any usual porn scene, because the writing already made you hear her breathing in your head before she even spreads her legs.

What really hits is how the corruption is not just about her pussy, it’s about the way they both look at each other. Eddie keeps staring at his phone, refreshing work messages, hoping his boss’s approval will fix his broken pride, while the person he actually married slides further out of his reach in the same rectangle he’s holding. There are voyeur moments where you see Rachel through screenshots, photos, or sneaky angles, like you’re peeking in from the corner of a chat window. She starts out shy, then slowly poses better, arches her back a bit more for that “just one more pic”, and the guys on the other side know exactly what they’re doing. There’s teasing, humiliating contrast between Eddie’s limp stress dick and the hungry reactions she gets online, and the game does not let you stop it or fix it. That’s the nasty charm of it. It’s a kinetic ride straight into that specific nightmare where your wife is still saying “I love you” while her fingers are shaking a little after cumming to someone else’s messages. No big choices, no clean escape, just that awful, hot, sticky feeling in your chest and your pants at the same time as you watch everything slide out of control.