You start as this scrawny kid who basically got fucked by life before he even hit puberty. Happy little home, mom who actually cares, then some random pirate bastards show up, burn everything, and steal her away like she’s just another treasure chest. He grows up with that hole in his chest, clinging to this “justice” idea, so he joins the marines thinking he’s gonna be a hero. Of course that goes to shit. The game doesn’t waste time pretending the marines are noble. You find out they’re corrupt as hell, they use people, they throw innocents away, and you’re just another disposable grunt. That whole part actually hits harder than I expected in a porn game. One moment you’re chasing promotion, next moment you’re watching “justice” torture someone and you realize you’re the bad guy. Then he flips the table and goes full pirate. Not the Luffy idiot kind, more like “I’ll use this world’s filth to get my mom back and have fun while I’m at it” kind of pirate.

And his fun? Yeah, that’s where the akuma-no-mi comes in. It’s this weird fruit that takes forever to awaken, then suddenly you’re controlling desire like it’s another limb. Not boring mind control, more like you twist reality just a bit and push people right to the edge where they want to be used. So when he picks up his “crew” made entirely of One Piece girls, it’s basically every horny fanfic from old forums mashed together, but actually interactive. Nami acting bitchy and money hungry but melting when you push her into a corner and make her pay her “debt” with a sloppy titfuck on the captain’s chair. Robin, all calm and clever, letting you tie her up and pretend you’re interrogating a dangerous criminal while your hands are everywhere, from her huge tits to her ass, and she’s trying to keep a straight face and failing. Nojiko with that fake tough attitude, straddling you for a slow, wet vaginal ride after a long argument where she pretends she doesn’t want it. Mozu being the surprise favorite, by the way, because there’s this one voyeurism scene where you catch her masturbating in a storage room, whispering your name, thinking you’re not around. You can walk away like a gentleman or just step out, grab her by the hair, and finish what she started. Guess which one I picked. The game loves teasing that choice thing, like a low budget “choose your own adventure” but with way more cum and way less dignity.

The tone jumps between adventure story and straight up pervy as hell. One moment you’re sailing after rumors of the Straw Hats, the next you’re balls deep in some crazy group scene with Nami, Robin and Nojiko taking turns on your cock while the others watch through a crack in the door. The akuma-no-mi lets you push them into stuff they’d “never do” in the original anime, so you get anal drills, messy creampies, tentacle bullshit with sea kings you bait on purpose, toys shoved where they shouldn’t fit, even some heavy female domination moments where Nami literally rides your face and tells you a “real captain” should know how to serve. Sometimes the pacing is weird, like you’re in the middle of a dramatic revelation about your mother and suddenly it cuts to a footjob scene on the deck, toes wrapped around your shaft while you’re trying to care about the plot. Also, whoever decided to make the main character a virgin at the start but then instantly turns him into this sex god after the fruit awakens clearly has never touched a real human body. And I swear, the little UI camera icon for voyeur scenes is like two pixels too far to the right and it drives me insane every time. But when you’re watching Nami and Robin go full lesbian on each other, tongues deep, fingers everywhere, your brain kinda forgets to complain. The game knows exactly what it is: a messy fantasy where justice is fake, pirates are hot, and every big ass and big tits in this universe eventually ends up sweating and moaning under you, or on top of you, or around you, or all three at once.

Every time someone thinks they’ve seen it all in adult games, something like this lands on my screen and ruins my emotional equilibrium for a week. The title doesn’t tempt so much as it threatens, whispering that sort of “you won’t survive this, champ” energy. I went in expecting cheap smut; came out feeling like the game had crawled into my DMs and roasted me in front of everyone. You start as this soft little guy (the type who apologizes to his reflection) surrounded by girls who don’t just steal your dignity - they borrow it like a lighter, forget to return it, and then post stories about it. It’s filthy, but it knows it’s filthy, and somehow that makes it worse. I loved it. Or hated it. I’m still not sure.

What kills me is how funny it gets at the worst possible moments. Like, you’re halfway through this intense humiliation arc - Makima’s voice in your ear, a camera glitch flashing like divine judgment - and suddenly there’s this dumb pop-up referencing old memes that no one should remember. It breaks the tension just enough to make you snort, then it slaps you with another round of moaning audio so realistically mixed it makes your phone warm. Sometimes the choices feel meaningless, but maybe that’s the point? The dev clearly hates you, or loves you too much, or both. And don’t get me started on the night scene with Gwen Stacy - it’s not even about her, it’s about that tiny moral failure leaking from every pixel. You blink, and suddenly everyone is naked, cruel, and somehow emotionally devastating.

I’m giving it my personal “Best Game To Make You Question Your Internet Habits” award. Because between the absurd power plays, the totally unnecessary pregnancy subplot nobody asked for, and the occasional dialog line that sounds like a drunk AI philosopher, this thing dances between parody and therapy session. I tried to hate it but couldn’t; it’s just too confident in its own madness. Every edge feels like a dare. And yeah, I still hear her voice. Not sure that’s healthy.

This thing hits you in the face right away. You open it and the game just starts calling you a pathetic virgin like it knows what tabs you had open before. Male protagonist, first year uni in late 90s Wales, stuck in that ugly campus mix of shitty carpet, nicotine stains, and horny brain. Everyone thinks you will die alone, and frankly the game agrees. Then the goth girl walks in like a walking middle finger to your self-esteem. Tall, boots, chains, black lipstick that looks like it tastes of smoke and cheap vodka. She is not your cute “secretly soft” goth. She is full female domination mode. She enjoys humiliating you, and the game really lets her. Public teasing in hallways, denial until you literally beg, exhibitionism moments where she pushes you close to being seen, and then pulls away only to grind on someone actually confident while you watch from the corner. If you hate netorare, this is a hate crime. If you like it, you will have your hand on your phone more than on your textbook.

What caught me off guard is how the corruption is not only sexual but social. The more you let her step on you, the more other people on campus join the act, and the POV stuff gets nasty. You see her big ass riding someone else through a cracked door while you are forced to hold her bag like an idiot. Or she sends you pics of her sucking off a dude from the football team, with your unread essays visible on your desk in the background. There is voyeurism everywhere, even when you are not the viewer. Sometimes you are the thing being watched: being paraded around as the loser virgin toy in a group chat that you are not even allowed to post in. The game even throws a milf teacher at you, but in that mean way, like, you think “finally, someone kind” and suddenly you are watching her get pounded by a classmate while she grades your paper with a red pen and one hand on his abs. The humor is cruel and honestly kind of funny, like that scene where your phone autocorrects “please” to “pee” while you are begging her to let you cum, and she just runs with it in a way I am still slightly disturbed by. There is a whole mobile phone layer built into the game, with apps that feel suspiciously like WhatsApp and Instagram where you keep scrolling old chats trying to find where exactly your dignity died, then getting distracted by AI generated CG of her in a “maybe pregnant, maybe not” ending that hits way harder than it should. I still cannot forgive the tiny thing where notification sounds are slightly off from real apps and my brain kept twitching every single time, but yeah, I kept playing anyway.

Street brawls and horny brain rot in one place, that is basically this thing. You’re running around a city that feels like somebody mixed a fighting tournament with Pornhub search history, and then just said “yeah, that’s fine” and left it like that. One moment you’re throwing hands with Chun-Li, trying not to stare at her thighs for too long, next moment you’re balls deep in her, watching her go full ahegao while she still talks shit like she’s winning the match. It’s not subtle at all. Juri Han shows up and the whole vibe switches from “street justice” to “I might actually be her pet now and that’s okay”. She’ll stomp you, choke you a bit, that lazy evil grin on her face, then ride you until you forget what your health bar looked like. Half the time it feels less like a normal game and more like some bizarre therapy session where all your kinks get dragged out one by one and no one pretends to be innocent.

What got me hooked was how the fights never feel separate from the sex. You start a match thinking “ok, normal 1v1, let’s try some combos”, and fifteen clicks later you’re pinning Lucia Morgan against a wall in some alley, her uniform half-open, sweat and cum everywhere, the “victory” screen basically being her legs shaking while you give her a creampie. There is this one scene with Cammy where you lose on purpose, just to see what happens, and instead of a boring game over she flips you, takes control, rides your face and makes you cum with nothing but her feet. It’s that kind of game where you think you’re the tough male protagonist, then a woman like A.K.I. grinds her heel on your chest, poisons you, and uses you like a toy while you’re barely conscious, and your brain goes, “yeah ok, I guess I’m into that now”. And it doesn’t stop at quick fucks either, there is romance woven in, that weird tender moment after all the filth where someone like Manon or Lily Hawk leans in, kisses you slow, and talks about wanting your child, then later you see her tits swollen, pregnant, still ready to ride you again before the next fight. The game is messy, horny, animated in all the right ways, a mix of big asses, creampies, footjobs and domination, and sometimes you wish the story was less all over the place, but honestly that chaos kind of fits. It feels like scrolling through three different porn tabs and a fighting game wiki at the same time, except here it all somehow clicks together and leaves you way more drained than you planned to be.