Step behind the locked door of the dingy bathroom booth you never expected to see in the "Steven's Cosmos" universe where a gloryhole stands waiting, an invitation for raw, unfiltered pleasure. Find out which iconic figures from the fandom will slide their dicks and pussies right through that tantalizing gap and who will be on the other side, ready to worship and tease. Control the lusty encounters, dictating every stroke, lick, and moan as these characters lose themselves in debauchery.

Outfit them in teasing costumes or let their bodies bare, glistening with sweat as they push limits beyond imagination. This parody game doesn’t hold back - it’s packed with explicit hentai-style action that twists the familiar world of Steven Universe into something darkly erotic and wildly humorous. Lose yourself in this raucous mix of comedy and hardcore fun where innocence meets raw kink.

Push boundaries with every choice - will your favorite character be the one pounding relentlessly or the one trembling with pleasure? The gloryhole is only as adventurous as you allow it to be. Design chaotic, filthy scenes that blur the lines between parody and pure erotic fantasy.

This isn’t just a game; it’s a playground for your darkest impulses wrapped in a hilarious tribute to a beloved series. When parody meets hardcore adult fun in a gloryhole-filled toilet stall, you get this wildly addictive experience. So grab control, push those buttons, and watch as your favorite characters lose all inhibitions behind the stall door. Your filthy fantasy awaits.

Curious how many of Konoha’s finest ladies you can charm? Maybe five dozens? And it keeps growing with every choice you make! You wouldn’t want to skip this raw, interactive hentai journey based on "Naruto Shippuden" that’s bursting with excitement! This isn’t simply about banging your favorite shinobi babes - you’ll immerse yourself in the shinobi realm, uncovering both its obvious and hidden delights. Wander the buzzing village, chase after clandestine trysts, and reveal story arcs charged with raw passion and tension. Your choices crank up the heat, weaving tighter bonds with every seductive encounter you orchestrate. From sharp exchanges to steamy behind-the-scenes affairs, this adventure mixes pulse-pounding action with irresistible eroticism. Prepare to plunge into a realm where your deepest desires come alive, molded by the boldness of your every move. Exploration reveals each character’s hidden desires and boundaries, offering an intensely tailored erotic journey. Don’t hesitate any longer - embrace the shinobi lifestyle and surrender to the uncharted ecstasies these fierce girls have in store. Konoha’s streets, seductive ladies, raw passion, and hidden mysteries await your domination. Dive into this scorching hentai tale and make your mark between pleasure and peril.

Epifania looks like some luxury fashion week gone rotten in the sexiest way. Neon on wet concrete, everyone pretending to be high class while they’re literally lining up for a hole in the wall. You arrive as this nobody with big hunger and zero connections, just you and this building that looks like an abandoned outlet store someone forgot to bulldoze. Then that Devil Investor shows up, all smug and perfectly dressed, like the kind of client who sits front row at a fetish runway show and buys the entire collection with one bored click. She doesn’t ask if you want in. She just throws you the mission: turn this wreck into the most profitable and depraved brothel in the city. And suddenly you’re balancing spreadsheets and cumshots in the same breath, which, honestly, feels familiar to anyone who tried to run an Etsy store while doomscrolling Pornhub.

First thing that caught my designer brain: the girls are not copy-paste dolls. You start “training” them and it feels weirdly like fitting models for a very, very illegal lingerie line. You watch them change from shy little things clinging to basic underwear into total predators who know exactly how to use lace, heels, and a dripping mouth. Some are sweet mom-types with soft tummies and milk-heavy breasts, the kind you’d shoot for an expensive maternity fetish catalog. You push them into public booths where strangers use them like shared accessories. That whole gloryhole section? It’s like designing a collection where the face is irrelevant, only the silhouette of thighs and tits matters. I hated how it turned me on. I loved how it turned me on. It’s messy like that. One night I focused on a single “pure” girl, double-checking her stats on my phone between Instagram stories, trying to keep her first time special then casually booking her into a gangbang room right after because the numbers looked good. The game doesn’t guilt-trip you. It just quietly asks: more clients or more conscience? And you already know the answer, you capitalist slut.

The management part is sneaky. You think it’s just clicking upgrades, then you realize you’re planning who gets which kink like you’re coordinating outfits for a runway lineup: anal queen here, bondage star there, the tall milf with heavy lactation in the VIP lounge that smells like perfume and sweat. There’s this weird thrill watching your building go from dusty warehouse to multi-floor pleasure machine, with private rooms, voyeur windows, and that one office where you handle “contracts” with potential corporate partners who want their own harem branch. I kept pausing, thinking how I’d design actual lingerie sets for them: soft leather harnesses for the submissive accountant type, transparent body stocking for the market manipulator who ruins competitors while taking a footjob on her desk. At one point I was negotiating prices for public use sessions on one screen and sketching a crotchless bodysuit in Procreate on the other, and it all just blended. The game lets you push the girls into pregnancy deals like they’re limited edition drops, fill them up, send them back out, watch clients line up for that. It’s fucked up. It’s hot. I still wish the interface didn’t hide some details in tiny menus like some cheap fast-fashion site, but then I catch myself zooming in on a courtesan getting her ass filled and I forget what I was annoyed about. Anyway, the city doesn’t care. You start with nothing, you end with a building full of moaning, swollen, used bodies and a bank account that keeps climbing every time someone walks through your doors. It feels like running a fashion brand where the models never leave the show, they just keep getting fucked harder behind the curtain.