You’re not the destined hero here, you’re the guy who looked at the Leaf Village and thought, “Yeah, I’m going to fuck this place sideways using psychology, chakra tricks, and pure horny persistence.” The whole thing plays like a sleazy side story that someone cooked up after binging too much Naruto on Crunchyroll and then opening Ren’Py instead of touching grass. You start small, with the “nice” girls who are already around you all the time: Sakura trying to act mature and responsible, Hinata blushing at every breath, Ino pretending she’s not secretly dying for attention, Tenten stuck in permanent side-character mode. They’re not just thrown at you naked from the start. You grind for openings, build fake trust, tease, push boundaries in little scenes, then line up the exact moment to hit them with your control trick and watch the lights go out and the slut switch flip on. First they argue, then they obey, then they help you hunt bigger prey.

The game feels like a trashy mix of visual novel, mobile gacha brainrot, and those old Flash hentai parodies people used to share on shady forums. You’re clicking through dialogue, picking options, saving scum after you say something dumb to Sakura and she shuts you down, then reloading to say the smooth line that gets you closer to her panties. One moment you’re doing “innocent” training sessions with Hinata, your hands “accidentally” on her hips too long, her voice trembling. Next moment she’s on her knees, eyes glazed, deepthroating you because you told her it would make her a better kunoichi. The corruption is slow at first. A handjob she swears is “only this once,” a sneaky grope in the hot springs, a titfuck with Sakura in the hospital storage room while she tries and fails not to moan, the first anal scene with a girl who swore she’d never do that. The game really likes that shift from “no, I shouldn’t” to “please fuck me harder, master” and it milks it in almost every route. Sometimes too much, honestly, but then it throws in group scenes and my brain forgets to complain.

Later on, when the smaller fish are already your toys, it gets nastier in a fun way. You start using them like tools to crack the “big” women: Tsunade, Shizune, Anko, Kurenai, all that juicy sensei energy. There’s this messed up satisfaction when Tsunade, who usually is all attitude and power, ends up on her knees, covered in cum, with Sakura smiling behind her like a good little puppet you trained. Same with Ino using her mind tricks under your orders to drag other girls into a lesbian scene, pretending it’s “training” while you watch and decide when to join in. The game jumps between solo corruption, rough sex with ropes and toys, and messy harem situations where everyone’s sharing your cock, licking each other clean, getting filled one after another until you lose track of who got creampied where. Sometimes it leans more into *** and mind control and it gets really dark, sometimes it turns into goofy fanservice with Tsunade’s tits bouncing like they are made in Unreal Engine with no constraints. It’s not subtle, it’s not classy, and it absolutely doesn’t want to be. This is straight up Leaf Village brainwashing porn where every kunoichi, from shy virgin to strict medic to smug weapons girl, eventually ends up bent over for you, dripping, obedient, and ruined.

Lazuli is that kind of protagonist you usually see as a side joke in hentai: horny mad scientist, weird potions, zero moral brakes. Here she’s the center of everything, and the whole game just leans into that idea of “what if a futa alchemist decided the world is her test lab and every girl she likes is a guinea pig with tits.” The Cumcoction is her proud invention, but it behaves more like a jealous deity than a simple drug. One drop and a shy virgin trainer girl suddenly starts grinding on a table corner; a proud swordswoman wakes up from “just a drink” with hazy memories, cum leaking out of her ass, and a faint sense that she liked it way too much. The story keeps this strange mix of silly and fucked‑up: Lazuli talks about alchemy like a nerd who reads too many grimoires, but then she’s also the same maniac who will jerk off behind a curtain, whispering little comments while a corrupted Hinata worships her cock with both hands and mouth, drool everywhere, eyes shining with that brainwashed devotion hentai artists love so much. Scenes go from goofy experimentation to really mean stuff: blackmail with magically recorded voyeur footage, “accidental” sleep sex justified with bullshit pseudo‑science, and that slow corruption arc where proud heroines from worlds like Naruto, My Hero Academia, Dragon Ball, Fairy Tail, One Piece or Pokémon tumble down from “No, never” to “Fine, just my hand” to “Why does it feel empty when you pull out?” without even noticing how far they fell.

What makes it weirdly charming is how inconsistent Lazuli is as a character. One moment she’s doing an almost tender titfuck with someone like Nico Robin, clearly enjoying the shape of those big soft breasts, carefully smearing cum on them like she’s painting. Next moment she’s using transformation tricks so suddenly Serena or Nessa find themselves with a fat new cock between their legs, panic mixing with arousal while Lazuli explains in that smug voice how “temporary” it is, then pushes them into group sex anyway. The game uses that 2D and 3D mix in a dirty way: sometimes you get a short animated loop of a character like Erza or Android 18 taking anal, her ass bouncing and jiggling, and then it cuts back to static art for the aftermath, thick creampie dripping while Lazuli notes something in her research book. It feels like a porn lab notebook: handjob success rates, mind control side effects, level of groping tolerated before resistance drops. There are cute slices of perv life too, like Lazuli just watching Nami and Lillie masturbate separately under a subtle spell, legs shaking, completely unaware they’re being observed like experimental mice, or a harem scene where Kushina, Hinata and Sarada end up sharing the same futa cock, half from drugged lust, half from Lazuli’s shameless manipulation. The tone never fully decides if this is still “fun” corruption or already full damnation, and honestly that’s what keeps it interesting: you’re stuck in that sticky line where fantasy, mind control, blackmail, anal, vaginal, sleep sex, creampies, big tits, big asses, all blend together into one long, filthy project of turning every famous girl in anime into Lazuli’s personal property, catalogued, studied, and thoroughly fucked.

Man, this game threw me off right from the start. I opened it thinking it’d just be another messy parody with lazy jokes and pixel boobs, but nah, it’s got this weirdly hypnotic rhythm to it. Like, you’re Morty but not Morty - more like some version of him that’s seen too much hentai at 4 AM and still tries to act chill about it. The writing bounces between awkward teen panic and total degenerate confidence, which somehow works. One minute he’s nervously mumbling about interdimensional nonsense, next he's elbow-deep in something that probably violates a few universal laws. And god, the voice lines - half sound like a bad improv skit on Discord, half like someone’s actual bedroom mic confession. It shouldn’t be hot, but it kind of is.

There’s this one scene - can’t even call it a scene, more like a fever dream - where he’s stuck between two portals, both dripping with fluorescent slime, and you’re given this choice that makes zero sense but also feels like the most important decision you’ll ever make. That’s what this whole thing does: makes absurdity feel spiritual. The pacing is off, like purposefully off, dragging moments until you’re uncomfortable enough to laugh or maybe keep clicking because the animations start looping smoother the longer you stare. The control scheme is nothing fancy but you won’t care, because somehow the dialogues keep pushing into taboo, stepping over lines like they’re suggestions, and then circling back into weird emotional vulnerability that shouldn’t land but totally does.

I swear the backgrounds change depending on how bad you feel for laughing during the dark parts. Could be my imagination or just bad memory, can’t tell. The “Rick” version here is unhinged even by internet standards, giving these lectures that start about time travel and end in humiliation kinks. And the “Summer” side stuff - let’s just say it redefines uncomfortable curiosity. I tried alt-tabbing to Spotify halfway through a scene and forgot what song I was even playing. That’s how this game eats time and dignity together, one click at a time.

Bolsdip sounds like the kind of town where nothing happens, but then you walk around for five minutes and suddenly you are watching your hot neighbor masturbate through a half open curtain and pretending this is “part of the investigation”. You play this young detective who comes back home carrying big city attitude, small town trauma, and a dick that keeps voting against professional ethics. On the surface it is this classic mystery thing: weird disappearances, rumors about supernatural shit, people keeping secrets. But the game quietly keeps shifting everything into sex. Every clue, every locked door, every awkward chat in the college hallway somehow slides toward blackmail, seduction, or some fucked up mix of both where you are not sure if you are saving them or corrupting them further. It feels less like solving cases and more like peeling clothes off reality, one layer at a time.

The way it plays is relaxed and a bit messy in a good way. You click around town, poke at objects, wait for certain times of day, and different scenes unlock depending on what you already screwed up or screwed. One run I spent ages orbiting the local professor, this classy-looking woman who talks like she teaches ethics but dresses like she cosplays her own students’ fantasies. Conversation with her starts academic, about motives and perception and all that, then suddenly she is pressing you against her office desk, whispering about “research” while her hand slides down your pants. It’s not just “sex scene, reward, next”. She keeps referencing previous choices, teasing you for hesitating when she first offered to “help you relax”, and if you push back she flips into this cool femdom mode, sitting on her chair and making you kneel between her legs while she explains moral philosophy like it’s foreplay. I wish the transitions between normal talk and horny talk were less abrupt sometimes, but at the same time that abruptness kind of feels right, like how real desire cuts into small talk without asking.

Next door is the milf who looks way too perfect for this shitty little town. She bakes, she smiles, she leans over in yoga pants in a way that absolutely counts as exhibitionism. She acts all caring, nostalgic about when you were younger, but the camera angle really cares only about her tits and her ass. You end up in these situations where you “help” her carry boxes, fix some minor thing in her house, and the reward rapidly goes from a hug to her guiding your head between her legs on the living room couch while some boring TV show is on in the background. There is this one scene where she pretends to be half asleep on the sofa and you are standing there, watching her nipples harden under the shirt, and the game lets you choose whether to be a good guy or quietly slide your hand under the fabric. It feels dirty in a very aware way, like the game is staring right into that part of your brain that always wonders what you would really do if nobody judged you. And then, when you think you have the pattern, the game throws that hidden baocat thing at you, so suddenly you are clicking around locations looking for a ridiculous little mascot that unlocks some extra lewd toy or secret animation. It is silly, breaks the mood, makes you grin, and somehow also makes the next blowjob scene feel more earned, because you hunted a stupid cat for it. The whole thing ends up like a horny detective diary: a slow burn of mysteries, voyeur moments, guilt-flavored orgasms, and the constant sense that Bolsdip itself is getting wetter and weirder the deeper you push.