Damn, I was expecting some polished AAI production but got this weird fever dream instead. The whole premise sounds like someone threw every popular waifu into a blender with vacation vibes - you got Hinata lounging by pools, Tsunade doing... well, Tsunade things, and somehow Makima ended up serving cocktails? The art's all over the place too, some CG looks decent while others feel rushed, but honestly that's part of the charm. You're this resort worker trying to bang basically every anime girl who ever made you question your life choices during puberty.

What gets me is how they just dumped everyone together without caring about continuity. Bulma's chatting with Nami about... resort management I guess? While Yor's doing her assassin thing but in a bikini. The dialogue ranges from surprisingly sweet romance attempts to straight-up "let's fuck behind the tiki bar" energy. Some scenes with Mitsuri actually made me feel things before immediately cutting to Nobara being aggressive as hell - gave me whiplash but not complaining. The sandbox elements let you wander around hitting on whoever, though the interaction system feels clunky. Sometimes clicking on Yoruichi just makes her repeat the same flirty line three times.

The sex scenes vary wildly - some are genuinely hot with decent buildup, others feel like they were animated by someone who learned anatomy from hentai exclusively. Shinobu's route surprised me with actual character development before the inevitable creampie finale. Meanwhile Makima's just... being Makima but horny, which works I guess? The whole thing feels unfinished in places, dialogue cuts off mid-sentence sometimes, but there's enough content to keep you busy. Just don't expect AAA polish when you're getting your rocks off to seeing Momo in situations that'd make her classmates blush.

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.

Hatsune Miku standing there in that plain little tee and skirt, all teal hair and innocent eyes, but the game is like “here, just mess her up however you want.” It feels a bit like opening Photoshop at work and doing something you absolutely shouldn’t. No big plot, no grinding, no weird stats, just you, Miku, and her clothes that really don’t want to stay opaque. I opened it in Chrome on my laptop, spotify still running in background, and suddenly I’m sitting there sliding a transparency bar and thinking “wow, I’m literally undressing a digital popstar pixel by pixel.” It’s slow, soft stripping. Not in your face, more like teasing yourself on purpose.

The funny thing is, she’s not this huge-boobed hentai doll. She’s tiny up there. Flatish. Just a bit of curve. And it works so well I kinda hate how much I like it. When you crank the opacity almost all the way down and you still see her small chest shape through the shirt, it hits different than the usual overblown anime nonsense. Feels more like a teen idol poster you shouldn’t stare at too long, except here you are turning the clothes invisible like some creepy magician. At one point I put her in a cute tee that normally would be wholesome, then lowered it until the fabric is just a mist over her nipples, and I just sat there, staring, not even clicking anything. It’s like edgeplay but for dressing. You think you’re done and then “hmm maybe I try the other top again, just a bit more see‑through this time.” The game doesn’t push you, there is no big reward. You just drift into your own horny mood with this tiny idol from Japan looking almost embarrassed and you’re the one making it worse.

I do kinda wish they added at least one stupid accessory. Like, I was hovering my mouse expecting cat ears or some dumb joke item, nothing. That annoyed me for like 10 minutes and then I forgot and started playing with the skirt opacity instead, trying to make it just sheer enough that you see the panties but still call it “clothed” in my head. And there’s this moment when you match a totally normal tee with almost ghost-level panties and her flat chest and skinny legs just click together into this pure “forbidden Miku” vibe. It’s not deep, it’s not artistic, but my artist brain instantly goes “I could draw fanart of this exact outfit, just her sitting on an amp, mic stand, shirt nearly transparent, small tits outlined by the fabric, cheeks a bit red.” The parody part sneaks in too, like you’re messing with this global vocaloid icon, turning a harmless idol into softcore hentai with nothing more than a slider and some lazy clicking while Discord pings in the corner. It’s trashy and gentle at the same time, almost like you’re petting your own pervy side instead of pounding it. And yeah, you’ll probably tell yourself “just a quick peek” and then keep tweaking her top for way too long, trying to find that exact point where it stops being cute and becomes porn.