2B is already kind of a fetish by herself, right, so seeing her dropped into this filthy little parody game feels weirdly natural. She’s here, tight latex suit hugging that ridiculous ass, blindfold on, standing in this small room that clearly exists for one thing only. No drama about machines or saving the world, just “how much abuse can this android body take before your hand gets tired.” It looks innocent for two seconds and then the “innocent” part just dies.

The whole thing revolves around pushing her limits. You go from teasing to full-on hardcore without much ceremony. One moment she’s just tied up, almost calm, next she’s getting handled like a sex doll that someone bought only for rough use. There’s spanking that leaves marks, toys shoved inside her, rhythm-based pounding where you’re kind of half concentrating on not missing the minigame prompt and half staring at the way her ass moves on screen. You mess up a timing and she flinches, you do it right and the game rewards you with a longer, slower thrust animation that’s way more obscene than it should be. I actually laughed once because my brain switched into “I am playing a rhythm game” mode while the screen was just full of her getting railed raw from behind. It feels wrong in a very specific way.

Controls are simple, maybe too simple. Click here, hold there, hit a key at the right moment, you know the deal. But sometimes the prompt flashes in this awkward place where your eye is not, and you miss it, and she moans in that broken way, and for a second you wonder if the dev did that on purpose to punish distraction or if it’s just janky UI. Doesn’t matter. The BDSM vibe is clear: you’re in charge, but the game quietly punishes you when you’re sloppy. The “Only sex” angle is obvious, no romance, no slow burn, no fake moral lesson. Just 2B used as a toy, blindfold never leaving her face, body responding with those porn-level reactions that are completely over the top and somehow still hot. I kept noticing tiny things like how her thighs clench during some of the rougher thrusts, but then the camera suddenly decides to zoom on something less interesting and stays there too long. That got on my nerves and then I forgot, because the next scene starts and she’s already bent over again and the game expects you to focus on the next set of inputs like nothing happened. It’s not elegant, it’s not subtle, it’s not trying to be anything except a place where you can make 2B take it hard until you’re done with her and close the tab.

Today, you’ve secured a rare private meeting with Palacius. This isn’t just any meet-up - a place where his true nature hides. Your obsession pushed you to uncover it. And now, face-to-face, the tension is thick.

Instead of pushing you away, he lets a sly smirk spread across his face: he’ll let you ‘borrow’ his jewelry. But don’t be fooled. Grab his necklace and suddenly his clothes become yours for the taking. The touches start gently but soon, every erogenous zone begs your attention. With each soft stroke and bold tease, he crumbles. Before long, he’s no longer just an athlete, becoming your willing worshipper.

What happens next? Only your own hands and desire will tell. Naked skin pressed together - the game invites you to explore every inch beneath the Greek sun. This is raw yaoi, full-bodied touch, and the thrill of forbidden thrill. Get ready to strip away the mask as Palacius reveals himself to only you.

It’s your move now - grab hold, undress him, and make him yours. No promises on restraint, just pure, unfiltered lust begging for release. The game waits silent, but you know exactly what’s coming. So go ahead and let pleasure run wild.

Have fun.

Con-Quest feels like someone smashed together a horny anime convention, a cheap RPG Maker fever dream, and that one time you got lost inside an actual con and just followed the most ridiculous cosplay you could find. It is messy as hell in places, but that kind of messy that feels like a real project, not some factory porn thing. You walk around a con full of geek girls in cosplay, fight them, strip them, collect them as summons, then use those same girls to beat up even hotter boss girls. It sounds dumb written like that, and it kind of is, but it also leans so hard into the dumb that it becomes its own thing. The tone swings between goofy and horny all the time. One second you are chasing magic sex pills for some stupid sidequest, next second a tentacle slime girl is choking your HP bar while your brain is busy staring at her tits. The game keeps that vibe where everyone is just one bad decision away from flashing you, which, honestly, is the whole point.

What I like a lot is how the lewd stuff is glued into the quests instead of just being a reward gallery on the side. You are not just clicking on pictures. You have these small adventures like Felicia’s candy-gram errand that sounds harmless and suddenly you are doing a weird scavenger hunt across the con just because the payoff is more CG of her acting all cute and slutty. Joyce turning into a summon feels like crossing a line you probably should not cross with con staff, yet the game is like, “yeah, now you can call her in battle to smack other girls around while half naked.” The summons in general are a bit broken and I love that. Calling Michelle after her crab quest and watching her wreck another cosplay girl while the text still tries to sound like a normal RPG? It is such a stupid power trip. You feel like a horny Pokémon trainer who only catches girls that are ready to jump your bones. Then the game pokes fun at itself, like those hints in the CG viewer, as if it knows you are clicking every corner just to unlock one more shot of a girl with cum on her face and a ruined cosplay. Sometimes the pacing sucks, sometimes the jokes miss, sometimes the comedy undercuts the erotic mood right when you are actually turned on. It should annoy me more than it does, but the whole horny-con RPG idea is so specific and so unapologetic that I keep walking around the halls, starting another questline, hoping the next summoned geek girl is even more fucked up than the last one.

Con-Quest feels like somebody mashed horny con culture and a shitty magic RPG together after watching way too much hentai, and honestly, that’s exactly why it works. You’re wandering around this ridiculous anime convention where all the girls are stuck in cursed cosplay, and your “heroic” job is basically to go around stripping the magic off them, making them cum silly, and then collecting them like pervy achievements. You toss out spells that hit like budget Pokémon moves, catch these corrupted cosplayers mid-fight, and every time you beat one, the game rewards you with a new lewd scene or pin-up that actually feels earned instead of just thrown at your face. It’s not subtle. One moment you’re frying a witchy Pikachu girl with horny lightning and the next she’s tied up, panting, her costume half torn, cheeks wet, begging you to “finish the quest.” The writing keeps winking at you with dumb jokes while still letting you enjoy the fact that your magic basically works like a consent spell for filthy scenarios. It shouldn’t be hot, but it is.

What I really liked is how the game leans into the parody without losing the fetish energy. The con is full of girls in outfits that are just one ripped seam away from hentai disaster: the Bulbasaur cosplayer with vines that behave way too much like tentacles, the Pikachu girl who shocks you when she’s turned on, the shop NPCs that keep slipping into random cutscenes where they flirt, tease, and then act offended when you stare at their tits. Battles are short and stupid in a good way: you’re juggling mana, throwing the same three spells, cursing a bit when the stun doesn’t proc, then suddenly she’s on her knees in the reward screen, boobs bouncing in a short animation that loops just long enough for you to forget you were supposed to play “tactically.” The game pretends to be about quests, but really it’s about that moment when you unlock a new animation, zoom in, and realize somebody cared enough to draw every little jiggle and drool string. It’s messy, it’s horny, the UI clicks feel cheap, the gashapon RNG made me want to punch my screen, and the dialogue sometimes reads like horny Twitter, but at the end you’re still there, wandering the con, hoping the next girl you “save” will moan a little louder when the magic bursts her cosplay apart.