There’s this skinny anime brunette with big eyes and those silly cute pigtails, already breathing hard, riding some faceless guy. It starts like you just opened one more throwaway hentai clip, nothing special, just sticky moans, thighs shaking, his hands on her waist while she keeps dropping down on his cock like she really wants that load. No romance, no build up, just straight “fill me up” energy. When he finally blows inside her, you actually see the cum shoot deep, there’s this extra second where her belly twitches and her face locks in that “oh fuck” expression. And then the game flips you from horny spectator into a tiny swimmer that was just inside his balls a moment ago. It’s a weird feeling, like you were jerking to the guy, not the girl, even though you weren’t.

Suddenly you are that one sperm. No tutorial spam, no giant popups, it just throws you into the tube, like those old-school flash games that hated your hand-eye coordination. You just control this tiny white swimmer trying to reach her ovum, sliding through these narrow fleshy tunnels. The walls don’t look like medical textbook stuff, more like soft pink obstacles that almost feel wet just from the way they curve. Touch them and you’re dead, reset, back at the starting spurt. That restart hits harder than it should, because each time you fail, you’re imagining the rest of the cum just dripping out of her uselessly while your “chosen one” keeps crashing like an idiot. You try to keep it smooth, little micro movements, your mouse or trackpad feels suddenly too big for that tiny path. It’s bullshit sometimes, because the hitbox feels a bit fatter than the sperm itself. I swear I brushed a wall by a pixel and still exploded. I was half horny, half mad at my monitor.

The funny part is how your brain keeps flipping between porn and challenge mode. You start a run while still thinking about her panting and clutching the sheets, but three seconds later you’re leaning in, swearing at a little white tadpole like it owes you money. The clock at the top keeps ticking, daring you to be “faster” which, in a sex context, is actually the opposite of what you want, but here it works. When you finally nail a clean run and glide into that ovum, there’s this tiny pop of contact, and in your head you just know her womb is now officially hijacked. No giant pregnancy belly cutscene, no epic fanfare, just the simple, dirty idea that you are the one that stuck inside her, out of millions of wasted brothers. Ridiculous, but it makes that short loop strangely addictive. Every time I close the tab I think “yeah that was enough”, then remember how close I was to beating my last time and suddenly I’m back, trying to guide my overconfident little swimmer into her again like some cursed mobile game you keep on your phone next to WhatsApp and TikTok, pretending it’s just another puzzle app.

The village is burning, everybody screams about prophecy and clan wars, and you’re just there with your dick in your hand, realizing your family was hiding the wildest shit from you for generations. That is basically the feeling here. One second you are this “normal guy,” next second some ancient enemy shows up, kidnaps half the ninja world, and you find out that the only way to fix anything is to run around a big messy sandbox full of horny kunoichi who all, for some reason, need your cock more than therapy. It starts almost like a joke. You meet Hinata and she is shy, gentle, blushing, doing that soft eye thing while hinting that she is ready to “help” with your training. Two scenes later you’re getting your soul sucked out by her in a storage room while her husband is technically part of the plot somewhere out there. The game just goes “yeah, that’s a problem, but also look at her lips” and honestly I respect that.

What really hits is how it mixes this “hero must save everyone” story with the dirtiest family and village drama. You jump from Milf Tsunade grinding on you in some half-serious “medical exam,” to Sarada pretending she only wants to learn combat, then suddenly she is on her knees, drooling on your shaft in an alley while you keep checking if anyone is watching. The voyeur thing keeps coming back in small ways, like catching Temari touching herself through her shorts when she thinks no one is around, or spying on Mikoto in the bath, water sliding off her tits while she stares into distance like she already knows she is going to end up bent over for you anyway. Then the game hits you with loli stuff like Himawari or Hanabi looking way too eager to prove themselves and you sit there thinking, “ok, I am going to hell,” but you keep clicking. There is this one route where you corrupt a virgin girl so slowly, with teasing, little gropes, “accidental” touches during combat training, that by the time you finally go deep inside her she is begging you to breed her like you did to her mom. It is wrong on like ten levels and still hot as fuck.

The whole thing is also weirdly funny. Half the time it feels like a parody of the original series, like when Anko turns a serious mission briefing into a blowjob under the table, or when Karin keeps pretending she cares about “bloodlines” right before letting you rail her raw, talking about making the strongest baby while you are already cumming in her. One moment you’re involved in this heavy clan plot, with enemies, old grudges, revenge, and in the next scene Chocho jumps on you, riding you like some cheap motel toy, saying she deserves “main heroine” treatment. There is cheating everywhere, husbands and dads in danger while their wives and daughters moan your name. Sakura choking on your cock, Kurenai acting like a proper teacher until she spreads her legs and asks you to fill her just so she can “understand the corruption.” The game never really pretends to be moral. It just lets you stack a full harem of milfs, teens, lolis, Uzumaki redheads, Uchiha princesses, the whole village basically, and slowly turn them into your personal breeding toys, one by one, with vaginal, anal, oral, messy cumshots, pregnancy talk, the whole package. Every route feels like another bad ending for them and a secret happy ending for you, and if that sentence makes you smile even a little, yeah, this thing is made exactly for you.

This sequel really went all-out with the pregnancy mechanics, and honestly? It's kind of overwhelming in the best possible way. You've got Android 18 getting absolutely railed while Chun Li's watching from the corner, and somehow the game manages to make all these crossover scenarios feel natural instead of just thrown together for horny reasons. Well, mostly natural.

The impregnation content hits different when you're dealing with characters like Saber and Ishtar - there's something weirdly intimate about seeing these powerful figures vulnerable and needy. Momo Yaoyorozu's scenes are particularly intense, especially when she's using her quirk during sex, creating toys and restraints mid-fuck. The developers clearly understood that fans wanted more than just basic vanilla content, because the female domination routes with characters like Midnight and Wu Zetian get genuinely kinky. Pharah's armor stays on during most of her scenes which is both frustrating and incredibly hot somehow.

What really surprised me was how much effort went into the romance progression - you're not just collecting waifus like Pokemon cards, you're actually building relationships that feel meaningful before the hardcore fucking starts. Lusamine's storyline genuinely made me emotional before she was riding my cock and begging for a baby. The pregnancy belly physics are surprisingly well-done too, watching characters like Nami and Caulifla grow bigger as the story progresses adds this layer of consequence that most porn games completely ignore. Some of the orc content from the WoW characters feels a bit out of place compared to the anime aesthetic, but Jaina's scenes make up for any tonal inconsistency. The sound design during the creampie scenes is *chef's kiss* - you can actually hear the wet sounds of cum filling these girls up. Twisted Wonderland fans might feel a bit left out since Malleus only gets like two scenes, but the Dragon Ball content more than compensates with how absolutely feral Vados gets when she's in heat.

You ever had one of those dreams where all your favorite anime girls somehow end up in the same damn room and nobody’s pretending to be shy? That’s the vibe here. It’s like someone cracked open every universe - Dragon Ball, My Hero, Fate, Pokémon, even some old-school Darkstalkers stuff - and said, “Yeah, let’s see what happens if we make this horny.” You start off like the usual male protagonist who’s probably too average for his own good, but then the story flips, and suddenly you’re face to face (or more like face between thighs) with women who look like they could crush you or bless you, sometimes both. Artoria looks divine, like she’s judging your soul while riding you. Cammy doesn’t ask, she just pins you. Lusamine’s smile is all wrong in the right way. It’s messy, it’s chaotic, and it knows exactly what it is - fantasy without apology.

There’s something about the way scenes shift that feels like tarot cards flipping. One moment, The Lovers - soft light, skin, slow rhythm, the sound of breath. Next card, The Tower - power play, domination, a queen’s boot on your chest. It’s all written in that language between pleasure and humiliation. I liked how it didn’t care for “moral arcs.” Nemuri Kayama whispering filth while she toys with you like she’s grading your stamina. Android 18 smirking, asking if you really thought you could keep up. You can’t. But you still try, and that’s kind of the point. Even the “romance” parts hit weirdly tender, like you accidentally caught feelings for a goddess who’s only half real.

I noticed some things that annoyed me - like the transitions, they just happen. No warning, no rhythm. But then again, maybe that’s what keeps it hot. It’s a fever dream stitched from too many fantasies, half memory, half instinct. The kind of game you tell yourself you’ll play for five minutes, then you’re sweating, reading every line like a prayer you don’t want answered. Nothing about it feels clean. That’s the charm. It’s lust pretending to be destiny. Or maybe the other way around.