You know that feeling when a parody game actually “gets” the original characters a bit too well, and then absolutely trashes them in the filthiest way possible? This one leans hard into that. It takes the whole super-family thing, throws the hero act out of the window, and just focuses on two girls being stupidly, obsessively horny with each other. No big plot, no fake epic stakes, no “oh no, the city is in danger.” The only danger is how far they can push a body that was clearly not designed for the crap they end up stuffing inside it. And it is all in your face, no choices, no branching paths. You just sit there and watch this slow slide from “curious and shy” into “my holes are toys now.” It feels less like a game and more like reading a long, nasty confession someone wrote while their vibrator was still inside them.

First thing that hits you is how elastic everything is. Not the superhero powers, I mean the very obvious focus on ass and pussy abuse. The camera loves thick hips and that ridiculous mom body, but the real star is how each scene escalates the “let’s try one more size up” idea. You get small, almost innocent stuff at the start and then, very quickly, it turns into “ok, that is not even shaped like something that should fit there.” There is a point where she is spread on the couch, toy so big it looks dumb, and she still tries to talk like it is all fine while her daughter helps her angle it. That mix of fake composure and pure corruption is kind of hilarious and hot at the same time. Then the animation kicks in, and even when it looks a bit stiff or awkward, it somehow makes it feel more raw, like a dirty Source Filmmaker video your friend sent on Discord as a joke and then you watched five times alone. The nipple stuff is messed up in a good way too, very “this is not medically safe, keep going.” Watching something long and shiny slide into a place that should just stay for sucking and pinching, and seeing her act like that is the best idea she ever had, is peak wrong-but-right.

What I liked is that they do not pretend this is “romantic” or “wholesome lesbian awakening.” Nah. Violet goes from hesitant to complicit real fast, like she was only waiting for one excuse to start using her mom as a sex lab. There is this one scene where she is supposed to “help relax” with fingers from behind, and it just casually turns into deep anal play, fisting, and stretching that would make a pro star tap out. No fade to black, just steady, grossly detailed stuffing and spreading. The facial expressions sell it too: half of the time Helen looks like she is on the edge of blacking out, the other half like she is getting baptized in pure sin. And yeah, some angles are janky, some loops repeat, there is a weird moment where the toy clips in a way that pulled me out for a second, but the vibe is strong enough that you kind of forgive it. It feels like a corruption fanfic that grew a budget. There is zero subtlety, zero pretense. Just a super thick mom, her not-so-innocent girl, and a collection of toys that start big and end completely absurd, invading every hole that can be stretched and then some. If your brain is wired for “this is way too much” as a compliment, this thing is basically a long, sticky yes.

Prince Aetrian looks like one of those guys who has everything. Soft bed, soft clothes, soft hands that never touched anything rougher than a book or Jarrod’s hair. He’s the golden boy of Eldrark, raised on fancy rules and “proper duty” and all that royal crap, and he’s already accepted that one day he’s going to wear the crown and play the perfect ruler. The funny part is, the one thing that really matters to him isn’t the crown at all, it’s his servant. Jarrod. The guy who follows him around, cleans up his mess, knows exactly how he looks when he’s angry, or horny, or scared, and still calls him “my prince” like it means something private. The game just throws you into their little bubble of comfort, then casually says, nah, fuck that, we’re changing everything now, hope you’re attached to this world, because it’s about to twist.

The whole thing is a kinetic novel so you’re not here to “min-max routes” or whatever, you’re basically sitting in the back of their heads while shit happens to them. It’s short, so the story hits fast. One moment Aetrian is passing as the obedient royal son who tries really hard not to stare too long at his own servant’s chest when he’s changing clothes, next moment he’s stuck in a situation where pretending not to be in love with Jarrod makes absolutely no sense. There’s this quiet scene where Aetrian is supposed to be studying and Jarrod is nearby, pretending to dust shelves, and the sexual tension is like, thick, and stupid. Aetrian fingers the edge of a page like he wants it to be skin instead, and Jarrod is carefully avoiding eye contact, but you can tell he’s memorized every inch of the prince’s body under those layers. When it finally slips from long looks and careful touches into actual hands on skin, it feels messy and honest, not like porn logic. You get slow, teasing strokes, the kind of handjob where one of them is trying to stay quiet because there’s a door not far away and someone could walk in. There’s a point where Aetrian bites down hard on his own knuckles while Jarrod jerks him off, trying not to moan his name too loud, and I swear I could feel that nervous, needy energy in my own throat. The first time Aetrian pushes in and doesn’t pull out, it’s not some grand declaration, it’s more like, “I can’t let you go, not anywhere, not even out of my body,” and yeah, the creampie is more emotional than it has any right to be in a furry fantasy story.

What I really liked is that their relationship actually feels queer in a good way, not some fake “no homo” fake-out. It’s two guys who know exactly what they’re risking by wanting each other and they still do it. You get those tiny moments where Jarrod’s hand lingers on Aetrian’s shoulder a bit too long, where Aetrian watches the way Jarrod’s tail moves when he’s nervous, and it’s not joked away. It’s romantic and horny at the same time, like, “I want to fuck you, but also I’d die if anything happened to you,” and both are true in the same breath. The world itself feels like it has depth without shoving lore down your throat. Names of other places and stories pop up and you just feel like, okay, this kingdom has history, there are other tales happening in the background, but right now, in this story, it’s just these two idiots trying to hold onto each other while fate yanks the rug. I kind of wish there was one more scene of them just being dumb and domestic after everything explodes, like Aetrian trying to make breakfast and failing while Jarrod laughs, but that’s probably not happening. The art has that soft 2D style that fits the mood, not super glossy, not ugly either, just cozy in a slightly awkward way, like a sketchbook that got horny and sentimental at the same time. The only thing that pissed me off is that one outfit Aetrian wears that looks like it’d take ten minutes just to unbutton before you can even touch his chest properly, and they never bother to change it. If you go in hoping to spam choices, you’ll be disappointed, but if you just let the story wash over you and enjoy every stolen look, every shaky breath, every sticky, possessive finish that says “you’re mine,” it’s a pretty sweet, filthy little fantasy to get lost in for a while.

Natsuki really should stop going on vacation. Every time this woman leaves her house, someone ends up buried deep inside her who is not her husband, and honestly, I respect the commitment to bad choices. This time it is supposed to be a fancy hotel date with Yoshihiko, grown up, classy, proper married couple stuff. Champagne, soft music, the kind of evening you post to Instagram with some fake quote about everlasting love, you know? Then they get shuffled into sharing a table with Tatsuki, this rich old gentleman with that polite smile that screams "I have ruined plenty of marriages and slept just fine after." The story just quietly slides from warm romance into that queasy, horny territory where you already know everything is about to go wrong, you just do not know how fast. Half the erotic tension is in the way the game makes you sit through all the little social details: knees brushing under the table, wine being poured a little too slowly, his hand resting a bit too near her thigh. It is not subtle, but in that good trashy drama way. Like watching a cheating wife JAV you know is scripted, but still yelling at the screen, "Girl, you are not coming back from this."

The game hits that sweet, nasty spot where you are not just watching Natsuki get corrupted, you are basically helping gravity pull her panties down. She sits there in her pretty wife uniform, acting polite, blushing when Tatsuki leans in too close, pretending to be shocked when his hand creeps up her leg under the tablecloth. And you get stuck in this loop of small choices, not big cinematic ones. Let her pull away, or let her freeze for a second longer. Let her pretend she did not notice his fingers brushing her inner thigh. Let her excuse herself to the bathroom, where of course the "gentleman" just happens to follow and pin her softly to the wall, whispering about how she tasted that summer, like he is remembering a favorite dessert instead of someone else’s wife. It is cruel in that slow way, where her wedding ring is always right there in the frame while she is getting her mouth stuffed or her legs pushed apart. She gives these little protests, especially at first, all "we cannot, I am married now, I love Yoshi" while her body is already grinding on his cock, her breasts bouncing out of her dress, nipples slipping free. There is one scene at the hotel room door that almost broke me: she tries to go back to her faithful husband, eyes wet, then turns around and walks back down the hall to Tatsuki’s room instead, like her feet just betrayed her. No big speech, no huge drama, just a quiet, horny surrender. Next shot, she is on all fours on his bed, ass up, wedding ring shining while he pumps her full and she moans his name instead of "husband." It is mean. It is hot. It is that kind of story where the second time she cheats feels worse and better at the same time, and you sit there, lonely, clicking through it all on your phone and wondering why fictional people get more intense sex than you ever did.

This one feels like reading someone’s old chat logs that you were never supposed to see, but the window is stuck open and you just… keep scrolling. You play as this guy who meets again with a childhood friend, and right away you feel that awkward mix of nostalgia and “fuck, I used to jerk off thinking about her.” It’s not some big heroic setup, it’s more like you walk into a familiar room and everything’s been moved around, including her. She’s older, softer in the right places, that kind of lazy MILF hotness where she doesn’t even need to try. The game doesn’t spend an eternity on exposition, which I actually liked. There’s this quiet tension where your brain is already filling in the gaps: the afternoons you had together, the stupid inside jokes, all that “we almost kissed once” energy sitting there like a loaded gun.

The kinetic format helps the pace a lot. You’re not pausing every two minutes to pick some fake deep choice; it just drags you along the way a bad memory does. There’s a really nasty pleasure in how the scenes are framed. You keep noticing hands, lips, little motions. Her sitting too close on the couch, the way she looks over her shoulder when she knows you’re staring at her ass, how her tongue looks when she laughs. Then it slides into the sexual stuff in that very “oh shit this is actually happening” way. The oral and hand stuff is detailed enough that you can almost hear it in your head, but it never becomes cartoonish. She uses her mouth like she’s done this a lot and stopped being shy about it years ago. At the same time, you get those ugly flashes of jealousy, because it’s clear she didn’t stay frozen in time waiting for you. The NTR angle hits more in the gut than in the dick sometimes. That sick feeling when you realize she talks about another man with the same familiar smile she used to have just for you, while still stroking you off, like your cock is just one more thing she can multitask.

The voyeur elements are what actually made it stick in my brain more than the sex itself. Half the time you’re not even “participating,” you’re watching, listening, overhearing. The game likes to put you behind half-open doors and on the wrong side of the bed, where you can see everything but can’t change anything. Some scenes feel like that shitty habit of stalking an ex on Instagram and then clicking too far back. The visuals lean into that: angles where you’re not the main focus, you’re just the guy in the corner staring, maybe useful, maybe not. There is one thing that annoyed me, the way a really important emotional beat just kind of passes in two lines and then the story runs straight to the next blowjob like it’s late for work, but I guess that rushed feeling kind of matches the whole “you lost her a long time ago, idiot” vibe. Anyway, if you really want to squeeze everything out of it, don’t skip past the slower parts. Let yourself sit in the discomfort, in the little looks and small humiliations. The cum scenes hit harder when you’ve let the resentment simmer first.