Three words: messy, horny, sentimental. I didn’t expect that last one, but it creeps in between the loud moans and ridiculous crossover nonsense like a drunk confession you weren’t supposed to hear. The game throws you straight into a world where timelines are tangled beyond repair - Jaina Proudmoore flirting with Garrosh while Nami’s arguing with Momo Yaoyorozu about who gets “first turn.” It sounds like chaos, and yeah, it is. But there’s something oddly sincere in how it handles the whole “build a family” idea; one moment you’re pounding through dialogue boxes full of absurd dirty talk, and the next you’re watching a cutscene that’s almost tender, like the devs accidentally made an emotional arc while trying to code boobs that jiggle right.

I kept thinking about how the characters’ personalities bleed into the sex scenes. Himiko Toga’s manic giggle before she bites your lip actually startled me, even though I knew it was coming. And then there’s Raikou - her scenes feel like they were written by someone who once read a samurai poem and got too aroused to finish it. The pregnancy mechanic (yeah, it’s there, don’t act surprised) is handled with this bizarre mix of reverence and kink, like the devs can’t decide if they’re writing mythology or porn fanfiction. Maybe both. The transitions between worlds - one second you’re in Castlevania’s gothic hallways, next you’re in a Pokémon Center watching Nurse Joy do things that would get her license revoked - feel sloppy, but in a charming, “we made this on caffeine and lust” kind of way.

What really sticks though is how *alive* the characters seem when they’re not supposed to be. There’s this glitch where Vados keeps calling you “mortal” mid-thrust, and it became my favorite thing. I wish the sound mixing wasn’t so uneven; moans drown out the music half the time, but maybe that’s the point. It’s filthy, dumb, strangely heartfelt. I laughed, I groaned, I maybe felt something real for Ishtar. Or maybe that was just the post-nut clarity talking. Anyway, it’s a disaster. A beautiful, sticky disaster.

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.