Vacation sex is already the best kind of sex, right? Sun on the skin, cheap cocktails, hotel room that smells like chlorine and bad decisions. This game takes that exact vibe and just keeps poking at it until everything feels too hot and kinda wrong in the best way. You start with this couple who actually look like people who fuck a lot: she’s stacked, soft in the right places, ass that eats a bikini, big tits trying to escape every outfit; he’s got that “I’m pretending I’m in control but my dick does all the thinking” energy. Both of them playable, which I didn’t expect at all for a horny mobile thing I launched in Chrome while pretending to check Slack. It’s not some shy tease about “feelings” either. You see their normal stuff first: lazy morning blowjob, her straddling him on that too-small hotel bed, her masturbating in the shower because she’s still wet from last night. Animated, slow, with those little hip twitches and nipple grabs that make you pause and replay the same loop like a trash gremlin.

Then this “game offer” drops on them and the story just stops pretending to be romantic getaway. It becomes this constant “how far will you go for a fat stack of money and some attention” thing. Every choice is like: do I want to protect them as a couple, or do I want to see her get slowly corrupted and start enjoying being watched, touched, cheated on, all that messy shit. One scene you’re picking her bikini color and laughing, next scene you’re deciding if she’ll let a stranger grope her in an elevator while her boyfriend stands there trying to pretend it doesn’t turn him on. The corruption is not just instant slut-mode, it’s those tiny steps: she shows a bit more sideboob, she lets a hand stay on her ass a second longer, she “accidentally” flashes pussy when she bends. By the time she’s grinding on some guy’s thigh during one of the challenges, you’re like yeah, ok, this is who she is now and I kinda helped.

What I liked a stupid amount is how often the game makes you play the guy too, stuck between jealousy, boner and greed. There’s this bit where he has to keep a straight face while another dude is eating her out poolside “for points”, and you get little dialogue options that are all awful in different ways. You can act cool, get mad, or pretend it’s just strategy, but whatever you pick, you still watch her melt from someone else’s tongue. And she looks back at him like “you did this”. The animations really lean into hands: groping, spanking, fingers sliding under wet panties, slow handjobs under the table while they negotiate the next challenge. There’s one masturbation scene with her alone on the balcony, phone light on her face, whispering his name at first, then someone else’s, and it kinda hits harder than the full-on sex because you see the switch flip. Only thing that bugged me is sometimes the pacing stumbles, like you jump straight from soft teasing to full dick-in without enough buildup, but then there’s a quick little oral scene with spit and gaggy sounds and my brain forgets to be annoyed. Classic horny goldfish memory. Anyway, if you like watching a sexy couple talk themselves into breaking their own rules while you push every wrong button, this thing is filthy in a very “oh shit I shouldn’t like this so much” way.

Aladdin finally getting to be a horny little creep in Agrabah is honestly something I didn’t know I needed until this game slapped me with it. It looks like a dumb parody at first, like some meme you’d scroll past on Reddit while half awake, but then you click one more line, one more choice, and suddenly you’re basically her royal pervert coach. Everything runs on that trainer style thing: you poke Jasmine’s limits, raise stats, push obedience, wiggle around her attitude, and every scene feels like you’re nudging the story into a slightly dirtier fork. The dev clearly watched the original movie too many times and went “yeah but what if the street rat didn’t fix his morals and instead slowly turned the most stubborn princess into his personal pet.” It’s kind of fucked up and kind of fun and my brain hates that combination.

What I liked is that it feels like one of those old choose your own adventure books I read when I was a kid, only now the page numbers lead to blowjob scenes and weird schemes in the palace instead of dragons. You try this dialogue option, she gets offended, you think you messed up, and ten minutes later that same humiliation pops back as a new kink flag and she’s suddenly blushing when you order her to strip for “training.” The writing jumps between stupid internet humor and surprisingly sharp dirty talk, like one moment the genie cracks some fourth wall crap and the next moment you’re making Jasmine crawl on all fours in her room while she pretends she still has any dignity. I wish the game tracked choices even harder, like really remembered tiny stuff from early scenes and used it to punish you later, but I know that’s never gonna happen and it annoys me every time I replay. Also the gold grind and some of the click-repeat actions feel like when you keep doomscrolling TikTok without wanting to, but here you’re just grinding obedience points while your browser has six other tabs open and Spotify is looping the same playlist for the hundredth time. It’s lazy, but I still did it.

There’s a nice corruption curve where Jasmine starts all proud and “I’m the princess of Agrabah, how dare you” and ends up with her tits out, begging for more “lessons,” and somehow the transition doesn’t feel like just a switch flip. She flinches, argues, bargains, then she starts asking weird questions, then she’s testing you back. Some scenes are surprisingly intimate, like when you train her to dance for you, not the public, and you control how rough or soft you go. Next moment you’re selling her out in some shady scenario and laughing at how this is absolutely not the Disney canon. The game doesn’t care if you’re nice or a total bastard, it just quietly adjusts the flavor of the filth. I also kept noticing small jokes in the background that made me snort, like little digs at other trainer games or fans who only care about “big boobs jasmine now.” And then there is this one little thing that drives me nuts: the way some scenes reuse the same line of reaction text, like copy paste, right when I’m most horny and focused. It’s tiny, but it pulls me out every time and I keep thinking the dev will fix it, and they just never do. Anyway, if your brain likes branching choices and your dick likes watching a spoiled princess slowly break and love it, this scratches that itch in a messy, stupid, pretty satisfying way.

First time I opened it, I thought the colors looked a bit too clean, like candy wrappers in a porn set. But then she turned her head - Alya - and her eyes had this lazy way of tracking you, half bored, half aware you’re staring at her chest. It’s supposed to be parody, right? But it feels like the people who made it both love and mock what they’re copying. The male lead moves like he’s unsure if he deserves to be there, which somehow makes the whole thing dirtier. There’s something wildly unbalanced about how quick it switches from sweet talk to her mouth sliding down him. No fade-outs, no convenient camera cut. It just lingers. Too long maybe. Or not long enough.

The dating sim mechanics are barely pretending to matter. Tap, choose, get flustered text messages, and suddenly you’re deep in a warm rhythm that feels too personal for something you’re doing on your phone. I caught myself thinking about her hair texture mid-scene - like, how soft would it actually be after? That’s the kind of stupid detail that shouldn’t matter, but it’s there. She teases constantly, calling him “senpai” in a voice that sounds more drunk than shy. The transitions between affection and filth are messy, which I kind of adore. You can tell the animators didn’t care about polishing it smooth; they wanted it to *feel* like it could go wrong at any moment. When she presses against him, breasts heavy and animated with this exaggerated bounce, I almost laugh. Then I don’t.

There’s a scene (pretty sure it’s optional) where she insists on finishing him while keeping eye contact, and it’s uncomfortable and hot in a way only parody can be. The game pretends to be romantic, but the romance cracks open fast once things start moving under the sheets. Maybe that’s the point - pretend sweetness wrapped around shameless fucking. You could call it satire. But I’d rather call it honest.

It’s weird how a game can make your stomach twist like that - like jealousy and curiosity are kissing behind your ribs. Mina’s messages feel too real, her little hearts and half-sincere emojis landing harder than they should. You’re not just reading text bubbles; you’re kinda reading your own reflection, that insecure part that wants to check her phone when she’s in the shower. It’s not even about trust. It’s about the thrill of maybe finding something you shouldn’t. The game knows that. It plays you more than you play it. I kept thinking I’d stay calm, but then some random producer sent her a photo at midnight, and I swear I felt my pulse in my teeth.

There’s this moment - she sends a selfie that’s almost innocent. Almost. You can tell she’s not alone, though the frame pretends she is. That’s when I realized the point isn’t to “win” her back. The point’s to feel that sting, to let it crawl under your skin until it burns. The choices don’t really matter, or maybe they do, but the game’s so good at pretending they don’t that you start second-guessing your own reactions. I hated that. And loved it. Like when you know you’re being teased but you lean into it anyway. The music’s soft, too clean for what’s happening on-screen - it’s like watching a slow breakup inside a perfume ad.

I wish Mina’s typing bubbles didn’t take so long to appear. That wait feels cruel. But maybe that’s the best part. You stare, waiting, wondering what she’s doing while you wait. Sometimes I thought I wanted more pictures, more explicit proof, but when the game actually gives you something close to that, it’s worse. You want to look away, but you don’t. That’s the whole trick - it makes you complicit. It’s not about sex, not really. It’s about wanting to control what you can’t. And maybe that’s the dirtiest thing of all.