Guy goes out, fucks his dream girl, then life absolutely body slams him. That is basically the tone here. You start as this pretty regular dude who somehow scores the hottest girl around, gets a night full of sloppy kissing, wet panties, nervous first-time energy, and a ridiculous amount of teasing. She rides your face, you worship her tits, she grinds on your cock until both of you are a sweaty mess, and then the whole thing gets wrecked by her psycho dad flying off the handle. Violence, panic, lights out. Coma. You wake up years later with your dick still working, but your brain missing the whole damn night. What sticks is just flashes in your sleep: a warm pussy clenching around you, soft feet on your chest, a girl whispering “cum in me” in that needy voice that makes your balls tighten. You wake up horny, confused and kind of pissed off at your own memory. Pornhub doesn’t help, Xvideos doesn’t help, nothing hits the spot because it all feels like an echo of something real that you can’t grab anymore.

Then the doorbell rings and there are three girls outside, all looking like the one from your dreams. Same face, same fuckable body, different flavor of crazy in the eyes. They call you in ways that are too familiar, they smile like they already tasted your cum before, and they move into your life like it was always planned. From that point the game really leans into the mess. You’re juggling romance routes where you kiss them slow on the couch and routes where you’re slamming them against the kitchen counter, pulling hair, making them choke on your cock until their mascara runs. One scene you’re trying to be gentle with a “virgin” act, next scene you’ve got one of them on all fours, ass up, while you spit on her hole and push in, her fingers clawing the sheets. The cutscenes love close-ups: tongue on clit, lips wrapped around shaft, toes curling when you press your thumb into their wet spot. There is a bathroom scene that really goes hard on the whole piss thing, and the camera just stays on it too long, like the dev was way too proud of that animation. Creampies get their own little moment, with your cum pouring out and the girls either freaking out about pregnancy or low-key thrilled by it, depending on how corrupted you’ve nudged them. Sometimes the male dom vibe feels powerful as fuck, with you ordering them to lick each other, clean your cock with their tongues, or sit on your face one after another until you can’t breathe. Other times it’s awkward as hell and a line delivery just kills the mood, but you still keep clicking because the next scene might have one of the twins sucking your fingers after you pull out of her ass, or a slow, lazy morning blowjob that starts as cuddling and ends in her swallowing with a shy smile. It never really pretends to be classy, which is kind of the charm and also exactly the problem.

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.

Man, this casting studio thing is way more addictive than I expected. You basically play this dude who's setting up his own adult film studio, and all these anime waifus show up wanting to be pornstars. Sounds ridiculous? Yeah, totally is. But somehow it works because the whole setup is so absurd it becomes fun.

The management part caught me off guard - you're not just clicking through sex scenes, you actually have to run this weird business. Pick your assistant first (I went with Valeria because... reasons), then these famous anime girls start showing up for "auditions." We got Mitsuri from Demon Slayer looking all innocent until she's not, Yor from Spy x Family being surprisingly kinky, and Hinata who's way more confident than in Naruto. The conversations before anything happens are actually pretty decent - not Shakespeare but better than most games where dialogue exists just to get to the fucking. Power from Chainsaw Man is absolutely unhinged in the best way possible, and Nami... well, she knows exactly what she wants and how to get it.

What's weird is how the whole casting couch scenario doesn't feel as sleazy as it should? Maybe because these are fictional characters who are actively choosing this career path, but the game treats it more like a business simulation with lots of sex. You can do anal, vaginal, watch them strip and tease, the usual stuff. Some girls are into BDSM, others prefer vanilla encounters. The ahegao faces are pretty well done too. Graphics are decent 3D, nothing groundbreaking but gets the job done. They're adding new waifus monthly which is cool I guess, though I'm still figuring out all the current ones. Erza's scenes are intense as hell btw - that woman does not mess around.

I swear this game messed with my head more than any so-called “psychological” visual novel ever did. You wake up rich, spoiled, surrounded by girls who look like they stepped straight out of some fever-dream crossover - like, imagine Asuka Langley arguing with Hinata about who gets to sit closer to you at breakfast, and then Merlin just casually walks in wearing nothing but a towel that doesn’t even try to do its job. It’s ridiculous, yet there’s something weirdly believable about it. Maybe because the dream logic fits too well: everything looks perfect, but your brain keeps whispering that something’s off. I liked that uneasy feeling until it got buried under all the moaning and skin. Then again, maybe that’s the point - when reality breaks, people reach for pleasure first. Or I’m overthinking pixels again.

There’s this scene - I won’t spoil too much - but you’re supposed to choose between helping Yor Forger study or letting Jinx drag you to her room. I picked Yor, thinking it’d be wholesome. Yeah, right. Five clicks later she’s on the desk, glasses half-off, saying things no spy should ever say. The animation isn’t flawless; sometimes her eyes lag behind her face, which made me laugh when I shouldn’t have. But that glitchy charm stuck with me longer than any of the polished stuff. And the sound design? Way too real. My cheap headphones couldn’t handle Tsunade’s voice purring through them. Still, I kept replaying the same moment like an idiot chasing déjà vu.

Funny thing: I started playing for the sexy chaos, but ended up stuck thinking about that blank-memory setup. Like maybe the main guy deserves the confusion. Maybe we all do. It’s a horny game pretending to be philosophical - or a philosophical game pretending to be horny. Doesn’t matter. When Nami whispers something about “remembering the wrong things,” I actually paused. Then I unpaused, because, well… she was already moving.