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.

You know that feeling when you’re scrolling on your phone, bored out of your mind, and you start thinking “yeah, I kinda wanna flirt with half the anime multiverse right now”? This game leans right into that. It’s a mobile-style dating sim where your whole job is to talk, tease, and slowly push your way from cute banter to full-on filthy with a bunch of familiar faces. One minute you’re trying to keep your shit together while Tsunade leans in with those ridiculous tits, the next you’re trading playful jabs with Marin Kitagawa like she’s your chaotic cosplay girlfriend who absolutely knows she’s out of your league. It’s very much a “pick a waifu, poke at her until she cracks, then enjoy the view” setup. You answer questions, pick dialog options, earn points when you say the thing she wants to hear, and each correct move nudges the relationship from “hi, senpai” to “okay, pull your dick out already.”

What I like is how the game doesn’t pretend it’s some deep, tragic romance. It pretends for like 10 seconds, then goes straight into horny nerd brain. You start with small talk, a bit of teasing, then she starts hinting, and once you’ve stacked enough points, the clothes start vanishing. One date you’re laughing with Aqua while she’s being useless and bratty, the next date she’s grinding in your lap and calling you a pervert like it’s your fault. Rias acts all composed, polite, almost royal, but you keep pushing the right answers and suddenly you’re getting your cock squeezed between those huge tits she pretends are a burden. There are titfucks, messy handjobs, slow teasing oral where she holds eye contact like she wants to watch you lose control, the usual “oops I sat on it” vaginal sex, and yeah, anal too if you unlock the right scenes. Some girls treat it as a reward, some as a challenge, some as “shut up and enjoy it.” I had this moment with a certain dragon milf where she’s bouncing on top of me with that massive ass, smiling like she’s finally found a new toy, and I genuinely forgot to click the next line because I was too busy staring.

It’s not all straight either, which is nice. You’ve got traps like Astolfo and Felix in the mix, cute and flirty and way too confident, and if you’re into that, the game doesn’t tiptoe around it. They flirt hard, they suck you off like they’ve practiced, they ride you like they’re trying to prove something. Some routes feel more romantic, like a soft slow-burn with a girl like Rem, where you actually care a bit about the conversation before you end up buried inside her, and some are pure chaos, like Darkness begging you to use her like a toy while you’re thinking “ok, I’m the degenerate here but wow.” It’s kinda funny how sometimes the writing hits this surprisingly sweet mood, then two screens later you’re balls-deep and watching a loop of her moaning and drooling, legs shaking. There’s a harem vibe too once you realize just how many characters are waiting for you. Best way to enjoy it? Don’t rush. Take a character, answer her correctly, watch her shift from “oh, we’re just talking” to “fuck me harder” and let yourself get sucked into each scene. Screenshot the faces you like, replay the ones that make you twitch, and let the game do what it clearly wants to do: melt your brain in the dirtiest, laziest way possible.

In this fresh installment by MnF, the spotlight is on the dark and dirty relationship involving the Iron Giant and Hogarth Hughes. Unexpectedly, the giant metal figure is gearing up to fuck Hogarth’s sultry mother, turning the story upside down. Experience the raw power of the Iron Giant as he unleashes his metallic strength and sensual capabilities on the willing Mrs. Hughes. Prepare for intense, no-holds-barred sex where the Iron Giant’s mechanical prowess meets Mrs. Hughes’ eager body in a heated clash of flesh and steel. The young Hogarth’s reaction ranges from shock to arousal, intensifying the taboo nature of this electrifying affair. Feel the friction between steel and skin as the Iron Giant’s powerful movements bring Mrs. Hughes to new heights of pleasure and submission. Command the Iron Giant’s every move, from gentle caresses to rough domination, shaping the steamy sessions exactly as you desire. It challenges your limits by mixing taboo themes with visceral, unfiltered passion between the Iron Giant and the seductive Mrs. Hughes. Hungry for something outrageous and erotically charged? This game serves up the perfect blend of taboo and raw desire.

I didn’t expect Yor to move like that, you know? The way her face flickers between killer calm and that sudden softness - it’s not even about the explicit scenes (though there’s plenty of that, and they don’t pretend otherwise). It’s how the game makes you wait for it, like she’s performing control as foreplay. You’re supposed to be this silent observer, but the pacing tricks you into feeling complicit, like maybe you shouldn’t be watching. I kept thinking about those old spy thrillers where everyone’s pretending to be someone else, except here the pretense melts away with every moan. The transitions between the CGs feel handmade, not slick, and that roughness gives it texture, like a smudge on a lens that makes the image more human. I like that. Or maybe I don’t. Hard to tell anymore.

There’s a scene - won’t spoil it - but the sound design nails it. The breathy, half-stifled noises against that low hum of city static in the background; it’s weirdly intimate. You can tell whoever mixed the audio knew what frustration sounds like. One tiny gripe: the text boxes sometimes cover her eyes, which kills the tension for a second, but then again, maybe that’s the point, forcing you to imagine what you can’t see. It reminded me of reading bad translations of French erotica where you’re not sure if the mistakes are accidental or poetic. Also, the color palette leans too warm, but when she leans over the desk and the light hits her hair - yeah, that warmth makes sense. It’s less about lust and more about exhaustion, like she’s tired of pretending to be perfect.

People keep saying it’s just a parody, but that’s lazy. The game feels like someone tried to turn guilt into a looped mechanic. Every click is a confession you can’t take back. Don’t rush through it; let the awkward pauses breathe. The messier it gets, the more honest it feels.