Man, this game threw me off right from the start. I opened it thinking it’d just be another messy parody with lazy jokes and pixel boobs, but nah, it’s got this weirdly hypnotic rhythm to it. Like, you’re Morty but not Morty - more like some version of him that’s seen too much hentai at 4 AM and still tries to act chill about it. The writing bounces between awkward teen panic and total degenerate confidence, which somehow works. One minute he’s nervously mumbling about interdimensional nonsense, next he's elbow-deep in something that probably violates a few universal laws. And god, the voice lines - half sound like a bad improv skit on Discord, half like someone’s actual bedroom mic confession. It shouldn’t be hot, but it kind of is.

There’s this one scene - can’t even call it a scene, more like a fever dream - where he’s stuck between two portals, both dripping with fluorescent slime, and you’re given this choice that makes zero sense but also feels like the most important decision you’ll ever make. That’s what this whole thing does: makes absurdity feel spiritual. The pacing is off, like purposefully off, dragging moments until you’re uncomfortable enough to laugh or maybe keep clicking because the animations start looping smoother the longer you stare. The control scheme is nothing fancy but you won’t care, because somehow the dialogues keep pushing into taboo, stepping over lines like they’re suggestions, and then circling back into weird emotional vulnerability that shouldn’t land but totally does.

I swear the backgrounds change depending on how bad you feel for laughing during the dark parts. Could be my imagination or just bad memory, can’t tell. The “Rick” version here is unhinged even by internet standards, giving these lectures that start about time travel and end in humiliation kinks. And the “Summer” side stuff - let’s just say it redefines uncomfortable curiosity. I tried alt-tabbing to Spotify halfway through a scene and forgot what song I was even playing. That’s how this game eats time and dignity together, one click at a time.

Bolsdip sounds like the kind of town where nothing happens, but then you walk around for five minutes and suddenly you are watching your hot neighbor masturbate through a half open curtain and pretending this is “part of the investigation”. You play this young detective who comes back home carrying big city attitude, small town trauma, and a dick that keeps voting against professional ethics. On the surface it is this classic mystery thing: weird disappearances, rumors about supernatural shit, people keeping secrets. But the game quietly keeps shifting everything into sex. Every clue, every locked door, every awkward chat in the college hallway somehow slides toward blackmail, seduction, or some fucked up mix of both where you are not sure if you are saving them or corrupting them further. It feels less like solving cases and more like peeling clothes off reality, one layer at a time.

The way it plays is relaxed and a bit messy in a good way. You click around town, poke at objects, wait for certain times of day, and different scenes unlock depending on what you already screwed up or screwed. One run I spent ages orbiting the local professor, this classy-looking woman who talks like she teaches ethics but dresses like she cosplays her own students’ fantasies. Conversation with her starts academic, about motives and perception and all that, then suddenly she is pressing you against her office desk, whispering about “research” while her hand slides down your pants. It’s not just “sex scene, reward, next”. She keeps referencing previous choices, teasing you for hesitating when she first offered to “help you relax”, and if you push back she flips into this cool femdom mode, sitting on her chair and making you kneel between her legs while she explains moral philosophy like it’s foreplay. I wish the transitions between normal talk and horny talk were less abrupt sometimes, but at the same time that abruptness kind of feels right, like how real desire cuts into small talk without asking.

Next door is the milf who looks way too perfect for this shitty little town. She bakes, she smiles, she leans over in yoga pants in a way that absolutely counts as exhibitionism. She acts all caring, nostalgic about when you were younger, but the camera angle really cares only about her tits and her ass. You end up in these situations where you “help” her carry boxes, fix some minor thing in her house, and the reward rapidly goes from a hug to her guiding your head between her legs on the living room couch while some boring TV show is on in the background. There is this one scene where she pretends to be half asleep on the sofa and you are standing there, watching her nipples harden under the shirt, and the game lets you choose whether to be a good guy or quietly slide your hand under the fabric. It feels dirty in a very aware way, like the game is staring right into that part of your brain that always wonders what you would really do if nobody judged you. And then, when you think you have the pattern, the game throws that hidden baocat thing at you, so suddenly you are clicking around locations looking for a ridiculous little mascot that unlocks some extra lewd toy or secret animation. It is silly, breaks the mood, makes you grin, and somehow also makes the next blowjob scene feel more earned, because you hunted a stupid cat for it. The whole thing ends up like a horny detective diary: a slow burn of mysteries, voyeur moments, guilt-flavored orgasms, and the constant sense that Bolsdip itself is getting wetter and weirder the deeper you push.

Kushina shows up on screen and it hits like, “oh shit, they actually went full mom fantasy here.” No build up, no shy stuff, she’s already naked, already flushed, already in that fucked-out headspace before you even touch anything. The game just tosses you straight into her getting worked over by two futa brunettes, and you’re basically the creep with the best seat in the house. Camera is locked in this super thirsty angle where her thighs are spread and you keep catching that bounce in her huge tits while her ass is getting pounded. Not subtle at all. You see her pussy stretched, dripping nonstop, and the other girl ramming her ass at the same time, and the whole thing feels filthy in a very “I probably shouldn’t enjoy this as much as I do but too late” way.

Controls are simple click stuff, nothing fancy, but the tempo changes are what carry it. You start slow, and Kushina just kind of whimpers, lips shaking, grabbing the sheets. Then you speed it up and it goes from “oh this feels good” to “okay she’s not walking after this” pretty fast. The wet sounds get nastier as both holes are filled, and there’s this one moment where you push the anal stroke a bit too hard and her whole body jerks, tits bouncing like crazy, mouth open in that silent scream face. That’s the moment I actually paused Pornhub in the background because yeah, this was doing the job better. But the boob touching is low key weird. The hand-on-tits animation is kind of stiff, like the girl forgot how fingers work. It bothers me way more than it should and I kept staring at that one thumb clipping in a strange way instead of watching the actual fucking. Never got over it, kept noticing it again and again like a tiny fly buzzing around your ear.

Still, when both futas are buried in her, one in the pussy, one deep in her ass, and her red hair’s all messy around her face, she looks completely gone. Her eyes roll up, tongue out, and you get these hard thrust loops where her hips slap into them and the juices practically spray. It’s not realistic, it’s porn logic, but you’re not here for realism anyway. The threesome vibe is strong, even if you’re basically a ghost just cranking the pace like some horny director. And yeah, the whole “Naruto’s mom getting double stuffed” angle is trashy as hell, but that’s also exactly why it hits. Watching her get held in place, boobs squeezed while both futa cocks pump her from both ends, seeing that creamy mess spill out and drip down… it sticks in your brain longer than it should.

Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

Tsunade here looks like she just finished one bottle of sake too many and decided “fuck it, I’m getting wrecked today.” The whole thing feels like you accidentally opened someone’s filthy secret project in an old browser tab and then stayed because it actually hits the right spots. You start with her on all fours, that ridiculous round ass filling the whole screen, and everything is from your eyes only, like you’re pressed right behind her, hips touching, smelling her sweat and perfume mix. There’s no long intro, no fake romance, just her kneeling there with those huge tits hanging and bouncing under her, waiting for you to start slamming her like a bad decision. It’s messy in a good way. The controls are simple and kinda janky, like the flash era never died, but honestly that makes it feel more dirty. You click, the pace changes, her ass starts clapping, her back arches, she moans louder, and suddenly the room in the game feels smaller, more humid, like she’s gonna drag you down with her.

The best part is how her body reacts. Those massive boobs swing under her with a tiny delay every time you thrust, like they got their own physics engine that only cares about making you distracted. You find yourself staring at her tits for way too long, then remember the real show is that fat ass in front of you, cheeks shaking every time you push in. The angle makes you feel like you’re practically inside her, watching your shaft disappear between her thighs, and then you notice little details that shouldn’t matter but they do: the faint shine on her skin, that tiny twitch in her lower back when you go deeper, the way her hair moves a bit when your rhythm gets rough. There’s this one moment when you speed it up, and her whole body starts to give up, shoulders dropping, head lowering, like she’s not the Hokage anymore, just a horny milf begging you to fill her. You keep going, the sound in your head louder than any actual sound, and when you finally decide to finish, you dump it all inside her and watch the cum spill back out slowly, thick and warm-looking, like her pussy is trying to keep it but failing. It’s dirty, it’s simple, it’s raw, and it kinda feels like a secret little fuck session you weren’t supposed to see but can’t stop replaying anyway.