Can’t lie, I clicked expecting another copy-paste anime mashup with the usual stiff models and dead-eyed moans, but this one hits different. There’s a sadness under all that skin, like someone coded their fantasies too carefully, you know? I found myself staring at Raven’s face - Batman’s Raven - and thinking, “she shouldn’t be looking at me like that,” while still dragging her into position anyway. Unreal how fast guilt turns into hunger when the animation breathes just right. And maybe it’s because of the Illusion engine doing its sneaky physics thing, or maybe because the transitions are almost clumsy, like real people fumbling with clothes and patience. It’s messy, which makes it hot.

The scenes jump from universes without pretending to make sense. One second I’m in some broken-down Capsule Corp lab, Bulma smirking like she *planned* to get caught; next, Yoruichi’s toes press against my chest, laughing, telling me to look up. I did. Of course I did. The voyeur mode feels wrong in the best possible way - it doesn’t even give you fake morality options, just lets you watch. But then again, maybe that’s lazy design. Or genius. Hard to tell when your brain’s half-melted. The weird part? The sound mix changes depending on position, so D.Va sounds distant if she turns away. I swear no one ever gets audio that intimate, not even those overpriced VR patches on Steam.

Anyway, I could say it’s perfect, but I won’t. Some things twitch too mechanically - the faces sometimes freeze mid-expression, like they remember they’re code. Yet that’s also the charm. You see the seams, and you keep touching them. Like rubbing a wound for pleasure. Half the cast shouldn’t exist in the same space - Orihime beside Tifa beside Samus - but here they crowd my screen like they’ve been waiting forever. Maybe that’s why it works: it’s absurd, obscene, familiar, and somehow lonelier than expected. I closed the browser and immediately reopened it. Couldn’t help it.

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.

I don’t know who came up with the idea to mash Makima, Zelda, and Tsunade into the same world, but whoever it was probably spilled beer on their keyboard halfway through writing the script - and that’s what makes *D20 Magic Dice* feel alive. It’s messy, horny, strangely sentimental at times, like watching late-night anime reruns after a breakup. You’re talking to this dice thing (yeah, an actual dice), and before you even realize it, it’s making your thoughts real. Not just the good ones. I rolled a 3 once and ended up in some half-lit tavern where Widowmaker was arm wrestling Rumi for no reason while Zelda flirted with the bartender. I think I lost track of the main plot two minutes in, but it didn’t matter. The game doesn’t care either, it just keeps throwing beautiful chaos in your lap, all soft skin and heavy breathing mixed with dumb jokes about mana points.

What I liked most is how it doesn’t pretend to be clever. The dialogue’s sometimes broken, and the pacing jumps like old VHS tape - one second you’re teasing Ada Wong, next second Tsunade’s lecturing you about responsibility while sitting on your lap. There’s some strange comfort in that inconsistency. I did wish there were more sound options though; moans hit too loud compared to everything else, made me lower volume quick before neighbors got curious. And yet, when Makima whispers in that weirdly calm tone, you kinda forgive every bug. Maybe nostalgia blinds me - I grew up on janky flash hentai crossovers, and this feels like one resurrected from 2009. The dice mechanic almost feels secondary to the conversations, which twist between sincere and absurd so fast it makes you laugh mid-erection.

Sometimes I forget which universe I’m even in - Naruto? Overwatch? Who cares. The worlds blur, the clothes vanish, and someone says something about destiny while you’re trying not to roll another damn six. Three words? Chaotic, filthy, affectionate. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

You start as this so‑called “master hentai artist” who secretly can’t draw for shit, which already made me laugh, because same. Instead of learning anatomy, you get handed this shady alien camera that literally pops you into different anime timelines and lets you shoot lewd pics of characters in their own world. The game doesn’t pretend to be deep art or whatever. It’s more like: here’s a horny excuse to stalk Nico Robin across One Piece moments and see how many times you can make her blush, moan, then pretend she’s still in control. You’re this clueless virgin guy trying to act professional while your hands are shaking because her tits are basically in your face during “photo sessions”.

The “VN with puzzles” thing is actually funny, because half the time the “puzzle” is just you trying to not stare at her tits while you solve some tiny logic thing or pattern thing that unlocks the next scene. You think you’re here to click through dialogue, then suddenly you’re matching stuff under time pressure while Robin is teasing you on screen, leaning forward, sucking on a lollipop way too slow, talking about “better angles” for the shots. First time she let me “adjust” her pose, I thought it’d just be a static change, and then she actually started moving, riding the invisible camera, full animated tits bouncing while your character tries to keep his composure. My mouse hand was absolutely not used for aiming at that point.

There’s a moment where you fuck up the task and instead of a normal “fail” screen, Robin basically climbs into your space, grabs you by the collar and says you’ll have to “pay for wasting her time”. That switches into a sequence where you’re flat on your back, she’s on top, rubbing herself on your dick through clothes first, super slow, lots of teasing. She keeps stopping right before sliding you in, asking stupid questions like “is this your first time?” while you’re clearly about to explode. When she finally sinks down on you, it hits extra hard because the game held you on that edge for too long. Creampie is not optional either. She pushes your hips in when you try to pull out, almost mocking you, telling you to “fill your own masterpiece”. It’s dirty in that way that feels more playful than cruel, like she enjoys seeing you lose control. And then you get thrown back into another timeline, acting like a “pro hentai photographer” again while your legs are still shaking.

Oral and titfuck scenes feel like rewards for poking around every little option. One run I kept choosing the slightly polite answers and ended up with Robin on her knees, pretending it’s a “research on male stamina”. She takes your cock between her boobs first, rubbing oil on them, pressing them together so tight it almost looks painful, then licking the tip every time it pops out. When she finally takes you in her mouth, the camera framing changes just enough to show spit and tongue, and it’s weird how proud I felt when she gagged a bit. Another time I played the idiot and pushed every teasing dialogue line and she just shut me up with a deepthroat scene with zero warning. No romance, just “fine, if you’re that desperate” and she goes all the way down. The game kind of teaches you that different choices lead to different flavors of the same kink, which for replay freaks like me is... dangerous. I kept telling myself “ok, last route” while my browser had like 12 auto‑save files.

The group stuff catches you off guard too, because you think it’s just Robin for a while, then suddenly the device drops you in a scenario where there are other bodies around, and the vibe changes from intimate teasing to “oh shit, I’m actually the center of a small orgy now”. Robin does not get jealous. She gets competitive. There’s this part where she pulls you out of another girl’s mouth and wraps her own lips around the tip, eyes locked on the other girl like “see, this is how you do it”. You end up switching holes, positions, angles so fast it almost feels like a mini puzzle scene where the solution is “everybody gets a turn on your cock”. At one point you’re buried inside Robin’s pussy, another girl riding your face, and someone yelling about needing a “better shot” for the sensei. I kind of wished there was a simple free mode without all the clicking so I could just, you know, enjoy, but no, you’re still juggling inputs while three women argue about who gets the last creampie.

What I really liked is how the game absolutely knows you’re playing a virgin dork and never lets you forget it. Even when you’ve already fucked Robin raw, she still treats you like a student when you hold the camera, correcting your posture while her ass brushes your crotch, telling you to “focus on the subject” while her nipple is practically resting on your cheek. It’s not realistic at all, obviously, but it nails that fantasy where you’re useless at real art, yet somehow every hot girl in the timeline wants to help you “practice” by wrapping their thighs around your waist. My notes app on my phone literally has a line that just says “Robin, oil, puzzle timer, holy shit” from when I had to pause the scene because I almost failed the minigame while she was bouncing on my lap.

And there is that tiny annoying thing where the teasing can drag a bit too long before you finally get to pound her properly, but then when she’s riding you and you’re forced to watch her face up close, hair sticking to her cheeks, moaning something about “perfect composition” right as you cum inside her, suddenly that complaint didn’t matter anymore and I forgot what I wanted to say in the first place.