This whole thing feels like someone took every anime waifu you've ever crushed on and threw them into a blender with gacha mechanics. Pocket Waifu's got everyone - Megumin doing her explosion thing, Lucoa being all thicc dragon energy, even Tatsumaki looking perpetually annoyed while somehow being incredibly fuckable. The clicking gets mindless fast but honestly? That's kinda the point. You're not here for complex gameplay, you're here because seeing Rias Gremory in progressively skimpier outfits while numbers go up hits some primal part of your brain that retail therapy usually handles.

The progression system is whatever - click, level up, unlock scene, repeat. But fuck me the variety is impressive in a chaotic way. One minute you're getting a titjob from Lucy Heartfilia, next you're balls deep in some Nikke girl whose name I can't pronounce. The animations aren't groundbreaking but they get the job done, especially when Erza's doing that thing with her tongue or when Hinata finally stops being shy and goes full slut mode. Rosa from Pokemon looking absolutely stacked was not something I expected but here we are. The costumes unlock pretty regularly which keeps things fresh - nothing beats seeing Darkness in a maid outfit begging for it.

What's wild is how they managed to cram so many different series together without it feeling completely schizophrenic. Though honestly the Kobayashi dragon maids feel a bit out of place next to the more explicitly sexual characters, but whatever, Ilulu's tits make up for any tonal inconsistencies. The anal scenes with Sakura Matou hit different when you're three hours deep into idle clicking. Sometimes I forget I'm supposed to be managing resources and just end up staring at Yor Forger's ass physics for way too long. The mobile interface works fine but occasionally the click detection gets wonky during the more intense scenes which is annoying when you're trying to... multitask.

Hilbert is supposed to be this big hero who finished his whole pokemon journey, right? Instead you meet him when his life is kind of fucked. Car crash, dreams shattered, and his Hypno just vanishes into thin air like it got bored of being a good little partner and went hunting for trouble. That alone already sets the mood: this world is not the safe PG region you remember from your childhood. Nuvema Town is now basically a legal sandbox for human and pokemon “free relationships”, and yeah, that means exactly what you think it means. You come back home and the place feels familiar and totally wrong at the same time, like returning to your old school and finding out it turned into a sex club with a research budget. The game sells that feeling hard. You walk through this chill little coastal town, talk to Serena or Gloria or whoever you bump into, and every conversation is half normal, half “wait, did she just casually mention fucking a Gardevoir like it’s normal brunch topic?”

The fun part is how the game drip feeds this. It doesn’t start with some giant orgy scene. Instead you get those moments where Nurse Joy looks a bit too happy when you mention Hypno, or Fennel is suddenly very interested in your “brainwave reactions” and asks if you can help her test something in her lab, just the two of you, lights low, machines humming. There is a scene with Juniper that really stuck in my head: she starts all professional, lab coat and serious talk, then it slowly slides into this weird mix of scientific curiosity and raw hunger. She talks about “inter-species bonding” while leaning over the desk so her big tits are almost spilling out, and you’re half listening, half thinking “is she going to ask me to help her with data or just bend me over the fucking chair?” And the game kind of refuses to separate those two. That’s the vibe all over. You’re not just clicking through porn; you’re wandering around a town where the line between research, romance and straight-up hentai bullshit is gone, burned, buried, and Hypno probably jerked off on the ashes.

Not everything hits perfectly, which is funny because the game doesn’t pretend to be polished. Some dialogues feel like the writer was horny, distracted, then came back and forgot what tone they started with. One moment you’re getting this heavy emotional talk about how Hilbert’s future was destroyed in the crash, next moment Mallow is just tossing horny jokes about “juicy berries” and you’re thrown into a scene where Tsareena is acting like a dominatrix with vines and legs for days. There is this small thing that annoyed me: the way fonts resize on mobile sometimes when a text box pops up in the middle of a hot moment, like you’re about to nut and suddenly boom, text overlap, because yes, this is a mobile game and your thumb is in the way. I swear it happened right when Officer Jenny started talking about her “special inspection procedure” and I had to move the dialogue box a bit and it killed the rhythm. Still, the animated bits make up for it, especially when Hypno’s influence starts to show in people’s eyes and bodies, and scenes with Delia, Hilda, or a smug Serena go from teasing to full-on, explicit “this is pokeporn and we’re not pretending otherwise”. Then out of nowhere the game throws in some gay tension with Cheren or Hilbert’s reactions to certain guys, like it’s poking you to see what you’ll pick. It all feels messy, horny, experimental, like someone mashed a dating simulation with a corrupted nostalgia trip and said, fine, let Hypno run wild, let Nuvema Town drown in research and cum and nobody is going to stop it.

You start as this kinda awkward dude who just wants to draw comics and jerk off in peace, and suddenly you’re thrown into your own horny superhero parody. It feels like someone mashed together Marvel, DC, old Cartoon Network ghosts and random JRPG waifus after one too many porn tabs on Chrome. One second you’re walking around a convention trying not to look at cosplayers’ asses for too long, next second some freaky thing hijacks your life and now you *are* your own overpowered OC. The game doesn’t even pretend to be deep about it. You’ve got superpowers, a dick that might as well be a plot device, and this weird freedom to wander around like a sandbox and poke at all these famous faces that look just far enough “not official” so nobody gets sued.

The fun part is how trashy the dialogue leans on purpose. The banter is half horny, half shitpost. Like you talk to a very familiar-looking spiky-haired martial artist’s widow type, and she’s wet and grieving and also somehow into feet, and your character is internally going “this is wrong” while obviously lining up for a titfuck two clicks later. Then you meet this smug thief in black leather with ridiculous big ass jiggle, and she flips between teasing hate-flirting and letting you grope her in a side alley while pretending she doesn’t care. It reads like someone who grew up on Newgrounds porn games and Tumblr memes at the same time and never fully recovered. There’s corruption stuff too, where you watch a heroine who starts out all proud and clean slowly break into doing handjobs just for “research” and by the time you unlock anal or a creampie scene she’s got that ahegao face that makes you pause for half a second, then keep clicking anyway. Sometimes the pacing is weird, like you’re stuck doing small talk or dumb fetch stuff when all you want is to push Wonder Woman lookalike off the moral cliff and get her on her knees, but then you hit a new animated scene, with her choking on your cock and trying to stay heroic, and suddenly you forget you were irritated five minutes ago.

There’s this nice little thrill each time you bump into a new “oh wait, that’s totally her” character. Tifa clone stretching in a way that shows her tits are way too big for physics, Jessie-ish girl talking about “eco-terror” in between jerking you off under a table, some ghost boy parody girl who looks like she stepped out of a rule34 page and into your lap for an oral scene. When the corruption kicks in on them, the lines get nastier. They go from playful teasing like “you wish” to straight up begging for your cum, asking you to fill them, to fuck their ass, to use them as a stress-relief tool. The game rarely holds your hand, which is kind of nice and kind of annoying. One moment you stumble into a footjob scene out of nowhere and you’re like “hell yes, this is exactly why I opened incognito mode”, and another moment you’re walking around clueless, wondering where the next pussy is hiding while the map pretends to be deeper than it is. The animations hit that guilty-pleasure 3D style, bodies bounce in the right spots, creampies look messy enough, and even if some faces go slightly uncanny during ahegao, it just makes the whole thing feel more like a dirty fan project than some clean, soulless product. At some point I caught myself ignoring the “serious” story about being stuck as your own hero and only caring which heroine I could break next. Which is probably the point.

Guy makes horny comics, goes to a con thinking “yeah, this is my big break”, then reality just tells him to bend over. That part actually feels weirdly familiar if you ever dragged a half-finished doujin to a tiny convention and sat there praying someone more than a bored cosplayer stops at your table. Here, instead of just getting ignored, some freaky creature crashes the whole thing and you end up trapped inside your own OC. Not like metaphorical “I feel like my character”, I mean literally you become the musclebound, oversexed hero you drew to sell prints with. And since you were a degenerate, your new body is pure coomer bait: thick ass, stupidly big cock energy, straight out of a horny crossover fanfic that got too popular on Pixiv. Then the game just throws you in a space where all those “inspired by” girls wander around: very obvious “that’s totally not Tifa”, redhead thief who screams “I swear I’m not Jessie from that monster game”, a blonde brick-house heroine in skin-tight suit that could not be more Power Girl if DC lawyers were already knocking. It’s like you fell into an R18 booth hidden behind the main convention floor, where copyright law took a smoke break.

What works nice is how the scenes don’t feel copy-paste. You don’t just click a button and see tits. Sometimes you’re stuck in this cramped hallway with “not-Tifa” leaning on the wall, arms crossed, and you can almost hear her say “you really think those shitty comics qualify you to touch me?” Then a few wrong dialog choices and you end up groping her anyway, hand buried under that tiny top, and the game lingers on how she half-resists, half-grinds into your palm. Another time you’re backstage at a panel, trying to act like a normal dude, and one of the heroine types corners you, drags your hand to her ass like it’s the most casual thing in the world, then smirks when you squeeze too hard. The groping is everywhere, honestly slightly too much sometimes, like the dev got so proud of a single mechanic he just spammed it. But then again when you’ve got those bodies drawn like that, with gravity-defying boobs and tight outfits doing absolutely nothing to hide nipples, it’s hard to complain. I still will complain about the black cat thing though. There is this one smug cat-girl/mascot who pops in and out, and every time I wanted to click her off-screen like a Discord pop-up. She’s important somehow, I guess, but her scenes feel like someone changed tabs and opened a different game by mistake. Anyway, the whole thing plays like a fever dream of a guy who binged too much Marvel, DC and a certain ghost kid cartoon plus some monster catching anime, then opened his sketchbook and decided “fuck it, everyone’s hot now”. The art leans full-on horny parody, not “serious comic”. It’s rough in places, faces go a bit weird at some angles, hands sometimes look like they’re trying to escape the scene, but the bodies know exactly why you’re here. Boobs smash against your chest when you pull a girl in, asses fill the screen when you push them over a table, and there is this one bathroom scene where the mirror shows your character’s smug face while your hands disappear under a heroine’s top that made me actually pause and think “ok, that’s nasty in a good way”. Story-wise it pretends to have this whole “what does it mean to become your creation” meta angle, then forgets two minutes later when a stacked heroine offers her tits as “payment” for helping with some crisis you barely paid attention to. Honestly that’s fine. Nobody opens a browser and types this title because they want a deep character study. You’re here for comic con chaos, fake-but-obvious famous girls, and the excuse to drag your pervy OC through every fantasy you once doodled in the corner of your school notebook.