Bound tightly in chains, Korra's vibrant form is helpless before you, her skin flushed and vulnerable. Despite her predicament, Korra’s wetness betrays her true desires, eager to be claimed and used as you see fit. The sound of chains dragging and tightening sets a rhythm as you take control, dictating her sensations and pushing boundaries.

Sideto allows you to fully personalize Korra’s looks, from the smallest freckles on her skin to the intensity of her moans during play. Undress her slowly, watching as fabric slips off and her lithe body is exposed inch by inch to your hungry eyes. Manipulate the bondage gear - tighten those chains for more desperate struggles or loosen them when you want to toy with her freedom.

Dive deep into a parody universe where Korra’s innocence fades, replaced by a willing lust that floods every scene with heat. Depending on your actions, Korra can either fight back or melt into submission, each outcome more soaked in cumshot-filled debauchery.

Dominate and degrade the avatar you once admired, using the chains and customization tools to break her down physically and mentally. Customize her look and reactions endlessly, producing scenes that are as varied as they are vividly perverse. Unlock the full experience to push Korra further than ever before, exploring every kink the game offers.

Tracer showing up in your "clinic" already feels wrong in the best way. She’s still got that cocky little smile, still talking about missions and chronal bullshit, but the room looks like a mix of fake hospital and cheap amateur porn set. White walls, random medical props that clearly do nothing, and you. The supposed expert. She’s nervous, fidgety, asking if this treatment is safe, if it will stabilize her powers, and you just watch her while the dialog lets you lean harder into the lie. It’s not subtle at all, but that’s kinda the charm. The game knows exactly what it’s doing and doesn’t pretend otherwise. One second you’re “checking vitals,” next second you’re asking her to take off the jacket, then the leggings, then suddenly the sweetest little Overwatch mascot is standing there in a “medical exam” that is really just you setting up porn angles.

The whole thing plays out like some horny fanfic that escaped from a Reddit thread and decided to become a game. You click through her lines while she tries to be brave, telling herself this is for the greater good, and the camera is just there, blinking at you like a silent pervert friend. Change her outfit, move her around, line things up. At some point the game stops even pretending there is treatment and just becomes “how much can Tracer take before she realizes this is not science.” She looks back, cheeks flushed, still calling you doctor, still asking if it’s working while you ram a cock inside her that is so obviously not related to any cure. If a cock could fix her time powers, half of Overwatch porn would be canon by now.

Once you start going in raw, it gets filthy in that unashamed way. Condom or no condom, it’s your choice, but the game clearly loves when you skip it. You fuck her on this fake medical bed, you watch the camera angle catch every jolt of her body and every messy thrust, and there’s this sick satisfaction when you finally dump inside her. Creampie options are the main event here. Watching her stretched open, filled up, her still trying to process everything like “is this how it’s supposed to feel, doctor?” while cum slowly leaks out. The cumshot feels like the actual treatment and you’re just some porn bastard recording the whole session to enjoy later. It’s not clever, it’s not deep, it’s basically “what if Tracer trusted the wrong guy and ended up as your personal fucktoy,” and the game just leans into that until there’s more jizz than medical ethics in the room.