Denji’s trapped again, but this time it’s not about blood or blades. It’s a damn maze of moans and bad decisions. The walls hum like they’re watching, the air sticky with that half-sinful, half-desperate energy only Chainsaw Man chaos could pull off. Kobeni trembles like always - except now she’s trembling for different reasons. You can almost taste her panic when your hand slides under her shirt, that mix of fear and wanting that shouldn’t feel this hot but somehow does. Himeno’s smirk cuts through the tension like a knife dipped in smoke; she knows exactly what you’re thinking before you even move. She plays dirty, whispering things that make you forget which way is out, makes you think maybe getting lost forever wouldn’t be so bad.

The game doesn’t rush. It teases. One second you’re grinding through dialogue choices that seem stupidly simple, and then suddenly it hits you - this isn’t about saving anyone, it’s about corrupting them just enough to see who breaks first. Internal view scenes hit hard, no filter, no mercy. The sound design’s nasty in a good way - sticky breaths, little gasps, wet slaps echoing through the infinite corridor like applause. There’s humor too, weirdly enough. Power barges in at the worst possible moment, yells something ridiculous, and you still can’t help but laugh even as the screen flashes another throbbing close-up. It’s gross and sexy and kinda tragic all at once.

And yeah, the endings. Plural. You’ll probably screw up the first one, because some options look harmless until you realize they change everything. There’s a scene where Denji just stares at his own hands, covered in… well, you know, and it lingers longer than comfortable. That’s the thing - nothing here feels safe, even the pleasure. It’s messy, horny, strangely tender in places where it shouldn’t be. Like the game itself is laughing at you for getting turned on by its cruelty. And maybe it’s right.

Lala is basically that chaotic anime girl who got handed a gun, some magic coins and zero self-control. The whole thing feels like somebody smashed an arcade cabinet together with a horny artbook and said “yeah, ship it.” You’re not walking around, you’re not doing some deep RPG story, you just sit there with your mouse and blast stuff that flies in like it escaped from some cheap mobile game, and somehow that’s kinda fun and kinda stupid at the same time. Every enemy you nail spits coins, every coin is one step closer to stronger shots and, let’s be honest, peeling clothes off the girls piece by piece until the game just drops the pretense and throws you into softcore territory. The uniform theme is everywhere: school blazers, too-tight office shirts, skirts that were never regulation in any school on earth, stockings that are literally working harder than the game engine. You start shooting enemies and then suddenly you’re staring at torn blouses, slipping bras, panties hanging on for dear life and Lala just stands there like, “yeah, this is normal.” It’s horny, but not in a deep way. More like that horny Friday night where your brain is fried and your standards are on vacation.

What really got me is how junky it feels but somehow in a good way. Mouse aiming is twitchy as hell, like the sensitivity forgot what number it should be, yet once you get into the rhythm you’re just zoning out, clicking everything that moves and waiting for that little tease of a new CG in the gallery. Enemies come from random sides, sometimes too fast, sometimes too slow, like they didn’t bother tuning the waves. But when you finally unlock a full nude CG after grinding coins on those same stupid waves, your brain goes “okay, worth it” even while you’re cursing the hitboxes that don’t line up half the time. And that gallery, man. It’s just rows of girls in different stages of stripped uniforms, like a detective wall of horny evidence. You get the basic scene, then you unlock the bra on the floor, then the panties gone, then suddenly she’s naked except for thigh-highs, and you’re clicking through like “next, next, next” while pretending you care about the coins per shot ratio you just upgraded. I hate how shallow it is. I also spent way too long trying to get that one pose where her tie is still on but everything else is off, because I’m apparently a very specific kind of degenerate.

Shoutout to the way Lala herself looks like she should be the final boss and instead she’s just there, smiling and spraying bullets while everything around her turns into this lewd strip-fest. No story, no buildup, nothing. Just: shoot, get coins, strip heroines, open gallery, repeat until your mouse hand is tired for the wrong reason. The uniforms are doing 90% of the work. There’s something filthy about blasting a wave and seeing a serious-looking office girl end up with her shirt open, bra pushed up, nipples out, gunfire still going in the background like this is normal workplace behavior. And the worst part is that the more power ups you buy, the less you pay attention to the actual gameplay. You’re just farming, zoning out, counting how many more runs until the next naked pose unlocks. It feels like one of those sketchy Flash games that never grew up, and that’s exactly the charm. Everything’s a bit off, nothing’s fully polished, the erotic scenes hit harder because they feel like you had to wrestle the game a little to get them. Trashy, horny, clicky, coin-grindy arcade nonsense with anime uniforms flying off one strip at a time.

Man, this casting studio thing is way more addictive than I expected. You basically play this dude who's setting up his own adult film studio, and all these anime waifus show up wanting to be pornstars. Sounds ridiculous? Yeah, totally is. But somehow it works because the whole setup is so absurd it becomes fun.

The management part caught me off guard - you're not just clicking through sex scenes, you actually have to run this weird business. Pick your assistant first (I went with Valeria because... reasons), then these famous anime girls start showing up for "auditions." We got Mitsuri from Demon Slayer looking all innocent until she's not, Yor from Spy x Family being surprisingly kinky, and Hinata who's way more confident than in Naruto. The conversations before anything happens are actually pretty decent - not Shakespeare but better than most games where dialogue exists just to get to the fucking. Power from Chainsaw Man is absolutely unhinged in the best way possible, and Nami... well, she knows exactly what she wants and how to get it.

What's weird is how the whole casting couch scenario doesn't feel as sleazy as it should? Maybe because these are fictional characters who are actively choosing this career path, but the game treats it more like a business simulation with lots of sex. You can do anal, vaginal, watch them strip and tease, the usual stuff. Some girls are into BDSM, others prefer vanilla encounters. The ahegao faces are pretty well done too. Graphics are decent 3D, nothing groundbreaking but gets the job done. They're adding new waifus monthly which is cool I guess, though I'm still figuring out all the current ones. Erza's scenes are intense as hell btw - that woman does not mess around.

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.