Store smells like dust, old paper and something a bit… sticky. Behind the counter you’ve got Joe, “assistant manager” in title but really he’s the horny idiot left alone with shelves full of forbidden magic crap and a boss who absolutely knows better. The place isn’t dark and brooding, it’s closer to some weird mix of sex shop and potion IKEA, with jars of slime, bottled lust, hair tonics with labels written by a clown, and a register that Joe clearly hates more than death. You’re not the archmage, you’re the guy who cleans up, labels stuff wrong, and scams a free jerk-off break on the stockroom table when no one’s watching.

Then Biannca walks in. Brunette, hot enough that Joe’s brain instantly stops working, and she just wants something “simple” like changing her hair to blonde. Of course nothing stays simple. The fun in this game starts exactly when Joe ignores every rule written on the walls and starts mixing shit he shouldn’t touch, just to impress her and maybe see a bit more flesh than a normal customer service shift allows. One wrong drip of whatever that glowing goo is and suddenly the haircut visit turns into “oops, now her tits are bigger” or “wow, that’s not just hair color that changed”. You’re poking ingredients together, clicking around, tweaking amounts, then watching Biannca react while her body slowly betrays her. Her nipples swell under her bra, she tries to stay polite and fails, there’s that moment where she bites her lip and pretends she’s not soaking through her panties, and Joe pretends he’s not staring like a perv.

The tone is horny but kinda stupid in a fun way. Jokes land like weird shitposts, the magic system feels like a drunk parody of actual fantasy rules, and customization is less “build your waifu” and more “what if I make this potion slightly too strong and see what happens to her ass”. Some transformations stay small, like subtle curves and hair tweaks, and others turn into full-on magical fuckups with Biannca suddenly begging, moaning, losing balance as her body becomes way too sensitive to function. One time I tried to go for simple blonde and ended up with her redhead by accident, which shouldn’t make sense but magic here is a horny liar, so whatever. Half the joy is watching her try to keep conversation going while the potion kicks in, pretending to be classy while her thighs keep pressing together and Joe “accidentally” touches her a little longer than needed, acting like it’s all professional. There’s real porn payoff, not just teasing, but it somehow still keeps that goofy shop vibe, like everything’s happening during a slow shift that got way out of hand. I wish the register sound effect was different, it’s so stupidly loud and annoying, but alright, I’m still coming back to mess up another “simple” hairstyle.

In the dull glow of the office, desire simmers, ready to explode in this raw hentai adventure.
A fresh-faced, eager employee finds himself stuck on a project with plenty of free time, leaving his cock wandering while his mind drifts to his thick-titted manager.
Between spreadsheets, he’s busy masturbating, painting vivid mental pictures of sensual titfucks and pussy teasing with his sultry supervisor.
Suddenly, a harsh ring from the boss’s office pulls him out of his lustful haze.
They want to have a “critical conversation” - office code for do or die.
Three options pop up at the critical convo - choose carefully to keep your job and your chance at seduction.
Will he talk his way into a steamy office hookup or get kicked to the curb?
With sharp visuals and hilarious office banter, this game turns mundane meetings into sweaty escapades.
Forget the 9-to-5 grind; this is about blazing sexual fire under the guise of productivity.

I didn’t expect to laugh this much during what’s basically a porn game about rebuilding civilization with your dick, but here we are. “Dickcare” doesn’t even pretend to have subtlety, which somehow makes it better. It’s like the dev looked at every crossover hentai fantasy - Velma squinting behind foggy glasses, Raven pretending she’s not into it, Tatsumaki rolling her eyes while secretly moaning - and said, yeah, let’s just throw them all in one ruined world and call it salvation. The writing’s half self-aware and half deranged sincerity; the voice lines swing between awkwardly horny and genuinely funny. There’s one scene with Frankie in a busted gym locker room that made me pause, not because it was hot (though it is), but because she calls you “hero” in this weird soft tone right before things get messy. It stays in your head longer than expected.

What’s wild is how much *sound* adds to everything. You can tell someone cared about the way a zipper slides down or the slap echoing off concrete walls. The sandbox part? Looser than it sounds. You wander, talk, get distracted by some zombie side plot that doesn’t matter, and suddenly Velma’s stuck halfway through a ventilation shaft. It’s ridiculous, yeah, but also... kind of perfect. There’s no grind, no fake moral choice. Just dirty, absurd freedom. Though, I swear one moaning loop cuts off too early - it’s such a small glitch but now I obsess over it. Maybe that’s the point: perfection would ruin the charm.

It’s funny how a game full of cum jokes and cartoon parodies ends up feeling more alive than most serious stuff. Maybe because it doesn’t care if you take it seriously. One minute you’re saving humanity, next you’re wiping something off Raven’s cape while she pretends not to blush. If there were awards for “Most Unnecessarily Emotional Cum Scene,” this one wins without competition.

Fran is one of those protagonists who feels like the quiet kid you half-remember from your own class, the one who sits near the window and pretends the outside world is more interesting than whatever the teacher is writing on the board. Except in this case, the teacher is Ruby, and she’s absolutely not the kind of woman you ignore. Huge boobs barely fitting in a “professional” blouse, tight skirt that makes you think “there is no dress code here, right?”, and that fake strict look where you can see the smile hiding at the corner of her mouth. The whole thing plays like a slow burn that someone suddenly turned into a furnace with one stupid box of chocolates. Aphrodisiac chocolates, of course, because this story doesn’t even pretend to be innocent. You’re stuck in this classroom with her, the desks, the chalkboard, that fluorescent light hum that feels way too real if you ever sat through a boring lesson, except now the teacher is trying to hold herself together while her body basically screams to jump the student she’s supposed to be tutoring.

What I like here is how it doesn’t rush straight to “everything off, dick out, go”. You start with little stuff. Her leaning over just a bit too close, boobs pressing against your arm like it’s an accident. The way she keeps pulling at her blouse because it feels “hot” inside, and the more she does it, the more the top buttons lose the war. There’s a moment where she asks you to “help her focus” and puts your hand on her thigh under the desk, and she’s still trying to solve some textbook problem while your fingers are creeping up her stockings. That’s where the game shines: that awkward horny tension, where both know it’s wrong and both very clearly do not care. Then the aphrodisiac really hits and it just turns into this messy, needy teacher who starts groping you first, kissing like she’s been holding it back for months, lipstick smearing, her breathing getting all rough. Before you know it she’s pushing her big tits together around your cock, rubbing them up and down with this dazed, hungry look in her eyes, and the shy boy act from Fran cracks into straight-up lust. The first time you blow your load all over her face and glasses, she has that shocked “oh my god, my student just did that on me” expression mixed with a tiny proud smile, like she secretly wanted to wear your cum as makeup. I laughed a bit there, it feels filthy in a very specific school-memory way.

The art does most of the heavy lifting. Ruby’s a redhead with that slightly mature vibe, not some babyfaced anime blob, and seeing her go from “proper teacher” to drooling your cock in her mouth, swallowing and still begging for more, hits hard. The groping is very physical here: hands full of boob, fingers digging into her ass, her grabbing your dick through the pants first, tracing the shape, acting surprised at how “big” it feels for a student, even though yeah, of course it is, that’s how this genre works. There’s a nice little touch where she tries to keep it romantic, calling you cute, petting your hair, kissing your forehead before going back to licking the tip and teasing you until you can’t hold back and cum again. It’s sweet and trashy at the same time. I kind of wish the classroom had more little interactive stuff, like using the teacher’s chair differently or messing around with the windows, but it just stays in roughly the same spots. Also, there’s a tiny sound effect when the chalk hits the board at one point that annoyed the hell out of me and I don’t fully know why, it just felt too sharp compared to her soft moans and wet sucking noises. Anyway, the whole thing is basically: shy male student, horny teacher losing control thanks to some dumb chocolates, lots of oral, tits wrapped around your cock, and her face ending up sticky and satisfied while pretending nothing happened. It’s wrong in exactly the way it wants to be.