You fall asleep after a dumb anime binge and suddenly you’re not in your crappy room scrolling Twitter anymore, you’re standing in some wild, color-soaked version of the Dragon Ball world, staring straight at Videl who looks way too good for someone you just “met.” She gives you that suspicious glare, but she still helps you out, which is hilarious, because five minutes later you’re checking out her ass while she pretends not to notice. The game plays it like a dating sim but lazier in a fun way. You wander around this sandbox map, bump into familiar faces in bikinis that never existed in canon, and the story just shrugs and goes “yeah, he’s from another world, whatever, now go flirt.” There’s a weird charm to how it doesn’t care. One moment you’re talking about Ki and training, next moment you’re getting your dick sucked behind some random building because you picked the “annoying but bold” dialogue option.

Videl is your first “anchor,” but she’s not the only one waiting to ruin your sleep schedule. Chi-Chi shows up with that permanent “I’m tired of Goku’s bullshit” energy, except this time she actually notices you. It’s messed up how satisfying it is to slowly push her from strict mom mode into needy, half-naked mess in the kitchen, while she pretends she’s only interested in your “training.” You’re doing push-ups and her tits are just... there. The game loves to make you grind little scenes with teasing before it lets anything serious happen. Bikini scenes at the beach where you’re obviously staring at her chest, “accidental” gropes when you’re helping with groceries, her trying to scold you while you can see she’s wet. When she finally drops to her knees, it feels earned and also completely stupid because you know you just clicked through a dozen goofy dialogue boxes to get there. Oral sex scenes are animated just enough to make your brain shut up and let the caveman part take over. Vaginal scenes too, with those slow, repeatable loops you end up watching way longer than you admit.

Then there’s the fanservice parade. Bulma playing horny scientist again, but this time you’re the experiment. Android 18 pretending she doesn’t care, then blushing when you push the right option, like a tsundere with super strength who also happens to have ridiculous tits. Pan shows up older, obviously, with that smug “I’m stronger than you” attitude that turns into you pinning her to a wall because she wanted to “test your stamina.” Erasa appears for like five minutes and it’s just enough to remember why every high school perv loved her. Bulla rocks a bikini that should be illegal and the game just rolls with it. You wander around, trigger small events, build “affection,” peek at them changing, grab a kiss here, a blowjob there, and then suddenly you’re balls-deep in a girl who could casually vaporize a city. It never fully pretends to be serious romance, but it throws in just enough sweet moments, like sharing food with Elizabeth from that other anime world cameo, or teasing Android 21 about her cooking while she leans over the counter, ass in your face, to keep you hooked. The whole thing feels like some horny fever dream where a bored mobile dev mashed Dragon Ball, Seven Deadly Sins, and random waifu culture together, forgot half the rules, and accidentally made something you keep coming back to “for just one more scene.”

Ace is that kind of guy you meet at a shitty afterparty and immediately know he only remembers names long enough to moan them. He works in porn, he treats sex like people treat swiping on Tinder, and his biggest life philosophy is basically “whose mouth, whose hole, what time.” Zero shame, zero depth, and somehow it fits him. The whole story kicks off when his genius boss decides Halloween is the perfect time to drag a porn crew into a creaky mansion in the middle of nowhere and shoot something “themed.” Of course Ace signs up. Of course. Hot girls, a big house full of places to sneak around, and a paycheck. On the surface it sounds like one more shoot for him, except this place has a history that doesn’t stay politely in the past and the girls are not just disposable fuckdolls. At least, not all of them. You’re moving around this mansion, checking rooms, spying on girls when they think nobody is watching, catching them in half-costumes and half-truths. The game really leans into that quiet moment when you’re hidden in a dark corner and she thinks she’s alone in her bedroom, fingers slowly sliding under panties, or kneeling in front of some “practice” prop, mouth opening like she’s rehearsing. The animation makes it feel like you’re stuck watching your own dirty imagination move in slow circles. I opened it thinking “ok, quick jerk,” and then I’m sitting there planning which corridor to stalk next.

I like how it pretends to be a harmless porn shoot and then keeps dropping these little choices that feel like they don’t matter at first, until suddenly they do. You flirt with one girl by the staircase instead of going to the kitchen, and later she’ll be the one tugging your belt open behind a dusty curtain, lips doing all the talking while she glares up like she owns you. Or you ignore her and maybe she’s the one screaming somewhere deeper in the house while you’re busy getting your dick sucked by someone else in an attic room. The game doesn’t scream at you that it’s a sandbox, it just sort of lets you wander, get lost, peek, jerk off in places you really shouldn’t, and stumble into scenes that feel like you crashed someone’s private porno. The dating angle is messy in a good way: you’re not this romantic hero, you’re Ace, you fuck around, say stupid things, pick the “wrong” girl, then later she’s the only one who still trusts you enough to drag you into a bathroom, lock the door with a shaky hand and drop to her knees like “we don’t have much time” while you’re half thinking about ghosts and half about keeping quiet so nobody hears her gagging on your cock. The voyeur parts are where it gets strangely intimate: watching two girls argue in the hallway, then one storms off and the other stays behind, leaning on the railing, breathing hard, sliding one hand up under her skirt, angry and horny and not knowing Ace is right behind a cracked door, stroking himself in sync. The phone format actually fits the whole thing, by the way; it feels dirty to be playing it on the same screen where you check work email and grocery lists. You go from solving some small puzzle with a creaky lock to getting your face sat on by a girl still in half her Halloween makeup, smearing lipstick on your skin while she grinds on your tongue like she’s auditioning for her own scene. It’s rough around the edges in that “made by horny humans with too much coffee and not enough QA” way, but honestly that kind of matches Ace himself, all impulse and no filter. There’s this one moment where you’re supposed to be doing something serious, digging into the mansion’s story, and instead you end up watching grainy footage on an old screen of a previous shoot that never finished, zooming in on a girl on her knees, drool webbing from her lips while she takes a thick cock deep, and you’re just there, thumb on your phone, stroking to a fictional guy who is technically your colleague. It’s grimy and hot and a little wrong, which is exactly why I kept going back into that damn mansion instead of answering my actual messages.

Office job, boring life, same cheap instant coffee every morning, and then suddenly your dick is gone and your ass looks like something from those Twitter thirst posts. That is the vibe here. One day you are this invisible drone in a suit, the kind of guy no one remembers in the elevator, next day you wake up with tits that do not fit your old shirt and the whole city looking at you like fresh meat on sale. It is not some noble magical destiny thing either. It feels dirty and mean in a good way. People around you start pushing, touching, “helping” you adjust to your new body. Some are sweet, some are creepy as hell, half of them want to get inside your pants, the other half want to own you. And you can lean into it. Or pretend you are not into it while your clothes keep getting shorter.

The nice thing is that nothing is clean cut. You can be that shy mess who blushes when a girl kisses your neck in the bathroom stall or let yourself get dragged into a backroom and end the night with smeared lipstick and sore knees. There is this one early scene that sold me: you are in a crowded bar, still not used to walking in heels, trying to keep your new boobs from jumping out of the dress someone “helped” you choose. Some office colleague who barely talked to you before corners you at the bar, offers a drink, hand on your hip, fingers slowly sliding lower. You can shove him off, play along to get something out of him, or just let him use your mouth right there while people pretend not to look. And it is not just straight trashy stuff either. The girls in this game are dangerous. One of the women at work, proper milf with that strict boss energy, takes you “for coffee” and suddenly you are on your knees between her thighs in a locked conference room, her nails in your hair, telling you this is the only way to keep your new position. Felt like someone recorded a Pornhub Premium audition and turned it into a choice. I was lowkey impressed and also annoyed because the text box covers part of her face and it drives me crazy every single time.

It pretends to be a romantic thing sometimes, with all these dating bits and little stats going up, but under the sugar it is pure corruption. The game loves putting you in situations where you say “just this once” and five minutes later you are the office slut everyone gropes when the lift door closes. One path had me playing nice with this nerdy girl who seems harmless, then she shows up in full cosplay at a convention, ropes you into a couple costume, and suddenly she is sliding her hand under your skirt in a crowded hallway, whispering how no one will notice if you stay quiet. Another time I went the total bimbo route, jacking up every sexy option, getting pumped full of “vitamins,” brain getting softer, outfits getting tighter, ending up on my back with a small crowd taking turns while someone records it on their phone. It is filthy, it is messy, text sometimes stumbles like my own ESL brain, and the AI-style art can look a bit cursed on hands if you stare too long, but somehow that fits the whole “your life is spiraling out of control” feeling. I kept telling myself I would play the classy path, no weird power games, no blackmail, and ten clicks later I am signing a shady contract while a guy has his fingers inside me under the desk and my so-called “friend” is snapping pics in the corner like it is no big deal. Anyway, I’m absolutely not addicted, I can quit after just one more scene.

Angel’s Love feels like somebody mashed together a horny revenge fantasy with one of those “follow your destiny” romance dramas, then spilled lust all over it and forgot to clean up. You’re stuck inside this girl Angel, sweet and almost annoyingly principled, who just got dumped by the guy she honestly thought was her forever. He doesn’t just leave, he basically throws her heart in the trash while she’s at her lowest, and that pain hangs over everything. Then Nyx shows up inside her, this succubus who talks like sin itself had a wet mouth and a bad attitude. Two souls in one body, and both of them are dragging you through this messy little fantasy world that feels half healing, half porn, and kind of like fate trolling you on purpose. One second you’re trying to be a good girl, the next you’re letting a monster girl press you up against a stone wall, licking your neck while Nyx is whispering in your head “let her, she’s cute”. I was on Telegram voice chat with a friend while playing and literally stopped mid sentence because the protagonist started rubbing herself in a public bath scene, trying to “calm down”. That masturbation scene goes from sad to filthy so fast it almost feels illegal.

The game lets you wander around, poke at stuff, pick little scenes, like a horny sandbox where every wrong corner has some new way to corrupt poor Angel a bit more. You can go from heartfelt talks with a mommy type character, who cups Angel’s face like she wants to comfort her, to suddenly having that same woman on her knees, sucking her clit so gently it almost feels like worship. Then Nyx decides that is not enough and pushes Angel mentally until she starts grinding on that woman’s tongue, moaning like she forgot her own name. The sex is not shy either: big tits pressed together, huge asses bouncing in your face, sloppy oral where you hear every wet sound, handjobs that end with cum streaks across soft stomach, futa scenes where Angel stares at a thick, throbbing cock growing out of her own body and freaks out for like two seconds, then starts pumping it because Nyx convinces her “this is power, baby, use it”. There’s a lesbian alleyway hook-up where a monster girl with horns pins Angel to a wall and fucks her slowly with her fingers, while Nyx suggests pushing deeper, rougher, until Angel squirts down her own thighs. The whole thing feels like the universe decided this girl will find love again, but first she has to fuck through every bad choice, every kink, every revenge-fueled orgasm possible, and honestly, it’s trashy, emotional, a little broken, and it hits way too close if you ever believed some asshole was your one and only.