It’s weird how this one starts like it’s gonna be another cheap parody, then halfway through you realize the dev actually cared - like, way too much. You’re sitting there thinking “haha fnaf but horny,” and suddenly the lighting makes sense, the rhythm of the moans matches the flicker of the animatronic eyes, and the phone calls stop being jokes and start feeling... almost hypnotic. The main guy’s supposed to be clueless, no memory and all that, but the real joke is how *you* end up being the one nervously checking doors while trying not to lose focus during a titfuck minigame. I swear the tease system messes with your head more than any jumpscare does. It shouldn’t work, but it does, especially when the furry animatress (yeah, that one) leans in and mouths half a word before glitching out like she’s embarrassed for you.

The SFX are ridiculous - like somebody recorded them in a bathroom - but sometimes that rawness hits right. There’s this one loop where she pants into the mic a bit too close, and it cuts off at random intervals, which somehow makes it hotter. Maybe that’s just me. The vibrator mechanic feels unbalanced; half the time it triggers dialogue that makes no sense, but then again, maybe memories don’t have logic either. I kinda hate how the mobile UI eats half the screen when things get intense, but then I forget because something obscene is happening on the other half. The moaning AI or VA (I can’t tell anymore) deserves credit though - it carries scenes even when nothing happens visually. And then, out of nowhere, there’s this quiet moment where the music drops and the only sound left is the slow hum of a machine behind her. Nothing sexy about it, yet it pulls you back in.

People keep arguing whether it’s a sandbox or a fever dream, and honestly, both fit. My favorite part? When you try to look away and the game punishes you by freezing everything mid-thrust until you stare again. That’s twisted genius. Dare to play it alone, or invite company? Neither. Just let it mess with your brain until you forget what you were guarding against in the first place.

You wake up in the middle of a place that’s half memory, half wet dream - the Soul Society twisted into something far less noble. Everyone looks familiar but wrong, like they’ve been peeled out of their uniforms and dropped into your fantasies. Rukia gives you that icy glare that somehow makes you harder, Rangiku leans too close when she talks about “duty,” and Yoruichi moves like she knows every nerve in your body already belongs to her. The game doesn’t waste time pretending it’s about honor or leadership; it’s about power, and how easily it melts when someone whispers your name while stroking your cock under the desk. You’re supposed to be the new commander, but half the time you’re just trying not to lose control while captains argue over who gets to “train” you next.

What hits different here isn’t just the sex scenes (though yeah, they’re filthy as hell). It’s how the choices twist things - one moment you’re punishing a disobedient subordinate with ropes and toys, the next you’re the one begging for release while Unohana’s calm voice tells you to endure. The writing has this strange rhythm: part parody, part genuine lust, like the devs couldn’t decide if they were making fun of hentai tropes or worshipping them. And maybe that’s why it works. When Hinata shyly offers herself as a peace gesture between worlds, it’s absurd, but then she moans your name and suddenly you forget to laugh. There’s voyeurism, there’s domination, there’s that weird line between love and control that keeps getting blurred until you stop caring which side you’re on.

It’s messy, inconsistent, and sometimes the dialogue sounds like it was translated twice through Google, but somehow that fits. This world shouldn’t feel clean. It should feel sticky, desperate, alive. You’ll come for the fanservice, stay for the chaos, and probably end up questioning why watching Tsunade pin you down feels more spiritual than any boss fight ever did.

It’s weird how this game feels like two different fever dreams stitched together with duct tape and a dirty laugh track. One minute you’re dealing with a spoiled princess who thinks she’s too good for your commands, next you’re in a dusty classroom trying to make a witch blush while pretending you’re not the worst kind of pervert. The whole thing runs like someone dumped Aladdin and Harry Potter fanfics into a blender, hit “liquify,” then forgot to clean the blades. I mean that as a compliment. Mostly. There’s something strangely addictive about watching these characters slide from pride to obedience, like watching a tower of cards collapse in slow motion while you whisper filth into the wind.

And yeah, the art - old-school 2D, a bit grainy at the edges - somehow makes it hotter. You notice every smirk, every drop of sweat, every time the princess rolls her eyes before giving in. The witch, though… she’s the real trip. The game makes her crack little by little, until she’s doing things she’d hex you for even thinking about. There’s this one scene with a mirror spell - don’t even ask, it’s messy, beautiful, wrong, and perfect all at once. I wish the sound effects weren’t so cheap, though. Like, if I wanted to hear the same “slap” noise on loop, I’d just open TikTok. But then again, maybe that janky sound is part of the charm. Makes it feel dirtier, less polished, more like something you shouldn’t be caught playing but can’t stop anyway.

Also, whoever added the management bits deserves both a medal and a slap. You’re juggling gold, obedience, lust - whatever - and it feels like running a brothel disguised as a school. Which… is exactly what it is, I guess? The tentacle stuff sneaks up on you too, not even kidding. One second you’re giving a lecture, next thing you know, it’s hentai biology class. Half the time I’m disgusted, half the time I’m grinning like an idiot. That’s the magic here: it’s trashy, shameless, and somehow still clever enough to make you question who’s really being trained. Spoiler - it’s probably you.

You start as this smug bastard who already turned Tsunade into his personal toy some years ago, and the game just treats that like normal Tuesday. No big drama, just “yeah, she’s mine now, what’s next.” That already tells you the tone. You’re not here to be a hero. You’re basically weaponizing mind control to build your own village with a harem of kunoichi from everywhere, and the story is very honest about it. The vibe is closer to some fucked-up fan doujin than a “proper” visual novel, which I liked way more than I should. It looks simple at first, just text and 2D scenes, but the scenes are animated enough that when Hinata drops to her knees and you order her to “prove loyalty with her mouth,” it actually hits. There’s this one early scene where you test your improved technique on Kurenai, and you see that moment her eyes glaze over, her whole serious-jonin act just melts, and you can push her from “I’ll never obey you” to “should I use my tits or my tongue first, Master?” with like two choices. It’s wrong, it’s hot, and then it’s somehow even more wrong.

The funny thing is, the corruption is not even subtle. You charm, you push, then you flip the mental switch and suddenly someone like Temari, who normally would snap your neck, is awkwardly trying to give you a footjob because you told her this is “Sand Village protocol.” She complains, you tease, a bit of groping, and then the animation kicks in and she’s rubbing your dick with her toes while her face is this perfect mix of pissed and turned on. I kinda loved that. And then I hated how sometimes the pacing just dies between scenes for no reason. You get a brutal gangbang-style group sex setup with Mei and Samui on their knees, Tsunade in the back stroking you with her tits, creampie after creampie, and then the next bit of story is just walls of text about politics, like I didn’t just watch the Mizukage drooling on a cock that is technically controlling her brain. The game likes to drop you from intense anal with Ino straight into talky exposition about “support from other villages” and I kept wanting to yell at my phone. Yes, I’m on a bus, yes, I’m reading about Sakura getting her virginity stolen in a storage room behind Ichiraku, I have no shame, but at least keep the horny flow going, you know?

What I keep coming back to is how it handles power. It’s not romantic at all. You’re the guy who already broke Tsunade and now treats her like living proof that your technique works. At one point you use her as a demonstration, ordering her to lick Ayame clean after you finish inside her, like you’re showing off a trained pet. It’s fucked, but the game doesn’t pretend otherwise. The male domination is heavy, there’s BDSM flavor, and the harem thing isn’t some fluffy family vibe, it’s more like “these girls belong to my new village, and by village I mean my dick.” One moment you’re forcing Karin to ride you until she passes out, the next you’re making Hinata and Tenten play with toys on each other while you sit back and decide who gets your cum. Lesbian scenes feel like you’re watching puppets you pulled strings on, especially with the mind control touches, and I mean that as praise and also as a bit of a “Jesus Christ, dude.” There’s a corruption route where a girl who starts shy and stubborn ends up begging for anal, asking you to mark her womb, and you realize the game quietly shifted from teasing handjobs to full-on harem breeding fantasy. It pretends to be “just” a parody, but after a while, you’re in too deep to call it that with a straight face.