Lazuli is that kind of protagonist you usually see as a side joke in hentai: horny mad scientist, weird potions, zero moral brakes. Here she’s the center of everything, and the whole game just leans into that idea of “what if a futa alchemist decided the world is her test lab and every girl she likes is a guinea pig with tits.” The Cumcoction is her proud invention, but it behaves more like a jealous deity than a simple drug. One drop and a shy virgin trainer girl suddenly starts grinding on a table corner; a proud swordswoman wakes up from “just a drink” with hazy memories, cum leaking out of her ass, and a faint sense that she liked it way too much. The story keeps this strange mix of silly and fucked‑up: Lazuli talks about alchemy like a nerd who reads too many grimoires, but then she’s also the same maniac who will jerk off behind a curtain, whispering little comments while a corrupted Hinata worships her cock with both hands and mouth, drool everywhere, eyes shining with that brainwashed devotion hentai artists love so much. Scenes go from goofy experimentation to really mean stuff: blackmail with magically recorded voyeur footage, “accidental” sleep sex justified with bullshit pseudo‑science, and that slow corruption arc where proud heroines from worlds like Naruto, My Hero Academia, Dragon Ball, Fairy Tail, One Piece or Pokémon tumble down from “No, never” to “Fine, just my hand” to “Why does it feel empty when you pull out?” without even noticing how far they fell.

What makes it weirdly charming is how inconsistent Lazuli is as a character. One moment she’s doing an almost tender titfuck with someone like Nico Robin, clearly enjoying the shape of those big soft breasts, carefully smearing cum on them like she’s painting. Next moment she’s using transformation tricks so suddenly Serena or Nessa find themselves with a fat new cock between their legs, panic mixing with arousal while Lazuli explains in that smug voice how “temporary” it is, then pushes them into group sex anyway. The game uses that 2D and 3D mix in a dirty way: sometimes you get a short animated loop of a character like Erza or Android 18 taking anal, her ass bouncing and jiggling, and then it cuts back to static art for the aftermath, thick creampie dripping while Lazuli notes something in her research book. It feels like a porn lab notebook: handjob success rates, mind control side effects, level of groping tolerated before resistance drops. There are cute slices of perv life too, like Lazuli just watching Nami and Lillie masturbate separately under a subtle spell, legs shaking, completely unaware they’re being observed like experimental mice, or a harem scene where Kushina, Hinata and Sarada end up sharing the same futa cock, half from drugged lust, half from Lazuli’s shameless manipulation. The tone never fully decides if this is still “fun” corruption or already full damnation, and honestly that’s what keeps it interesting: you’re stuck in that sticky line where fantasy, mind control, blackmail, anal, vaginal, sleep sex, creampies, big tits, big asses, all blend together into one long, filthy project of turning every famous girl in anime into Lazuli’s personal property, catalogued, studied, and thoroughly fucked.

Joel and Abigail are that married couple you see on Instagram pretending to be wholesome, but you just know they have a folder on their phone you are not supposed to see. The game throws them into one crazy world after another because they touch this weird sci-fi toy they absolutely should not have poked, and suddenly they are blinking into alien skylines, magic forests, and places where the laws of physics are drunk and horny. It starts kinda cute, like, “oh no, where are we, babe?” and ten clicks later he is wondering if it still counts as cheating when your wife is sitting there watching you get your brains rearranged by some green-skinned space hunk with extra hands. Or tentacles. Or both. And she is not just watching, she is leaning in. Asking questions. Taking notes like she is on Pinterest planning a remodel of their sex life.

The fun is how the game treats them like regular people who just keep saying yes to worse and worse ideas. You pick a dialogue choice thinking: oh, I will be respectful, I will be loyal. Next scene, Abigail is on some floating platform in a neon city, flirting with this tall alien lady in a tight suit that looks painted on, and she glances back at Joel like, “you good if she joins us?” She’s pretending it is all about “exploring other cultures,” baby please. I screamed at my screen like I was watching some messy reality TV on Netflix. There is one scene where they end up in a fantasy tavern, classic adventurer vibe, wood everywhere, horny bard in the corner, and you can choose if you want to entertain this swinger couple who just immediately clock Joel and Abi as fresh meat. That moment when Abigail reaches for the other woman’s thigh under the table, while Joel is busy being seduced by some roguish elf man with a smirk like he already knows your porn search history, that felt way too real. In a trashy, delicious way. And the story pretends to be about “finding a way home,” but half the time you forget you even have a home because every new world has some new way to stretch what “together” means. Sometimes it is romantic, sometimes it is messy, sometimes it is just filthy, like “we will talk about this in therapy later” filthy. The art is not perfect, some faces go a bit weird in certain angles and one background looked like it escaped from an old Ren’Py starter pack, and that random little UI sound when you click the wrong spot annoyed the hell out of me and then I just got used to it, but in a way it makes the game feel more like this scrappy messy comic you read on your phone in bed instead of some polished studio thing. Anyway, by the time you get to the more intense sharing stuff, where they are not just accidentally ending up in group situations but actively choosing to, you realize the real sci-fi experiment is not the portal thing. It is their marriage, baby.