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.

Mila and her guy look like that couple you see on Instagram, all fake smiles and “date night” posts, but when you actually get inside their story here you feel how dead the fire is. Sex life on life support, zero spark, just routine. And instead of fixing anything normal way, she basically opens the darkest tabs in her own brain and lets them run wild. It starts slow, like harmless flirting in her head, and pretty fast you realize “ok, this girl’s kink folder is mostly anal, control, and being treated like a pretty little toy.” Not gonna lie, the game is kinda honest about how ugly and hot that can be at the same time. One moment she’s shy and guilty, next moment she’s spread, gagged, and calling some stranger “sir” while her boyfriend is literally the least relevant person in the room.

What I like is that it really leans into those three paths instead of pretending everything is one-size-fits-all. NTR stuff here is not soft. There is humiliation, there is that sick twist in your stomach when she looks her man in the eyes after getting wrecked by someone else and you can tell she likes him helpless. One scene had her bent over a couch, ass up, while she’s on voice call with her boyfriend, acting all innocent, and the guy behind her is just ramming her ass and whispering in her ear to talk sweeter. That kind of scummy detail is what sold it for me. The “loyal” route is like a weird lab experiment. Same girl, same obsession with anal toys, but everything is “our dirty secret” with her boyfriend. She still pushes herself into extreme stuff, begging for bigger toys, double penetration, getting off on the pain and loss of control, but the emotional flavor changes. Less betrayal, more “I’m your filthy slut and only yours.” Still, sometimes it feels tamer emotionally, even when she’s got three things inside her and can barely speak. NTS, the “sharing” route, kinda sits between the two. She gets passed around, used by groups, gangbang scenes, collars, knees on the floor, ass used first like it’s standard policy, but she keeps looking back at her man like “see what you did to me.” Some people will call it wholesome. Those people are lying.

AI generated art gives everything this slightly unreal, hentai fever-dream look. Faces too pretty, asses too perfect, tears on cheeks while she’s clearly enjoying it way too much. Sometimes the characters change a bit between scenes and it’s a little janky, like a porn multiverse where everyone looks 5 percent different every time, but honestly it also makes the corruption feel weirder, like reality is bending with her kinks. There’s a ton of group scenes where she’s the center of attention and not in a gentle way. Picture her pinned down, a hand around her throat, another spreading her cheeks, one guy in her ass, another waiting, everybody talking about her like she’s a toy on sale, not a person. Or she’s ordered to lick herself clean after they ruin her, and you get that mix of shame and need on her face. Choices actually matter a bit more than I expected: small dialogue options turn a teasing moment into full-on domination, or keep her in that “I shouldn’t be doing this” zone instead of complete mindbreak. I do wish there was one route where she just takes charge and flips the script, but no, this game clearly decided her ass belongs to everyone except her, and honestly, for what it’s trying to be, that stubborn focus kind of works. Just don’t come here expecting romance. It’s about a bored girl finding out that getting used, especially from behind, is exactly what wakes her up, and then watching her run way past the line where she said she’d stop.

You wander through this dead, sunburned Egypt where the sand is full of bones and broken tech, and somehow your biggest problem keeps becoming “who am I fucking tonight and how hard.” The game throws you in as this desert scavenger who is supposed to be hunting relics and old-world junk, but every time you push deeper into the ruins you just keep stumbling into more messed up, horny situations. One second you are negotiating with some half-feral tribal girl who wants water, the next second she is on her knees between your legs in a crumbling temple, sand dust falling from the ceiling while she gags on your cock and tries to keep eye contact like it’s some kind of ritual. The story pretends to care about fate, old gods, this artifact that can twist the future and all that, but the real tension is always “do you ruin this person, or do you pretend to be her savior while still using her body.” It feels wrong and hot at the same time, like you are playing with a broken toy that still smiles at you.

What actually keeps it interesting is how many different flavors of messed up it has. You have girls who melt the second you humiliate them in front of others, being dragged by a collar through a ruined street while people stare. You have this strict, icy woman who acts like she owns you, spitting orders and making you lick her feet, only for you to later chain her up in some underground chamber and fuck her until she cries and drools milk all over herself. One girl is shy and flat, another stacked and leaking, and the game really doesn’t care if you want to turn the whole ruined pyramid complex into your personal harem, breeding them, sharing them with your allies, or letting them “serve” as slaves in some filthy market. Sometimes the sex is slow and almost tender, bodies pressed together on dusty sheets in a half-collapsed apartment, sometimes it jumps into full-on horror, with blood, screaming, and you still hard while something awful drips down her thighs. You get pissing scenes in dirty showers, public use in alleys, group scenes in torch-lit chambers where everybody is sweaty and no one really knows who is fucking who anymore. There are moments where you feel like a monster, forcing a girl to strip in front of her own family, or making a daughter watch what you do to her mother, and the game just lets that hang there, no hand holding, no “good boy” message, just your choices and the way these broken people cling to you anyway. Then five minutes later you are clicking through some dialog that feels like it came from a hentai shitpost and laughing because it is so blunt and stupid. It is rough, filthy, sometimes too much, sometimes not enough, but it sticks in your head like the taste of sweat and sand on someone’s skin.

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.