This one feels like watching some horny fan rewrite a “wholesome college romance” show into a breeding marathon, then forgetting to edit half of it, in a good and ugly way at same time. The whole thing circles around Rebecca, this slightly bitchy brunette cheerleader who thinks she’s just doing a porn shoot for her OnlyFans or some fake PornHub “audition,” and the MC who is so obsessed with becoming a dad that it stops being cute pretty fast and turns into “ok dude, chill, we got it, you wanna dump a baby in her.” He talks about his cum like a gardener talking about tomato seeds, and I actually laughed because it sounds like bad fanfic where the writer gets way too proud of their own metaphor. But then you get a scene where you’re lining up the shot inside her, watching her stomach tense and her mascara smear, and the stupid tomato seed line suddenly hits kinda hard because the gameplay literally makes you care if it “sticks” or not. Fanfic brain meets pregnancy fetish, zero shame.

Gameplay is simple, but not dead-boring. You bounce between quick shooting sections and these dialog choices that feel like those old flash VN knockoffs, except here your “aim” isn’t just with the gun. There’s a cheap arcade vibe to the gun parts, where you clear a tiny stage, earn enough points, and that decides how rough or soft the porn scene will play out. It’s goofy, but I had this one run where I barely sc*** by, missed half my shots, and ended up in a scene where Rebecca is annoyed, chewing gum, rolling her eyes while you still push for a creampie. It felt like bad behind-the-scenes footage from xHamster where the actress is tired but the producer is like “one more take.” That small mood change hit way harder than it had any right to. I kinda wish there was more of that, more emotional flip depending on how you “perform,” but the game keeps snapping back to “I will fill you and you will be my perfect pregnant whore” like it’s scared to be too interesting. TikTok attention span design, I guess.

What surprised me is the customization. Not deep like Skyrim mod loadout, but enough to scratch that fanfic “my canon, my rules” itch. You slide her body type, tweak hair, tan, a bit of face, even small stuff like nail color, then drop her back into this same porn studio script. It feels like you’re writing different AUs of the same smutty chapter, just with a different Rebecca every time. One run she’s a petite shy cheerleader, next run she looks like a thick MILF who somehow is still in college, and nobody in the story reacts, like the universe just shrugs and lets you have your kink. The pregnancy angle is not subtle at all: you literally stare at fertility stats, time your “shots,” watch the UI hint that her womb is finally “ready,” then there’s a whole little victory beat when the game decides yes, the seed took. It’s kind of gross. And hot. And then kind of gross again when the dialog tries to get romantic but still calls her a cum dumpster in the same line. Also, tiny thing, the text sometimes skips too fast if you tap by habit on mobile Chrome, which annoyed the hell out of me, because I missed a really filthy line about how her cheer outfit doesn’t fit anymore and couldn’t replay it without grinding that dumb shooting stage again. I’m still mad about that and I won’t elaborate.

Lala is basically that chaotic anime girl who got handed a gun, some magic coins and zero self-control. The whole thing feels like somebody smashed an arcade cabinet together with a horny artbook and said “yeah, ship it.” You’re not walking around, you’re not doing some deep RPG story, you just sit there with your mouse and blast stuff that flies in like it escaped from some cheap mobile game, and somehow that’s kinda fun and kinda stupid at the same time. Every enemy you nail spits coins, every coin is one step closer to stronger shots and, let’s be honest, peeling clothes off the girls piece by piece until the game just drops the pretense and throws you into softcore territory. The uniform theme is everywhere: school blazers, too-tight office shirts, skirts that were never regulation in any school on earth, stockings that are literally working harder than the game engine. You start shooting enemies and then suddenly you’re staring at torn blouses, slipping bras, panties hanging on for dear life and Lala just stands there like, “yeah, this is normal.” It’s horny, but not in a deep way. More like that horny Friday night where your brain is fried and your standards are on vacation.

What really got me is how junky it feels but somehow in a good way. Mouse aiming is twitchy as hell, like the sensitivity forgot what number it should be, yet once you get into the rhythm you’re just zoning out, clicking everything that moves and waiting for that little tease of a new CG in the gallery. Enemies come from random sides, sometimes too fast, sometimes too slow, like they didn’t bother tuning the waves. But when you finally unlock a full nude CG after grinding coins on those same stupid waves, your brain goes “okay, worth it” even while you’re cursing the hitboxes that don’t line up half the time. And that gallery, man. It’s just rows of girls in different stages of stripped uniforms, like a detective wall of horny evidence. You get the basic scene, then you unlock the bra on the floor, then the panties gone, then suddenly she’s naked except for thigh-highs, and you’re clicking through like “next, next, next” while pretending you care about the coins per shot ratio you just upgraded. I hate how shallow it is. I also spent way too long trying to get that one pose where her tie is still on but everything else is off, because I’m apparently a very specific kind of degenerate.

Shoutout to the way Lala herself looks like she should be the final boss and instead she’s just there, smiling and spraying bullets while everything around her turns into this lewd strip-fest. No story, no buildup, nothing. Just: shoot, get coins, strip heroines, open gallery, repeat until your mouse hand is tired for the wrong reason. The uniforms are doing 90% of the work. There’s something filthy about blasting a wave and seeing a serious-looking office girl end up with her shirt open, bra pushed up, nipples out, gunfire still going in the background like this is normal workplace behavior. And the worst part is that the more power ups you buy, the less you pay attention to the actual gameplay. You’re just farming, zoning out, counting how many more runs until the next naked pose unlocks. It feels like one of those sketchy Flash games that never grew up, and that’s exactly the charm. Everything’s a bit off, nothing’s fully polished, the erotic scenes hit harder because they feel like you had to wrestle the game a little to get them. Trashy, horny, clicky, coin-grindy arcade nonsense with anime uniforms flying off one strip at a time.

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