This thing feels like someone’s horny sketchbook got turned into a toy by accident, and I kinda love that it’s rough around the edges. You start as this smug master type who clearly thinks he’s some big duel champion of girls, except nothing is really shiny or epic. It’s more like: here’s your first slavegirl, she’s half-finished, her expressions are not fully consistent, and still you immediately start thinking, “ok, how do I break her in without totally wrecking her stats.” It has that early browser hentai vibe, like those old Flash slave sims people pretend they never played but we all did. You’re not just clicking through pictures; you’re juggling mood, obedience, sexual training, money flow, and random events that kick your plans in the balls when you least expect. One day you schedule a nice calm training routine, then some duel request pops up and suddenly you’re rushing to pump her skills so she doesn’t go out there acting like a useless pillow princess in front of the other masters.

The lewd stuff hits pretty quick, but it doesn’t feel like those factory-made VN scenes where you read walls of text before touching a boob. Here it goes more like: “ok, her submission is high enough, now let’s see how far we can push anal training without her totally hating you tomorrow.” The scenes are short, sharp, dirty. When you send her to do whorish jobs to earn money, you actually feel a bit guilty because her affection drops if you treat her like cheap meat too fast, but you still shove her into that job anyway because you want the cash for better toys. I like when a scene unlocks and the girl looks at you with that mix of fear and need, like she knows she’s just property but she also wants your approval so bad she’ll lick anything you tell her to. It’s messed up and sweet at the same time, in that hentai logic way. Sometimes the art is lovely cute and sometimes her body proportions wobble a bit, and honestly that inconsistency turns me on more because it feels like I’m peeking into the artist’s work-in-progress folder instead of some sterile final product. The UI is simple but I kept clicking the clock by accident and suddenly a whole day jumped and I lost a perfect training slot, and now I’m irrationally annoyed at that clock, but I still keep using it.

What really got me hooked was that little loop where you tune a girl like she’s a lewd instrument for those master duels. You grind her obedience, sharpen her sexual skills, then toss her into a match and hope she can outslut the other trainer’s pet. One duel I lost hard because I focused too much on making her a good obedient maid and almost ignored her actual erotic technique. Watching her stand there, blushing, not knowing how to move her hips while the opponent’s girl rode like a porn pro was hilariously humiliating. For her and for me. I went back and changed her schedule: morning oral, afternoon anal practice, evening “special service” with restraints, then a little cuddle session at night so she doesn’t mentally snap. She still complains sometimes, and that tiny pout before she kneels again is exactly the kind of kawaii corruption I collect in my head like trading cards. If you want to squeeze every spicy drop, treat the schedule like a puzzle: mix cruelty with care, push her into filthy training when you see a stat plateau, then pull back and spoil her a bit so she clings to you instead of running in her mind. Use the duels as your exam, use the bed as your classroom, and never trust that stupid clock to behave.

This thing feels like someone mashed together a late night hentai binge and the part of Pokémon GO where you keep wandering into weird places, but then just stopped caring about “family friendly” at all. It is Dawn out in the forest, way off the main route, grass up to her knees, still in her normal trainer clothes, backpack on, that same stubborn face, and then she loses a battle she should totally win. No prize money, no items, nothing left to trade except herself. The way they handle that moment is what made me kinda stop and stare at the screen. One second it is the usual trainer trash talk, next second she is backing up against a tree, fingers hooking under her panties, you actually see her hesitate, then she just drags them down and you know exactly where this is going and there is no “fade to black” safety net.

What surprised me is how much they lean into the whole “clothed sex” thing. She never strips fully, which is honestly more hot than full naked all the time. Her skirt bunched up around her hips, jacket still open, bra strap half showing, boots sunk a bit in the dirt. When the guy steps in behind her and just lines himself up, you still see her hat a bit crooked, she is clearly a trainer, not some random pornstar pasted in. The first push into her is rough and she grabs the tree bark with both hands, you see her knuckles go pale. There is this quick cut to her face, mouth open like she wants to complain, but the only sound is that small shaky moan. They keep showing the cum building up, every thrust making this wet noise that feels way too loud for a quiet forest. When he finally dumps a creampie inside her, they linger on it. You see the spurt, the twitch, him staying buried while she trembles and tries not to collapse, then when he pulls out, it drips down her inner thigh onto the grass. As a parent I’m sitting here thinking “ok this is absolutely not for kids who just know Dawn from the anime” but at the same time the way they animate the messy cumshot is so specific that you kinda forget you were going to be responsible.

I wish they did more with the whole “battle result” side of it. Like, imagine some little mini prompt where you could choose if she resists more or if she starts begging for it when she feels him sliding in deeper. Instead, it is pretty straight, she loses, she pays with pussy, end of talk. There is something funny about how calm everyone in the scene is about it. No shock, no “oh my god I am paying with my body”, just panties off, bend over, forest floor as her bed. It reminds me of when people in Discord servers joke about “trainer tax” in NSFW channels, like of course if you lose, you get filled up. I played this in Chrome with uBlock still on and it actually ran smooth, which is rare for these adult browser games that usually choke worse than the characters do. The lighting at dawn is pretty nice too, kind of orange at the edges, enough to see sweat on her back when he is pounding her. The camera sometimes swings too low and you get only his balls smacking against her for a bit, then jumps up to her half turned face while she bites her lip and you can almost hear the leaves rustle under her shoes. If you want to make it really spicy, watch it with sound up and no other tabs open, let the wet slaps and those short gasps be the only thing in your head and just follow every thrust until that last thick shot of cum starts leaking out of her used little trainer hole.

For twenty years, you’ve been the man behind golden medal-winning gymnasts as their trusted coach. With your relentless coaching, your athletes clinch golds and you stand proud in the top 10 best coaches nationwide. Your young and insanely sexy buddy Amanda, barely 21 but already packing a gorgeous body and massive tits, wants some intimate training sessions for her pals.

What begins as a simple training session slides into a playground for your darkest, wildest urges. Her age screams for dirty hookups, and you’re the one ready to deliver. Use the mouse to manipulate every element, turning this coaching session into a steamy exploration of desire and power.

Your choices shape the experience, whether it’s slow seduction or wild, unrestrained fucking. The gym becomes a hotbed for carnal pleasure, blending your coaching skills with relentless fucking and dirty games.

Prove your resourcefulness, creativity, and cocky charm as you dive into these naughty encounters. From schoolgirl innocence to full-blown nympho, it’s your hands, your moves, and your balls that decide the outcome.

Master the controls to orchestrate filthy scenes dripping with sweat and lust. Ready your hands and mind to explore all the dirtiest fantasies hidden behind the gymnastics curtain.

Ciri walking into your filthy half broken fortress, already annoyed and already hotter than your browser history, is honestly the perfect mood for this thing. You are not some noble mentor here, more like the horny landlord of Kaer Morhen trying to decide if you want a legendary monster hunter or a legendary cum dumpster, and the game just looks you in the eye and says: “make up your damn mind.” From the first training session it hits that weird mix of parody and actual Witcher nostalgia. One second you are telling her to focus on her stance and sword grip, next second you are noticing they put a lot of effort into her tits bouncing when she screws up the dodge. It’s that kind of energy. You click through what looks like a normal drill, she misses a move, you “punish” her, and the punishment is suddenly way less PG than you expected. In a good way. Or terrible way, depending how pure you lied to yourself you are.

What I liked is that it pretends to be about discipline and routine at the start. Basic fights, alchemy lessons, some spells. Ciri asking legit questions about potions and signs, trying to be serious, you answering like a half competent teacher who is also staring at her ass. Then the options creep in. Say the wrong “encouraging” line? Boom, now she thinks moaning gets her a reward. Make her drink a slightly “experimental” potion? There goes her self control, and suddenly practice swings become grinding on your leg while she tries to explain it is just to “feel the balance of the blade.” The game keeps tossing you choices that feel harmless at first and then five scenes later you realize you built a complete slut and it was absolutely your fault. Or you tried to be nice and strict and it still turned horny, because it is that kind of parody where the universe itself is perverted. Also, the little details are messed up in a fun way. The crack in the wall of her room that you barely notice then ends up in a scene. The empty training yard that somehow turns into the stage for a public “motivation” lesson. Even the money grind to fix bits of the fortress turns out to just unlock new ways to humiliate or empower her, depending which flavor of degenerate you picked that day. It really feels like a long, cursed Tinder date with destiny itself, where every “sure, why not” option bang you in the face three scenes later, and Ciri either stands on the ruins as a badass witcher or kneels in them with her mouth open, because of every tiny horny decision you pretended was “just to see what happens.”