It’s strange how this DBZ parody feels both trashy and affectionate, kind of like when you find an old guilty‑pleasure track in your Spotify history and realize you still know every beat. The game throws Goten right into a web of temptation that probably shouldn't exist, but here it does, shimmering with that thin layer of nostalgia everyone secretly loves to roll around in. The art flirts between rough sketches and slick shading - like it can’t decide whether to be edgy or sentimental - and somehow that fits. Android 18 looks too good for words, moves even better, and then 21 shows up and basically warps every mood you had in the last minute. It’s fan service but with a heartbeat, or maybe with several, depending on whose scene you trigger.

I found myself weirdly caught by how the dialogue sounds half improvised, sometimes awkwardly human; sometimes like a dirty daydream that just spilled onto the screen. Bulma’s little gestures - like how her eyes flick away for a second before she says something you’re not ready for - hit more real than they should. The interactive bits don’t even bother hiding what they’re about, and it’s that transparency that makes them honestly hot. One time, the scene drifted into something so slow, so drawn out, I forgot to click until the moaning blended into background music from another tab. It fits though - this clumsy pacing, this idea that seduction in a parody title could have its own lazy rhythm. I could complain about the transitions lagging, but then again, that stutter kind of matched Goten’s fumbling, and now I can’t tell if it’s a glitch or a choice.

For anyone trying to rush it, you’ll ruin the best part: letting the conversations drag, catching the facial changes, not skipping with spacebar. Take it like a good track - feel every drop, every wrong beat, until you stop pretending it’s about nostalgia and admit it’s pure hunger worked into code. Don’t skip, just... let it breathe.

College looks normal on the surface: crappy dorm beds, group chats blowing up over nothing, professors who talk like podcasts on 0.75x speed. Under all that, this game quietly hands you a body that does not stay put. You start as this regular 18-year-old guy, horny and stressed and barely holding it together, and then your skin starts crawling in ways that aren’t just “I need to jerk off before lecture.” Limbs stretch when you panic, muscles twist into inhuman shapes, and your reflection occasionally smiles before you do. The story doesn’t treat it like some heroic anime glow-up either. It feels dirty, like your own body is hitting on you and you can’t tell it to stop. That’s the fun of it, though: you’re constantly one bad choice away from accidentally showing everyone that the cute freshman with the big cock can also casually grow tentacles out of his back.

What really hooks you is how the erotic stuff grows out of that corruption instead of being tacked on. One scene you’re trying to stay calm in a packed lecture hall while your power reacts to a random boner, and the next scene you’re in a bathroom stall, literally reshaping yourself just enough to jerk off without leaving obvious traces, only to lose control and end up painting the walls with thick, barely-human cum. And when the game starts playing with gender shift, it doesn’t pretend it’s some wholesome identity journey. You slide into a soft, curvy version of yourself with big tits and a fat ass because it feels good and because you realize how easy it is to make people stare. There’s a kind of wrong thrill in turning into a stacked girl to get closer to some dude who’d never look at you as a guy, then tempting him into a messy titjob or sloppy blowjob while your mind is still very much male, buried somewhere under the bouncing flesh and ruined mascara. The writing leans into that twisted mix of arousal and shame: you’re hard even when you don’t have a dick, dripping in all the wrong places, surrounded by people who think you’re just another thirsty coed while something inside you writhes like a monster in heat.

Then there are the actual monsters, the things that gave you this power in the first place. They don’t just show up for fights; they slither into the sex. Tentacles that push under your clothes when you’re trying to act normal on a date, thick coils sliding between your transformed thighs while you’re grinding on some unsuspecting classmate, that awful, amazing moment where you realize you can open yourself in ways no human body should and take every inch of it. Scenes stack up where you’re pinned to a dark alley wall, or bent over some forgotten rooftop edge, body shifting to accommodate impossible girth, every hole filled and overflowing until you’re basically covered in cum, breathing hard and half laughing because part of you likes being used like that. Sometimes you turn it around and use your powers to be the monster instead, growing extra hands for a rough handjob, reshaping your mouth for deeper oral, pushing into a wet, stretched pussy while your skin ripples and your partner doesn’t even notice at first. The horror part never totally leaves; even when you’re riding a dick or taking a monster cock, there’s this background hum that you’re one wrong pulse away from snapping into something no longer human. And yet you keep pushing, keep masturbating with a body that can grow new angles to touch, chasing stronger orgasms while you try to pretend you’re just a normal freshman and not a walking sex-horror glitch waiting to explode all over the world.

You start as the new star on campus, all eyes glued to you before you even make a shot. The gym smells like sweat and ambition, but that’s not what gets your pulse up. It’s the way she looks at you - your stepmother, or maybe just “mom” in name only - her curves wrapped tight in silk that doesn’t belong anywhere near family dinners. The game doesn’t waste time pretending it’s about basketball. It’s about temptation, power, and how quickly both can slip through your fingers when every woman around you wants to see how far you’ll go. One minute you’re practicing free throws, the next you’re pressed against the locker room wall, her breath hot on your neck while she whispers things that shouldn’t sound so good coming from her mouth.

The world here feels too real sometimes. Every touch has weight, every moan sounds like someone losing control for real. Even the smaller moments - like catching your roommate’s girlfriend watching you change, or the dean’s wife brushing her thigh against yours during a meeting - carry this slow, electric tension that builds until it breaks. And when it breaks, it’s messy. Hands gripping, tongues exploring, skin slick with sweat. You’ll find yourself caught between guilt and hunger more than once, especially when the story starts twisting into places you didn’t expect: voyeurism that turns mutual, cheating that doesn’t feel wrong anymore, and those scenes where everyone ends up tangled together, gasping, laughing, covered in each other.

It’s not shy about what it is. The animation lingers too long on trembling lips, on the soft give of flesh, on the little noises people make when they forget they’re being watched. Sometimes it’s tender, sometimes filthy, sometimes both in the same second. You’ll think you’re in control, choosing who to seduce, but the game keeps pulling you deeper, making you question whether you’re chasing love, lust, or just the thrill of being wanted by everyone at once.

Guy wakes up in the far future with half his life blown up, quite literally, and still somehow the biggest problem is his dick and his missing partner. Whole galaxy is floating around, planets abandoned, Earth is just some rumor people use in shitty bar stories, but you’re stuck in this shitty apartment ruin with smoke in your lungs and a very clear thought in your head: someone tried to kill you, and probably wanted to fuck up your weekend too. The first ten minutes feel like some drunk cop show in space: alarms, people yelling, some asshole pointing a gun at your face, and then bam, cut to you trying to calm down in a corridor that looks like a mix between a hospital and a sex club. The game hits hard with the mystery vibe at the start, then just goes, “ok, now let’s put your cock in this mess too.” And it works weirdly well. You follow this guy around space stations, shady districts, half-legal clubs where everyone looks like they’ve fucked or stabbed someone recently, sometimes both. One moment you’re doing actual investigation, checking who ordered your assassination, next moment you get a fully voiced scene where some alien-looking chick is groping you while you’re pretending to care about information.

Sex scenes come in like rewards and distractions. A girl you barely trust is on her knees, lips glossed with spit, and you can hear every squelch because the voice stuff is surprisingly on point. There is this one foot scene that way too long, in a good way. She presses her heel against your shaft, toes curling around the tip, slow at first while she teases you and talks shit, and the animation just keeps going. You think it will cut away, but it doesn’t, it goes from lazy teasing to full, sloppy jerking with her soles and you feel like a degenerate for watching the whole thing. And then later you get a handjob that is way shorter and you’re like, why the hell did the dev spend so much time on the toes and not on the grip. Actually I liked that handjob best, so I don’t even know what I’m complaining about. There are also some rougher bits, like when a scene goes from kissing to choking and the camera doesn’t flinch at all, you really see spit, tears, even little red marks where fingers press. Not extreme torture stuff, but definitely not “soft, slow love” bullshit. And suddenly, while your dick is still half hard, the game throws you back into plot: bodies in corridors, blood splattered on white metal, people whispering about what really happened to Earth like it’s some porn version of a conspiracy channel. You chase leads, flirt with suspects, sometimes end up with two girls at once who somehow both think it’s a great idea to share your lap and take turns riding you like it’s a stupid contest, all while they casually joke about murder and stolen data. The funny part is I kind of forgot the original goal in the middle. Was it finding your partner? Solving some giant cosmic secret? Or just trying not to cum too fast while some smug space criminal sits on your face and laughs in your ear. Honestly, the humor hits more than it misses, characters talk like horny assholes instead of poets, and even when the pacing is kinda all over the place, it still feels like this messy, horny adventure where you’re always one scene away from getting shot or getting your dick sucked. I still hate that one sound effect in a certain oral scene that repeats like a fucking metronome, but it’s not going to change and I’m strangely fine with that.