You show up at this weirdly quiet place called Camp Pinewood, expecting some normal summer job, maybe a few brats and some boring chores, and instead you walk into this fever dream where every girl from your old cartoons apparently decided to grow curves, lose shame, and hang around half-dressed. No dudes anywhere. Just you, one confused but very horny guy, surrounded by faces you recognize from way too many childhood afternoons, now asking for “help” with things that have nothing to do with camp activities. It feels wrong for like five seconds, then someone bends over a little too far and your brain just shuts up. One minute you’re talking to Gwen who’s pretending she’s here for “training,” the next her top just happens to slip when you raise her affection and suddenly you’re in this loop of checking every corner of the camp like some degenerate detective. Is there a mystery? Kind of. You’re supposed to investigate what’s going on, but half of that “investigation” is walking into a cabin and catching someone like Velma “studying” on the bed with her tits about to fall out of her shirt, or Stephanie bouncing around with that fake-innocent Lazy Town vibe, short skirt riding up way too high. The game knows exactly what it’s doing when it leaves a door half open so you can spy on Daphne stripping down in front of the mirror, like it’s totally normal camp behavior.

What I like is how the horny stuff doesn’t drop on you all at once. It starts pretty tame, just teasing and flirting, then suddenly you’re juggling dates with Clover from Totally Spies, Gwen, Raven, and maybe Francine hanging around acting like some hot stepmom who wants to “talk” about your progress. Some scenes are just silly, like Lola Bunny deciding she needs “private coaching” and ending up on her knees with your cock between those big cartoon lips, while you’re thinking, yeah, Space Jam hit different. Then other moments go way harder than you expect. One second it’s a blowjob under the trees, next moment you’ve got Starfire all eager-to-please, asking what else humans like, and you’re pushing into her tight ass while she moans something about “learning Earth customs.” There’s proper variety too: titfucks with huge-soft-ridiculous racks, handjobs that turn into messy oral, classic pussy pounding with big asses grinding on you, and those scenes where the girl pretends she “didn’t know” you were watching her play with herself and then just keeps going, because voyeurism is basically the camp’s unofficial sport. Some routes lean more into male domination, with you pressing a girl against the wall, pulling her hair, making her strip piece by piece, others feel more like romance gone very, very off the rails, like slow-burn moments with someone like Wendy, where you kiss first and end up fucking her senseless on a cabin bed while the campfire crackles outside. It’s trashy and nostalgic and wrong and hot at the same time, like scrolling through your old Saturday-morning lineup and realizing every single one of them is now trying to climb onto your lap.

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.

You start as this washed-up brothel manager who clearly peaked seasons ago and is now crawling back into the game, and the whole thing feels like someone mashed a dating sim with a messy management spreadsheet and a horny Game of Thrones fanfic. You click around the city map, hunt for scenes, drag stats up and down, try not to bankrupt yourself while you “train” noble ladies who probably should be ruling kingdoms instead of riding your dick on a dusty sofa. The tone jumps all over the place: one moment you’re giving serious political advice to a queen, next moment you’re timing a handjob scene with a silly little arousal bar like it’s a rhythm game for degenerates. I kinda loved it. I kinda hated it. Then I clicked “next day” again.

The main thing that works is how each girl has her own ladder of corruption, and yeah, it’s absolutely a ladder, with small kinks at the start and full-on harem chaos at the top. With Daenerys, for example, the first time she lets you touch her it’s this stiff, awkward groping in a dim room, she’s acting all high and mighty, and you only got that far because you pushed her influence stat higher than her pride. Ten in-game days later you’re managing her schedule so she can fit in a public blowjob “for morale” after a council meeting, while you’re calculating income from nobles who pay extra to watch. I was literally alt-tabbing to Google Sheets to track which route opened which voyeur scene, because the game just shrugs and says “figure it out, perv.” It pretends to be point & click, but secretly it’s an achievement hunt with boobs.

What cracked me up is how serious it pretends to be about politics. You’re arranging alliances, pushing these women toward crowns and castles, but the reward for a smart decision is usually some filthy humiliation scene in a side room. There’s this bit with Cersei where you think you’re just negotiating terms, then one wrong dialogue choice and she’s on her knees, covered by half the guard in a bukkake mess, glaring at you like it’s your fault she’s enjoying it. And yeah, it is. Or the first lesbian scene between Margaery and Sansa where it starts like soft teasing, slow kissing, just a little voyeur angle from the keyhole, and then suddenly Margaery is stuffing a toy between Sansa’s thighs while you’re outside the door deciding if you want to interrupt them for “business reasons.” I picked “wait” just to see if there was a second stage. There was. Twice. Honestly I got more invested in ticking off their creampie variations than in the actual power endings, then later I complained to myself the game had too many endings.

It’s rough in places though. Sometimes you grind influence or gold for several cycles, get hyped, trigger a new scene with Melisandre, and it’s literally just her talking in circles about fire while she lazily jerks you off. Then the next event is her using you like a toy, tying you up, dripping wax and chanting while three other girls watch and take turns sitting on your face. No warning, no ramp-up, just “ok, we’re doing cult-level bdsm now.” I liked that whiplash. I didn’t. The UI is a bit of a cluttered mess, too, tiny clickable hotspots on the map and in rooms, so half of my achievements unlocked by accident because I misclicked a door and walked in on Missandei and Ygritte grinding on each other, both trying to pretend it’s “training for future husbands.” That was a good misclick though. On the other hand I kept obsessing over one tiny thing: tooltips sometimes tell you “raising obedience unlocks new actions” and then you raise it and nothing obvious happens, but ten in-game days later, boom, group sex event in a bathhouse with three Stark women like it’s the most normal staff meeting of the week. The pacing is trash and perfect at the same time, like those memes where your save file name is “just one more scene.” I kinda wish there was a proper gallery, I kinda don’t, because hunting the scenes down with bad notes in my phone made it feel more dirty. Anyway, the whole thing is basically a big corruption puzzle where the reward is seeing queens, warriors and “proper” ladies on their knees, spread, collared, sometimes with ahegao faces that look too silly and still somehow hit just right.

You wake up, horny, confused and a little annoyed, and the game just shrugs and drops a catgirl in your lap like that’s a normal Tuesday. She’s not the cutesy “nya~ master” type either, at least not at first. There is this weird mix of needy kitten and bratty roommate who looks through your browser history and then pretends she didn’t. One moment she’s pressing those ridiculous tits against your arm while her tail flicks, next moment she’s acting offended you looked. Classic. The robot friend beside her is even stranger. Not some cold metal toy, more like a pervy Alexa with a body and no shame, scanning everyone, throwing humiliating comments about body temperature, arousal levels, “fertility status” in your face. It feels like a therapist that skipped ethics class and went straight to “how can I make you blush harder” mode.

Where it gets fun, or fucked up, or both, is how the game handles control. You’ve got the usual dating sim stuff, choices, gifts, events, blah, but then it slides quietly into serious kink territory. Orgasm denial isn’t just a line in the menu, it becomes part of the daily routine. A handjob that stops right when she starts to squirt. A blowjob where the robot keeps count of thrusts and locks the toy on your cock if you cum too fast. You get a catgirl on her knees, drooling on your shaft, and at the same time a cold voice in your ear rating your self control like it’s grading homework. It should be stupid. It kind of is. I liked it anyway. Then there is the childhood friend, the wrestler girl with short hair and tan lines that tell you exactly what kind of bikini she wears and how long she stayed in the sun. She suplexes you on the mattress, sits on your face, calls it “training”, and the game treats her virginity like a big boss fight. When you finally break her hymen you feel half proud, half guilty, and the stupid part is that the game never actually asks you to feel anything at all. It just lets the blood, the creampie, the shaking legs speak.

Fantasy and sci fi keep mixing like someone spilled two different games together and never cleaned the floor. One route has you dealing with elves and a monster girl that squirts milk when you grope her too hard, another throws in cybernetic restraints and a “safety protocol” that clearly is not safe. Pregnancy stuff is everywhere, but not shoved in your face, more like a quiet threat. You watch bellies swell after one too many creampies, lactation dripping through cosplay outfits, the robot calmly explaining hormone changes while you’re busy pounding an ahegao-faced catgirl in anal. There is this voyeurism system where you can spy on girls masturbating, or on two of them going full lesbian, one more dominant, slapping ass and making the other lick her own juices off a toy. Then the same girl later kneels for you, calls you master, and it actually feels a bit too easy. That annoyed me, not enough struggle, not enough real humiliation, but I kept playing anyway. The sandbox part sometimes feels like a mess, wandering around just to trigger a titfuck scene in the shower or a quick spanking in the locker room, and I kind of hate that I had to open Notes on my phone to remember where the best scenes were. But then the game throws a horror-style event at you, lights flicker, some superpower shit activates, your slave girl starts floating and moaning like possessed, and you still end up with her pinned under you, begging for more vaginal and anal at the same time like that’s totally normal reaction to paranormal activity. It’s trashy, it’s inconsistent, it pretends to care about consent while letting you push way too far in group sex scenes, and I still found myself tabbing away from Telegram so I could focus when the robot whispered “orgasm denied” and the catgirl looked like she might cry if I didn’t let her cum. I wanted more actual fear in the horror, more sting in the BDSM, less harem softness, but I know I’d complain even if it had all that.