This one feels exactly like walking into one of those tiny phone shops that somehow always smell like plastic and cheap perfume, except you’re the sleazy clerk and the only thing on the shelf you actually care about is the girl in front of you. No big city skyline, no epic story, it’s literally you, her, and a stupid little upgrade request that slowly turns into “how far is she willing to go for a discount.” Which sounds simple, but it hits a very specific fantasy: you’re not some rich boss or rockstar, just a guy behind the counter with way too much power over one horny negotiation.

She’s this slim, slightly shy Japanese brunette, the kind you’d see scrolling Instagram in the train, pretending she’s not checking herself in the camera every two seconds. That same vibe is here: on the surface she came to change her phone model, normal errand, nothing wild. Then you start talking to her, poking at her, nudging her with those suggestive lines, watching her reaction. The fun part is how she doesn’t flip instantly into porn mode. At first she acts annoyed, or like she’s not understanding your hint, but the way the options are laid out you can slowly bend the conversation into dirt. Ask something “innocent,” get a little pushback, double down, see that tiny crack in her composure, keep going. It’s not just clicking “yes to sex,” it’s massaging her into the idea that lifting her skirt is somehow a smart financial decision.

There’s this moment where you suggest she could “lower the price” another way, and she pauses, like really hesitates. That hesitation is the hottest part. You can almost hear her brain doing math: new phone, tight budget, horny curiosity. When she finally tugs her skirt up just a bit, not full-on flashing yet, it feels dirty because you coaxed her there. You’re still in the stupid fluorescent light of a phone shop, surrounded by dummy models, and this girl is slowly trading fabric for features. And yeah, you get to push it: more skin, less shame, until the “talk about contract” turns into “talk about how deep you’re going to fuck her behind the counter.” It never tries to be romantic or sweet, which I weirdly liked. She’s not your waifu, she’s a deal you’re closing, and that’s the thrill.

The way she strips is paced nicely, not instant nakedness like some lazy clickbait stuff. First a hint of thigh, then more leg, then the skirt really goes up and you start seeing the good stuff, her panties tight over her ass while she pretends she’s doing something “just this once.” Her eyes shifting away, cheeks getting a bit warmer, voice lines sliding from annoyed into breathy, that slow slide is what sticks. You can mess up the mood too, pick a shitty line and she gets colder, like “what the hell are you doing,” and it makes the eventual success feel less automatic. I only wish the actual sex part had the same amount of build-up; once she’s fully on board, it kind of speeds up, like the game’s in a hurry to get you off and forgets how fun the teasing was. Also, minor thing that drove me insane: the way the phone models are placed on screen, one of them just slightly off, like one pixel, and now I can’t unsee it. But anyway, if that shop-clerk using his tiny slice of authority to undress a pretty girl while pretending it’s all about “policy” is your flavor, this hits that exact dirty little pressure point and doesn’t apologize for it.

Every day, Jasmine stands out as the most tantalizing student you’ll ever encounter. She’s not just a pretty face; her smarts make her dangerously attractive.

Now, she’s caught cheating during an exam, and the stakes have never been higher. As the kind but firm professor, you have the power to decide what happens next.

You see something more than just a rule breaker - you see an opportunity to test boundaries. The invitation you’re extending promises a lot more than just a redo.

What was supposed to be a routine exam space transforms into an arena for temptation. Her revealing outfit barely holds back fantasies, her body craving to be touched.

Each step you take opens doors to bold encounters between teacher and disciple. With every seductive glance and teasing caress, both your limits and her desires push beyond convention.

Pornographic thrills spark at every turn as you guide Jasmine through dangerous yet delicious territory.

Watch as the once innocent student becomes an eager participant in your erotic classroom.

The story waits for you to take charge and discover just how far curiosity and wicked intention can go.

Wonder Woman chained up in some sleazy high tech lab, stripped out of all that heroic pride and dropped right into a pervy science project. That’s basically the mood here, and honestly, it’s filthy in a very direct way. No long build up, no big moral conflict, just Diana already captured, restrained like a lab rat while this creep of a doctor runs his little “experiments” on her. He talks like a cartoon villain, but the toys he’s using on her are anything but funny. She’s stuck there, amazon body exposed, legs forced open, ass lifted, mouth ready, everything turned into a test field for his machines. If you came here to see a noble superheroine getting worshipped, you’re in the wrong lab. Here she’s more like expensive equipment, used until she breaks. I like that. I hate that. It works too well.

What really messes with your head is those four stupid joysticks. At first they look like a joke, like some old arcade control, but then you realize each one is tied to a different way the doc is using her. One pushes the fucking machine harder into her pussy, one speeds up the thing stretching her ass, another controls something in her mouth, the last one runs the milking gear clamped to her tits like she’s cattle. You don’t just click and watch; you’re nudging those sticks, feeling like you’re literally puppeteering her torture session. You go “ok, just a little faster” and suddenly she’s gasping, drooling, eyes rolling, trying to hold that proud Diana Prince face while everything in her body says she lost already. I caught myself focusing only on her tits for a while, cranking the milker up and down just to see that perfect amazon chest twitch and leak, then forgetting the other devices are still going full speed. It’s fucked up. It’s hot. It’s strangely funny when her whole body is out of sync, like each hole is living its own nightmare rhythm and she’s just stuck in the middle.

The humiliation angle is heavy but not subtle at all. They throw in little nods to Justice League, like she’s supposed to be out there saving the world while here she is choking on some machine like the world’s strongest cocksleeve. There’s something obscene about hearing her try to threaten the doctor while a dildo is already hitting the back of her throat and the anal toy is buzzing like crazy inside her. She tries to sound like Wonder Woman, the same one from the comics who lectures gods and punches tanks, but her voice keeps breaking into moans, and that contrast is the real kink here. You start treating her not as a character you grew up with, but as a toy you’re “testing” for quality, adjusting speed, watching how long it takes before the proud Amazon melts into a broken, cum-soaked lab sample. It’s not romantic, it’s not gentle, it’s not heroic. Just hardcore, mechanical, dirty experimentation on a brunette goddess who should be on a Justice League poster, not bent over in a lab getting pumped from every angle until the doctor is satisfied his machines can ruin even a superhero.

Makoto Nanaya is one of those characters who already feels like she escaped from a very horny fighting game doujin, and this little browser thing just leans into that without any shame at all. No plot noise, no forced lore about seithr or timelines, just the squirrel girl everyone already wanted to see wrecked, put in a small room with one very determined dick and no real chance to argue. It starts almost too fast, like old Flash porn used to, where you blink and she’s already bent over, tail up, ears twitching, that typical “I’m tough but I’m also kind of in over my head” anime face. The camera loves her ass way more than her face, which is funny because the game keeps pretending it cares about her emotions. You get these little reaction shifts, her eyes going from annoyed to dazed, her mouth dropping open when the thing finally starts pushing into that tiny asshole, but most of the time the shot is glued to those ridiculous squirrel cheeks bouncing and clenching.

For a game that is basically one loop, it hits that specific fetish of “small backdoor, big problem” a lot better than some more polished stuff on Nutaku or even a bunch of fan MUGEN edits with porn intros. There is this nice slow part where the tip is just grinding at her rim, and you can see it stretching, her whole body tensing, tail flicking like she’s trying to shake off the pressure, and then suddenly it pops in a bit too far and the animation makes her whole spine jerk. It’s not subtle at all. She goes from confident fighter to flustered mess in like two thrusts. The way her tits move is very anime logic: huge, soft, bouncing like they have their own physics engine, but everything else is pretty grounded in the “anal is a lot” fantasy. There is almost no romance, but it weirdly reminded me of those anime scenes where the tough girl gets caught in a trap and suddenly her cool persona melts. Only here the trap is a thick cock and there’s a lot more lube. Or maybe not enough lube, actually, you can almost feel the stretch and that sharp sting kind of vibe, that line between “too much” and “oh fuck keep going”. If you like that, this is perfect. If you want gentle hand-holding first, this thing just laughs at you.

The furry angle is not just an afterthought either. Her tail and ears react in this cute way that clashes with the really dirty stuff happening below. Tail twitch when she clenches, ears dip when the thrusts get rougher, like her body is trying to tell you she’s way more into it than her face is ready to admit. The best part for me is the moment right before the creampie, when the rhythm speeds up and her asshole is just sucking that thing in deeper, and she’s half moaning, half gasping, like she’s losing the fight and enjoying the loss. Then the actual cumshot is just full-on filthy: that thick load shoved deep inside, her little hole stretched around the base, then this slow, lazy drip of white leaking out as the cock pulls back. It feels like the game is really proud of that drip, it lingers too long on it, zoomed in, making you watch every tiny bead roll down between her cheeks. Honestly, nothing really “happens” in this game except her getting her ass filled, but it doesn’t pretend otherwise. No fake choices, no branching paths, no silly “training” system like in those Ren’Py erotic fighters. Just Makoto’s tight anime squirrel ass, a big cock that clearly didn’t ask permission, and the kind of raw, stupidly direct anal pounding that feels like someone animated their favorite Pornhub search term and stopped there. Which is kind of the charm.