This one feels like scrolling your phone after a breakup, half naked in bed, then suddenly falling into someone else’s messy life and going, “oh shit, that’s me.” You’re this college guy who used to just rot in his room, drowning in cheap snacks and porn tabs, pretending that ghosting your ex and muting half your contacts counts as “healing.” Then basketball drags you back into the light. Not as some heroic sports anime star, more like the dude wheezing on the court, staring at a girl’s bouncing tits in a sports bra and losing the ball because your dick thinks faster than your brain. The game leans into that awkward, horny, slightly cringe vibe. You’re not a smooth sex god at the start. You’re a rebound. For your own life, and sometimes literally for some of these girls who also use you to forget their shit.

The way it mixes horny and emotional is weirdly hot. One moment you’re in a quiet dorm room, just you and this girl with a huge ass squeezed into tight leggings, music low in the background, her hair messy in that “I didn’t plan to get fucked tonight” way. She laughs at something stupid you say, leans in, her tits softly pressing into your arm, and the whole world shrinks to the sound of her breath in your ear. Then the next scene you’re on the court, sneakers squeaking, crowd noise like a fuzzy roar, and you’re staring at the cheerleader with big boobs bouncing in slow motion while you miss a free throw you absolutely should have nailed. The writing loves to drag you back and forth like that. Loving the chaos and then pretending you’re better than it. The harem stuff sneaks up on you too. You start with just trying to talk to one girl without sounding like a Reddit post, and before you know it you’ve got a horny goth chick teasing you, a sweet sporty girl who moans your name when you pin her to the shower tiles, and some bratty college princess who pretends she hates you even while she’s grinding on your lap in a dark party corner. Choices matter, but not in that stiff “good route / bad route” way. More like: do you jerk off alone and text someone after, or do you swallow your fear, go to that date you almost cancel, and end up with her hand sliding under the table, stroking your hard cock while you try not to knock over your drink.

What really sticks is how slow some scenes let things build. There’s this moment where you’re just sitting on a bed with a girl, legs touching. She talks about some stupid fight with her ex. Nothing epic. The lights are low, some indie song plays on her laptop, just a soft background, and you’re watching the way her big breasts move under her loose shirt as she breathes. You feel like a piece of shit for checking her cleavage while she opens up, but the game knows you’re doing it and kind of laughs with you. When she finally climbs into your lap, straddling you, kissing you with this mix of need and hesitation, it feels earned. Like you really crawled out of your slump for this. Then other times it just goes full hentai brain, like “hey, you won the game, here’s a girl with ridiculous big tits riding you until the bed squeaks, moaning so loud you’re sure the whole dorm hears.” And both vibes work. It’s romantic one second, absolutely filthy the next. You masturbate, you fail, you get humiliated and turned on by the wrong things, you pick dumb options just to see what happens, maybe you score big, maybe you crash and burn. It never pretends you’re some perfect hero. You’re just a horny college idiot trying to turn one little rebound into a life where you fuck up less and fuck a lot more.

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.

The house feels too quiet when Sterling walks in, the kind of silence that sticks to your skin. There’s that smell - old wood, perfume, something faintly sinful like memories that never left. You can almost hear the ghosts of laughter and moans tangled in the walls. Everyone looks at him differently now, not as the kid who ran off, but as the man who came back with a pulse full of tension. The women in this game, they don’t waste time pretending innocence. The so-called mourning period lasts about five seconds before somebody’s hand is somewhere it shouldn’t be. It’s messy, funny, uncomfortable, and hot in that way only forbidden things are. Sometimes you’ll laugh because the dialogue’s ridiculous, sometimes you’ll forget to breathe because a scene just hits that filthy sweet spot between lust and shame.

What I liked most was how it never feels clean. There’s domination that borders on cruelty, soft moments ruined by sudden gropes, a futa scene that goes way harder than expected, and those “oops-I-shouldn’t-watch-this” voyeur bits that make you squirm. Even the humor has teeth; it’s not wink-wink-nudge-nudge but more like someone laughing right in the middle of an orgasm. The harem thing isn’t just numbers - it’s chaos management, trying to juggle jealousy and desire while every woman (and not only women) seems one breath away from breaking the furniture. And then there’s that weird ache when corruption sneaks in, when seduction turns into ownership and you realize you kind of wanted it that way. The sound design helps too: low voices, wet noises that feel too real through headphones, that small gasp when a boundary gets crossed.

It’s not perfect - some pacing’s off, and a few scenes feel like they forgot their own setup - but maybe that’s why it works. Like old VHS hentai, rough edges make it human. It doesn’t pretend to be classy, it just drags you down into the mess and dares you to call it art while your pants are still around your ankles.

Guy stuck alone in a forest cabin with textbooks and porn tabs half hidden, brain fried from exam stress, and then two soaked college girls crash his weekend because the weather basically says “nope, you’re all trapped now.” That’s the whole mood here. It starts like one of those cheap horror movies, except nobody is running from monsters, they’re just running from wet clothes and sexual frustration. And yeah, they both have huge tits and asses that ignore gravity like it’s optional, the game is not subtle about that at all. One is louder, more teasing, big “I know my boobs are a weapon” energy, the other is more shy, a virgin who clearly watched porn but never actually had to deal with a hard dick right in front of her. Of course they’re girlfriends, of course they’re already kinda handsy with each other, and of course the poor guy has no idea where to look and still manages to stare straight at their nipples every time.

The fun part for me was how slow it cooks. You don’t just click once and suddenly everyone is naked and moaning. It’s like: wet clothes clinging too tight, then changing into borrowed shirts that are way too big but somehow show even more skin, then innocent cuddling on the couch while the storm bangs outside, then casual “truth or dare” that is absolutely not innocent, and before you know it, the virgin girl is biting her lip, asking questions about blowjobs like she is doing research for a paper. The game throws lots of little choices at you, not super complex, but enough to steer which girl leans in more, who gets jealous, who pretends she “just wants to help her friend experience things” while grinding that fat ass on your lap. There is that one scene where the shy girl is sitting in his lap under a blanket, pretending she is cold, and you feel her slowly relax her thighs while his dick is pushing up, and the other girl is watching from the kitchen like she is planning the next move. That moment hit way harder than some full-on sex scenes in other games. Also the voice lines help a lot, especially the small breaths and the tiny “ah” when a hand goes too high under the shirt. I only got annoyed once when the teasing dragged for like three screens of dialogue too long right before the first real touch scene, but then the reward CG dropped and I kinda forgot I was annoyed.