Three hungover college idiots skip orientation, think they’re clever, and end up trapped in the most fucked up “sex education” punishment class the campus ever invented. That’s basically the pitch, but it hits different when you’re inside it. You’re stuck as the main girl, sitting there in this quiet classroom on a Saturday morning, thighs pressed together under a too-short skirt, while a teacher who looks like she walked out of a porn search for “milf professor with dangerous tits” explains how they’re going to “correct your behavior” using very hands-on lessons. On paper it’s just a kinetic novel, so no choices, but it kinda works like watching some fucked up series where you’re also inside the head of the main character, feeling every bit of her embarrassment and horniness. One second she’s trying to act innocent, next she’s on her knees under the desk, sucking cock so she doesn’t fail the course.

The nice thing is how it takes its time before going completely off the rails. First you get that school vibe, the awkward small talk between the three students, the quiet sounds in the hallway, the teacher acting strict but calm. Then you notice how her blouse buttons are just one second away from exploding, and her ass fills the skirt like gravity is working extra overtime on it. When she starts the “practical part”, it’s not just “everyone fuck now”. She calls you out first for skipping, makes you stand in front, checks your “body awareness” by literally groping your tits in front of everyone, slipping her hand under your bra and pretending it’s scientific. The two other students watch, shifting in their seats, and you feel the heat in your cheeks at the same time as the wetness between your legs. Oh, and she’s not just into guys. She gets on her knees, lifts your skirt and starts tasting you like some kind of reward for “honesty”, tongue working slow, fingers teasing, while the boys are ordered to sit still and not touch themselves. Of course they fail, and that’s when the group stuff kicks in. You get pushed on the teacher’s desk, legs spread, one guy eating you out while the other rams your mouth, and the milf holds your wrists and whispers filth in your ear about how bad girls need extra lessons. At some point she brings out a vibrator from her drawer like it’s a normal school supply and presses it against your clit while you’re already full, and the whole thing gets messy in a good way, lots of cum, spit, and that feeling like your brain left your body.

What caught me off guard is how the story keeps slipping little personal bits in between all the fucking. The main girl tries to act tough but you can tell she’s got this weird thing with authority, like every time the teacher raises her voice she gets wetter. There’s this short quiet moment in the restroom where she’s alone, staring at herself in the mirror, then she just gives up and starts masturbating in the stall, fingers buried deep, replaying what just happened in class, grinding her palm on her clit so hard you can almost hear it. And it doesn’t stay only student/teacher either. One of the older women involved in running the course looks suspiciously like she could be related to you, in a way that makes your stomach twist a bit, but the game just leans into it like “ok, that’s a thing now”. She hugs you a little too long, her hand sliding over your ass, telling you that “keeping it in the family” makes everything easier to hide, and before you can think too hard about it, you’re half naked on her lap, her fingers deep inside you while she orders the others around like it’s a private porn shoot. There’s girl on girl scenes that feel more intimate, with slow licking, soft kisses, big tits pressed together and hands exploring, then it flips again and you’re being used by multiple people at once, pulled, grabbed, choked a bit, toys shoved inside you until you forget you were supposed to be “learning” anything. It’s kinda relaxing in a fucked up way, like real life shit stops existing and your whole universe shrinks to that tiny school room full of sweat, tongues, and bad decisions.

Hell has a weird sense of humor here. Instead of fire and torture racks, you get a tiny boring town full of people who pretend they’re good, and an overachieving demon who’s basically your horny project manager. Your “job” is simple on paper: push these walking hypocrisies into every ugly, dirty, wet sin you can think of, and do it faster than the angel who’s fluttering around trying to keep their halos from sliding off during sex. The funny part is that the town looks harmless at first glance. A quiet shopkeeper, uptight priest, lonely housewife, nerdy student, those office types who act like they’re married to Excel. Then you start poking around, you see how thin their morals are. One slightly wrong choice and the shy girl who “never does this” is suddenly on her knees in the back room, drool on the floor and mascara halfway across her face, while you’re already planning who to corrupt next.

What makes it feel good is how the game treats sex like a slow infection instead of a jump scare. Early scenes are pretty tame, just some teasing, half-accidental groping, a hand going a bit too low, like they’re still telling themselves it doesn’t count as cheating if they don’t kiss. Then it escalates. You walk the same route through town, but the energy shifts. The bar that was almost empty before now has a drunk office lady grinding on some random guy’s thigh, pretending she doesn’t notice his cock pressing into her. The girl who once refused to wear a short skirt is now “just trying something new” while her panties are basically transparent. And both you and the demon know it’s because you chose to nudge her, again and again, into that spiral. It feels a bit like philosophy class crashed into Pornhub: every choice is technically about ethics, but the answer is always someone getting fucked against a wall. The angel keeps showing up with this fake pure attitude, trying to reset people, but you can drag the same characters back into filth, harder than before, until the whole concept of redemption starts feeling like a running joke.

There’s this one route where you keep visiting a very religious household. At first it’s just awkward talk about virtue, prayer, that usual “we must resist temptation” script. Then you get one crack in the armor. A slightly too long look, a hand “accidentally” touching a thigh, the mother biting her lip when she thinks nobody sees. A few corrupt choices later, and the man who led grace at dinner is fucking his daughter on the couch while the wife watches with her hand shoved into her panties, whimpering like she’s the one being used. The game doesn’t pretend it’s romantic. It’s messy, uncomfortable, and hot in that specific “I shouldn’t be enjoying this but I absolutely am” way. The angel interfering there feels almost comic, like trying to cover a cum-stained sheet with a prayer book. The more progress you make, the more the whole town becomes this living map of your sins: streets that used to feel clean are now linked in your mind with moaning, spit, rough hands, and all those “oh god” lines that clearly don’t mean god at all. And the demon? He’s not your friend, not really. He’s just as obsessed with ambition and winning as any startup boss, only his KPI is how many holes you can turn into willing, greedy, shameless tools of hell. If that idea alone doesn’t turn you on a bit, this probably isn’t your town anyway.

Nubilia looks all noble and shiny on the map, but the second you drop into this mess you realize it’s less “honor and duty” and more “who’s trying to ride your dick while stabbing your bloodline in the back”. You’re this magic talented heir with a dead mom, a pissed off father, and a whole buffet of highborn girls who smile at you like angels while clearly doing war crimes in their spare time. Every city-state you visit throws another walking fantasy wallpaper at you: prim and proper lady in silk who talks about politics with her tits halfway out, battle mage with scars and zero patience for your bullshit, that one smug noble girl who calls you “peasant” while eyeing your crotch like it’s a legendary artifact. The game just leans into the chaos. One scene you’re interrogating some duchess about your mother’s murder, next scene she has you pinned on a velvet couch, dress around her waist, gasping about “alliances” while grinding down on you so hard you forget you were supposed to be angry.

What actually sold me is how your magic and choices keep twisting the relationships. You’re not just clicking through porn slides. You build this reputation across the nine cities, and girls react to it. Act like a ruthless bastard? Some of them get dripping wet when you dominate them. Others flinch, pull back, and you only get them to open up after you save their ass in a duel where spells are flying and you’re trying not to stare at jiggling cleavage in slow motion. You flirt during strategy talks, tease them in corridors, use magic in bed in a way that’s absolutely illegal in at least five churches. One night you’re sneaking into a manor with a noble sorceress partner who whispers a spell to make you invisible, and the moment you’re alone in her tower she cancels the spell and climbs you like a ladder, begging you to “claim her house” while raking nails down your back. Another time you’re at a fancy banquet, every lady dressed like she lost a fight with a corset, and under the table you’ve got one girl stroking you with her foot while another pretends not to notice and keeps asking about your “magical potential” with this filthy smile. It’s that mix of murder mystery, faked loyalty, and full-on harem corruption that hits. Everyone’s pretending to be civilized while you’re balls deep in future enemies, trying to guess which soft moaning noble slut actually stuck a knife in your mother. And the worst part? Sometimes they look up at you with those wide eyes, flushed cheeks, whisper “I’d never hurt you” while you’re filling them, and for a second you almost believe them.

You wake up on this busted, dead-looking planet, dust in your mouth, no magic sparkles, no elves singing, just you, some broken tech, and a damn fairy in a jar. Not the cute Disney kind either. She’s mouthy, half-naked, glowing like someone’s kink idea of a firefly, and absolutely done with your bullshit from the first line. The game doesn’t waste time pretending to be deep. You’re basically a pervy handyman from space who accidentally wanders into a twisted fairy tale universe where all the “princesses” are way too hot, kind of messed up in the head, and weirdly into being watched, trained, and pushed. You start small, literally, with that fairy in her jar. You poke at her, tease her, threaten to shake the jar if she doesn’t strip. It’s fucked up, but also funny, because she swears at you like a drunk gnome and then still ends up bent over, ass to the glass, wing tattoos shaking while you “inspect” her. The humor is juvenile on purpose, like someone made Pornhub and Newgrounds have a trash baby.

Once you get used to that, the game just keeps escalating. You stumble into this busted-out abandoned facility that looks more sci-fi than fantasy, and it’s wired into the fairy tale world somehow. There’s these pods where you call in girls like you’re ordering horny royalty from a glitchy space Uber. First time you meet the fake Snow White version, she acts all pure and dumb, asking why the scanner keeps focusing on her ass. You know the answer. One minute you’re just scanning her body, pretending it’s for “research”, next minute you’re pulling her panties aside and the camera zooms right between her cheeks like it’s the main event. The anal content is not subtle at all. She tries to keep this innocent tone even while she’s gasping, and your guy is just commenting on her tight asshole like he’s reading patch notes. There’s this one animated loop where she’s bracing her hands against a control panel, tits pressed to the screen, you slam into her from behind, and the UI flickers every time your hips hit. Stupid little detail, but it stuck in my head. And yeah, you can just stand there watching the loop for way too long like some creep. That’s kind of the point.

The monster girls are the part where it stops pretending to be “mostly normal porn”. There’s a scene with this rosette-looking plant chick that literally blooms when she gets aroused, petals peeling back while you finger her and she’s moaning about nutrient transfer. You can tilt the camera to get that low angle where her vines are wrapped around your waist while you’re pounding her, and she’s blushing green and pink at the same time. Then there’s this Tinkerbell parody that’s tiny, pissed off, and somehow still into having your giant cock shoved between her ass cheeks while she’s pinned to a transparent surface so you can watch everything. The voyeur angle is heavy here, lots of moments where you’re behind glass, or in a lab, or peeking in on a “princess” trying out some weird alien toy she swears she found by accident. You click an option, the toy goes from soft buzz to full-on drilling her ass, and she’s halfway between screaming and laughing. It’s all animated just enough to feel dirty, not polished like a AAA thing, and that roughness actually fits. Like some horny mechanic got into a god computer and used it only to design anal scenes with fairy tale girls. There’s a bit with a character called Anna where you trick her into “helping with an experiment”, but the whole test is just how many times you can make her cum from anal alone. She’s trying to give serious feedback about pressure and angle while you rail her and it’s hilarious. And yeah, you’ll probably replay scenes just to catch different lines, because once you hear your MC say he’s “upgrading her rear input port” while she’s drooling on the table, it kind of sticks in your brain forever.