The Mock Award for Best Unearned Confidence goes to this freshman. Hands down. You ever meet a guy who walks into a party like he owns the place, even though his shirt has a ketchup stain and he forgot his wallet? That’s the energy here. The game drops you into this sandbox college setup, all 3DCG, and the first thing you notice isn’t the big tits on the milf professor, it’s the way the protagonist just... stares. Unblinking. The animation for the groping scene in the library stacks, by the way. Her reaction is this perfect mix of shock and something else, a little half-smile before the telling off. I spent an absurd amount of time just replaying that one tease sequence, the one where you can choose to pull back or push further, and the fabric stretching sound, or lack of it, actually, it’s weirdly silent which makes it more intense.

But then you’re in a lecture and the dialogue is about the quadratic formula or whatever and you remember oh right, I’m supposed to be a student. The sandbox element means you can just... not go to class. Which I did. For a week. The game didn’t punish me, really, just had a character text asking if I was dead. Felt real, honestly. The oral sex scene with the roommate’s visiting friend from back home, the one with the lip gloss that catches the dorm room’s bad lighting, has this one frame where her eyes go slightly cross. I don’t think it was on purpose but it’s stuck in my head now. The dating sim parts are there, you pick dialogue, you get points, but the real currency is just being in the right hallway at the right time. The big ass character at the gym, her storyline is all about her divorce and I think I missed a trigger somewhere because one minute we’re talking about protein shakes, the next she’s showing me a tattoo in a very not-gym location. The vaginal sex scenes have this weight to them, the animation isn’t floaty like some other games. There’s a slight clipping issue with the student council girl’s skirt during the rain scene but maybe that’s just my graphics settings. I wouldn’t know, I didn’t check.

Anyway the whole thing feels like a memory you’re not sure is yours. A party where you kissed someone and then helped them look for their car keys for an hour. That’s the vibe. Not polished, but it knows what it is. A college fantasy that’s more about the dumb, horny moments between the big events. The teasing never really stops, even when you think you’ve won. I forgot to mention the actual plot, I think there was one? Something about a dean? Doesn’t matter. The milf is the real dean. I’ll give it the award and leave it on the desk, unwashed coffee mug next to it.