Prison is already kind of horny if you think about it, and this game just leans into that in a way that feels wrong in the nice way. You’re this broke guy who literally went to jail because he tried to keep his family from starving, and instead of endless soap jokes you get thrown into a “college program” that looks more like some cult experiment. Concrete walls, shitty fluorescent light, and in the middle of that you’ve got curvy professors in tight blouses, prison staff with asses that don’t fit in regulation pants, and a social worker who talks about “rehabilitation” while squeezing her tits together so hard you can almost hear it. The tone is weird, like half after-school special, half “what if graduation meant stuffing your cock between big soft breasts in the counselor’s office.” It actually makes sense in a twisted way: your ticket out is not shanking someone, it’s answering trivia and not getting distracted by the jiggle physics your brain is inventing while you look at the art.

The whole trivia angle sounds lame until you’re in the middle of a question and realize your dick is on the line. One wrong answer and the professor with the glasses and ridiculous rack tells you she’s “disappointed,” pulls her skirt down just enough to show you what you could have had, then sends you back to your cell with nothing but blue balls and the echo of her voice in your head. Then on another day you get on a streak, nail a bunch of questions in a row and suddenly you’re pinned to her desk, her big tits wrapped around you, lipstick smeared, moaning about “good study habits” while you try to remember if you even saved the family you went to jail for. There’s this one scene with the prison nurse where she pretends it’s a “full body check,” and she’s clinically stroking your cock, asking you random knowledge questions while you’re trying not to cum before you finish the quiz. If you manage to hold back and answer, she drops the cold professional act and just sinks down on you, riding you slow while the little health monitor blinks in the corner like it’s judging both of you. And yeah, sometimes the trivia itself feels like your high school teacher copy pasted Wikipedia after two glasses of wine, and a couple questions repeat in a way that makes your erection feel smarter than the script, but somehow that fits the whole cheap, wrong, horny together vibe. One minute you’re deep in some nonsense about history, the next the social worker’s bent over the metal table, you’re buried in her ass, and she’s still trying to finish a sentence about “emotional growth” while you pound into her like the only diploma you want is dripping down her thighs. It’s trashy, almost lazy in places, but there’s this dirty charm in seeing a grim concrete prison turned into a fucked up campus where every right answer peels off another layer of clothing and every oral exam ends with actual oral. You’re not just grinding stats, you’re grinding through shame and lust and the feeling that some ancient god is laughing at you while you try to balance general knowledge with the urge to blow your load all over your teacher’s big tits.