It starts with you wandering through the halls of Crossunder Academy, that kind of shiny-but-tired school where the walls have seen too many secrets. Everyone looks normal at first - until they don’t. The Student Council room smells like perfume and tension, and every conversation feels like it’s one sentence away from crossing a line. You’re not supposed to notice how Cass Hamada leans over the desk when she talks, or how Helen Parr’s skirt never quite obeys gravity, but the game doesn’t let you ignore it. It teases you with slow camera pans, half-whispered lines, and that feeling of being caught somewhere between guilt and hunger. And yeah, the story pretends it’s about leadership and responsibility, but it’s really about power - who has it, who wants it, and what they’ll do once they get it.

The sex scenes aren’t shy. They stretch out like tarot cards laid in a messy spread - each one telling something about your choices, or maybe just about your kinks. There’s the POV moments that feel too intimate, like you shouldn’t be watching, and the animated bits that slide from romantic to filthy without warning. One second it’s Katara smiling shyly, the next it’s full-on creampie with her moaning your name like a spell. Ariel shows up later, all wet skin and impossible curves, talking about wanting to “learn human love” while you’re already halfway inside her. I laughed at that line, then replayed it twice. That’s the rhythm here: you roll your eyes, then your body betrays you.

Sometimes the dialogue stumbles, sure. Some puzzle sections feel tossed in just to make you earn the next blowjob scene. But then Spider-Gwen shows up, masked and cocky, and the pacing suddenly makes sense again. It’s like the game knows exactly when you’re getting bored. The soundtrack hums low, almost embarrassed, like it’s overhearing its own fantasies. It’s messy, horny, strangely sincere. Like a fever dream that smells faintly of classroom chalk and sweat.