You wake up, horny, confused and a little annoyed, and the game just shrugs and drops a catgirl in your lap like that’s a normal Tuesday. She’s not the cutesy “nya~ master” type either, at least not at first. There is this weird mix of needy kitten and bratty roommate who looks through your browser history and then pretends she didn’t. One moment she’s pressing those ridiculous tits against your arm while her tail flicks, next moment she’s acting offended you looked. Classic. The robot friend beside her is even stranger. Not some cold metal toy, more like a pervy Alexa with a body and no shame, scanning everyone, throwing humiliating comments about body temperature, arousal levels, “fertility status” in your face. It feels like a therapist that skipped ethics class and went straight to “how can I make you blush harder” mode.

Where it gets fun, or fucked up, or both, is how the game handles control. You’ve got the usual dating sim stuff, choices, gifts, events, blah, but then it slides quietly into serious kink territory. Orgasm denial isn’t just a line in the menu, it becomes part of the daily routine. A handjob that stops right when she starts to squirt. A blowjob where the robot keeps count of thrusts and locks the toy on your cock if you cum too fast. You get a catgirl on her knees, drooling on your shaft, and at the same time a cold voice in your ear rating your self control like it’s grading homework. It should be stupid. It kind of is. I liked it anyway. Then there is the childhood friend, the wrestler girl with short hair and tan lines that tell you exactly what kind of bikini she wears and how long she stayed in the sun. She suplexes you on the mattress, sits on your face, calls it “training”, and the game treats her virginity like a big boss fight. When you finally break her hymen you feel half proud, half guilty, and the stupid part is that the game never actually asks you to feel anything at all. It just lets the blood, the creampie, the shaking legs speak.

Fantasy and sci fi keep mixing like someone spilled two different games together and never cleaned the floor. One route has you dealing with elves and a monster girl that squirts milk when you grope her too hard, another throws in cybernetic restraints and a “safety protocol” that clearly is not safe. Pregnancy stuff is everywhere, but not shoved in your face, more like a quiet threat. You watch bellies swell after one too many creampies, lactation dripping through cosplay outfits, the robot calmly explaining hormone changes while you’re busy pounding an ahegao-faced catgirl in anal. There is this voyeurism system where you can spy on girls masturbating, or on two of them going full lesbian, one more dominant, slapping ass and making the other lick her own juices off a toy. Then the same girl later kneels for you, calls you master, and it actually feels a bit too easy. That annoyed me, not enough struggle, not enough real humiliation, but I kept playing anyway. The sandbox part sometimes feels like a mess, wandering around just to trigger a titfuck scene in the shower or a quick spanking in the locker room, and I kind of hate that I had to open Notes on my phone to remember where the best scenes were. But then the game throws a horror-style event at you, lights flicker, some superpower shit activates, your slave girl starts floating and moaning like possessed, and you still end up with her pinned under you, begging for more vaginal and anal at the same time like that’s totally normal reaction to paranormal activity. It’s trashy, it’s inconsistent, it pretends to care about consent while letting you push way too far in group sex scenes, and I still found myself tabbing away from Telegram so I could focus when the robot whispered “orgasm denied” and the catgirl looked like she might cry if I didn’t let her cum. I wanted more actual fear in the horror, more sting in the BDSM, less harem softness, but I know I’d complain even if it had all that.

Getting dumped by your own dad and shipped off like some faulty package is already a mood, but this game somehow makes that whole mess the starting point for a horny strategy puzzle about redheads, power games and terrible self control. You land in a new city, get thrown into a school that feels way too clean on the outside, and then suddenly there is this weird thing where every second girl has that same fire hair and a body that looks like it was drawn by a guy who never heard the word "subtle". The protagonist is technically you, but really it feels more like you’re playing some unhinged greedy algorithm trying to optimize routes between tits, asses and who you can piss off the least in each scene. The game loves teasing. Not soft flirting, I mean long, drawn out bullshit where a milf bends over in front of you for the fifth time and you still somehow don’t get to fuck her yet, just a lot of groping, half-accidental "oops I fell on your boobs" moments, and those stupid timing choices where you either peek through a door or pretend to be a decent human being. And yeah, of course you peek. Everyone peeks. Then you reload because you wonder what happens if you don’t. Then you forget what route you were even on.

What I liked way too much is how the voyeur stuff isn’t just a one-off scene. You’re always catching people in some half-private situation: a teacher fixing her stockings while you "study", a mature neighbor bending over a washing machine in yoga pants so tight they’re basically war crimes, a girl in the dorm changing and you’re just outside the window with that shitty moral choice hovering. The visuals don’t try to be artsy, it’s more like: here, big tits, big ass, red hair, enjoy, you degenerate. Sometimes their faces look slightly weird from one angle, like they’re thinking about taxes during a blowjob, but then the camera swings a bit and you forget because the body language actually sells the scene. There’s this one moment in a classroom where you sit behind this stacked redhead and the game lets you "accidentally" brush her ass while passing a notebook. It sounds small, but the way her expression shifts from annoyed to curious and the option pops up to push your luck or back off, that did more for my blood pressure than some full sex scenes in other games. I still hate that the text box sometimes covers part of the action and I keep clicking like an idiot just to reposition it, and the dev probably won’t change that, but here we are.

The whole multiple endings thing turns into a mental chessboard in your head pretty fast. Do you keep milking the older landlady route with all the slow, sensual groping and late-night kitchen scenes, or do you go full chaos and chase the school girls with their messy drama and "caught in the hallway" tension. The game never really tells you which path you’re on, so you constantly feel like you’re one horny click away from nuking an entire ending, and honestly I love that and hate it. You try to min-max affection like it’s a JRPG stat, then there’s a scene where you watch two redheads argue in the dorm hallway, and you get a choice to take sides or stay silent. Pick one, suddenly someone else stops texting you for a while, a milf stops inviting you for "coffee" and you sit there wondering if it was that choice or the one where you grabbed a bit too much ass in the library. Also, side note, whoever decided on the pacing of the teasing deserves both a medal and a punch: sometimes you finally get a hot scene with kissing and groping and hand under the skirt, and right when you’re ready for the full thing it cuts, jumps to next day and pretends nothing happened, like some cocky Netflix show. But then three scenes later she leans against a wall, whispers in your ear, and all that previous frustration suddenly feels like part of the plan. Or maybe I’m just coping. Hard to tell.

Hot Prospect teaser feels like someone tried to mash a sports manga with a horny training sim and then got distracted halfway, in a good way and also kind of a mess. You play this dude who is technically a football coach, but let’s be real, nobody is here for tactical analysis. The real focus is the shy girl you’re supposed to help “do good football things”, and yeah, that starts innocent enough with drills and practice schedules, but it drifts into “ok, this is not how real coaches work” territory pretty fast. Her whole vibe is straight from those manga heroines who hide behind their bangs, except here the camera is absolutely not shy about where it lingers. You open a scene, she shows up in tight training shorts, your brain immediately forgets what position she was supposed to play.

What stuck with me after closing the browser was not some big plot twist, just tiny weird moments. Like when you’re in the locker room talking about strategy and the dialogue suddenly slips from normal coaching talk into this awkward flirty mess. One line she says sounds exactly like something I’ve seen in a low-budget doujin translation, like the dev probably read the same scanlations in Tachiyomi or some sketchy reader app. Her body proportions are classic “artist loves ass and tits more than bones”, all that weight sits right there, and the clothes pretend they exist out of pure politeness. There’s a shot where she’s stretching before practice, leaning forward, and the camera just stays on her ass for such a long time I actually laughed. It’s not realistic at all, but also, yeah, I replayed that bit twice. The animations sometimes look a bit stiff, like the character is thinking “what is walk” while the tits do their own little physics experiment, and yet somehow it matches the horny manga energy. You know that panel where everything looks great except one arm is wrong? It’s that.

Under all the lewd stuff there is this attempt at an actual training arc, and it feels like a half-serious parody of sports anime. You talk about teamwork, mental focus, drills, then two lines later she’s asking if there’s a “special reward” if she scores. Dialogue grammar is a bit off in places, which honestly makes it funnier to me, like reading an old fan translation from MangaReader in 2012 where the editor clearly gave up on page 7. The teaser is short, but you can already see how the power dynamic will go: shy girl, big curves, trying to impress her coach, constantly flustered while the story gently pushes her into more sexual “training”. It’s not subtle. At all. There’s a moment where she clearly wants praise for doing a basic move and you can pick a more suggestive compliment, and that felt exactly like those VN adaptation choices that never existed in the original manga but somehow still fit. I kind of wish the football side was deeper, but it won’t be, you can tell. The game knows what it’s here for: big ass in too-tight shorts, big tits barely contained in a sports bra, 3D angles that keep trying to slide under her shirt instead of showing the actual field. You’ll probably forget half the lines, but that locker room stretch scene? That stays.

Natsuki really should stop going on vacation. Every time this woman leaves her house, someone ends up buried deep inside her who is not her husband, and honestly, I respect the commitment to bad choices. This time it is supposed to be a fancy hotel date with Yoshihiko, grown up, classy, proper married couple stuff. Champagne, soft music, the kind of evening you post to Instagram with some fake quote about everlasting love, you know? Then they get shuffled into sharing a table with Tatsuki, this rich old gentleman with that polite smile that screams "I have ruined plenty of marriages and slept just fine after." The story just quietly slides from warm romance into that queasy, horny territory where you already know everything is about to go wrong, you just do not know how fast. Half the erotic tension is in the way the game makes you sit through all the little social details: knees brushing under the table, wine being poured a little too slowly, his hand resting a bit too near her thigh. It is not subtle, but in that good trashy drama way. Like watching a cheating wife JAV you know is scripted, but still yelling at the screen, "Girl, you are not coming back from this."

The game hits that sweet, nasty spot where you are not just watching Natsuki get corrupted, you are basically helping gravity pull her panties down. She sits there in her pretty wife uniform, acting polite, blushing when Tatsuki leans in too close, pretending to be shocked when his hand creeps up her leg under the tablecloth. And you get stuck in this loop of small choices, not big cinematic ones. Let her pull away, or let her freeze for a second longer. Let her pretend she did not notice his fingers brushing her inner thigh. Let her excuse herself to the bathroom, where of course the "gentleman" just happens to follow and pin her softly to the wall, whispering about how she tasted that summer, like he is remembering a favorite dessert instead of someone else’s wife. It is cruel in that slow way, where her wedding ring is always right there in the frame while she is getting her mouth stuffed or her legs pushed apart. She gives these little protests, especially at first, all "we cannot, I am married now, I love Yoshi" while her body is already grinding on his cock, her breasts bouncing out of her dress, nipples slipping free. There is one scene at the hotel room door that almost broke me: she tries to go back to her faithful husband, eyes wet, then turns around and walks back down the hall to Tatsuki’s room instead, like her feet just betrayed her. No big speech, no huge drama, just a quiet, horny surrender. Next shot, she is on all fours on his bed, ass up, wedding ring shining while he pumps her full and she moans his name instead of "husband." It is mean. It is hot. It is that kind of story where the second time she cheats feels worse and better at the same time, and you sit there, lonely, clicking through it all on your phone and wondering why fictional people get more intense sex than you ever did.