Hoshino Academy looks normal on the surface. Clean hallways, serious teachers, track stars running around like it’s a shonen anime, everyone pretending they’re “future leaders of society.” Then you open your mouth as Sasaki Keita, this loud idiot with too much justice in his brain and zero filter on his tongue, and the whole place starts showing its rot. The game throws you right into it with that first crash into Rin, the photography club president, camera hitting the floor, her eyes going wide like she just watched her whole life savings die. No fancy introduction, just “you fucked up, now pay it back with your time and your body watching hers fall apart.” It looks cute at first, like some wholesome romance VN where you help a shy artsy girl keep her club alive with cool shots and after-school trips. You walk around the school from his point of view, always stuck inside his head, listening to his jokes and stupid comments while secretly getting attached to that girl with the broken camera and the stubborn smile.

Then the Principal starts to move. Daizo is that classic ugly bastard type, but here he feels more like a slow disease. You see him in the background in early scenes, just standing there too long, watching Rin a bit too close, saying polite things that feel sticky. The story doesn’t rush the sex, and that’s what makes it nasty in a good way. It’s all small touches. Extra “private” photography advice. A hand a bit too low on her hip when he’s “correcting her posture.” A scene where you’re hiding out of sight, POV locked in while Rin thinks you went home already, and you end up watching her getting cornered in some quiet room under the excuse of “helping her secure sponsorships for the club.” The game forces you to just sit there, helpless, as his fingers trace up her thigh, while she laughs nervously and tries to stay polite. You can’t stop it, can’t pick a hero option, it’s a kinetic ride, and that hurts in this delicious, stomach-twisting way if you like NTR and corruption. That’s the thing: the corruption here isn’t only about sex. It’s watching her trust slowly tilt from you to that disgusting bastard, seeing her texts to you get shorter while her “club activities” get longer, her outfits shift, her smile turn slightly fake around you but more real when she’s alone with him, and you know exactly what that means.

Sex scenes hit like a truck when they finally show full-on action. There’s this oral scene where you’re stuck watching from behind a door crack, the AI-styled CG really leaning into her messy, half-teary look as she’s on her knees, hair grabbed, choking around him while he makes her “thank him” for some club grant. You can hear her voice trying to sound like she’s not into it, but the game gives these little details that betray her body, like the way her legs rub together or the shaky breaths when he gropes her tits through the uniform. The BDSM stuff is not hardcore chains and whips all over the place, it’s more about control and humiliation in small steps. Being ordered to pose, to undress slowly for “artistic reference,” to let him touch where he wants while promising better chances in competitions. Later it escalates into prostitution-flavored deals, sessions where he loans her out under polite school words, and you’re just trapped in that POV, knowing she used to laugh at your dumb jokes and now lets him spit on her tongue. The romantic side with Keita never fully disappears, and that makes it worse: he’s still trying to be a good guy, still cracking jokes, still clearly in love, even as the game shoves his face up against the window while Daizo slaps Rin’s ass and calls her his good little pet. The humor never fully goes away either, which honestly pissed me off and also made it hotter; you’ll have a silly scene about some club mishap, then five clicks later you’re staring at Rin getting groped under a desk while a teacher talks in front of the class. The sexual harassment, the slow mental twist, the way she starts defending him when you complain, saying you “don’t get how the world works” while she quietly adjusts her skirt over bruised thighs… it’s not kind, it’s not “fair,” and it absolutely doesn’t care what you want. And that’s exactly why my dick and my brain both ended up trapped in this messed up school.