You wake up in this therapy center with your brain feeling like someone hit “delete” on half your save files, and the person in charge of fixing you is a woman who definitely should not be allowed to call what she does “therapy”. Miss Lust looks at your trauma like it’s a puzzle she’s horny to solve, and every “session” is basically her asking “what if we push you just a bit further?” then shoving you off the cliff instead. One moment she’s talking gently about memory blocks, the next she’s got you on your knees, collar around your neck, making you shuffle a deck of cards that decides if you’re going to get your ass stretched, your clothes taken away, or your dignity ripped apart in front of people who should not be watching but totally are. The whole card thing sounds simple until you realize it’s not about winning, it’s about how badly you’re willing to lose. You draw a card, suddenly you owe her worship, or your body gets put on display to some stranger behind a glass wall, or she turns your “normal” male protagonist into this confused pretty sissy who starts to like the high heels way too fast. And you tell yourself “this is fucked up, I’m being corrupted”, while at the same time moving the mouse to pick the filthier option because curiosity is a worse dom than Miss Lust.

The game loves to tease that maybe there is romance, maybe she actually cares, then five minutes later she’s auctioning you off for a “special session” with a futa client who treats your ass like it’s public property while Miss Lust just watches, taking notes like it’s a science project. There is this one scene where you stand naked in a corridor with nothing but a card in your hand, and the rule is that you can’t cover yourself at all while strangers pass by and comment, and one woman stops just to step on your cock with her heel, then smiles like she is tipping a waiter. Then later, Miss Lust offers you a “soft” option with cuddles and vaginal sex that almost feels tender, and the game has the nerve to make that feel more humiliating than the gangbang because suddenly you care what she thinks. There are branching paths that turn you into her obedient slave, her little toy prostituted to other patients, the secret lover she hides behind professional talk, or the broken thing that gets off on being called pathetic while licking her feet. The voyeur stuff gets wild too, like that card that forces you to watch another patient being transformed, stripped, and used by two women and one guy while you jerk under the table, trying not to get caught, and if you fail the check she drags you out by the hair and makes you finish in front of them. It is messy, horny, occasionally weirdly sweet, and then it slaps you with NTR flavor just when you start to feel safe. Honestly I wish there was one path where you just say “nope” and go to normal therapy, but also, I’d never click it.

Alright so this My Hero Academia parody thing caught me completely off guard. Like, I went in expecting some basic fanservice nonsense but ended up spending way too much time figuring out how to properly "counsel" Rumi Usagiyama without her kicking my virtual teeth in. The rabbit hero's got this whole tsundere energy mixed with straight-up predator vibes that honestly makes zero sense but somehow works? One minute she's calling you a weakling, next she's grinding against your lap during what's supposed to be a professional therapy session. The AI-generated artwork looks decent enough for what it is, though Midnight's proportions are absolutely ridiculous even by anime standards.

What really gets me is how the dialogue system actually matters here. You can't just mash through conversations hoping for the lewdest option - these heroines will shut you down hard if you come on too strong too fast. Mirko especially seems programmed to test whether you're actually paying attention to her personality quirks or just trying to speedrun to the sex scenes. When I finally unlocked her bedroom scene after like an hour of carefully balanced flirting and psychological manipulation, the payoff felt genuinely earned instead of just handed to me. Though honestly the handjob animations could use some work, they loop weird.

The sandbox structure lets you bounce between different heroines whenever you want, which is perfect for when Midnight starts getting too clingy or Rumi's attitude becomes insufferable. Each girl has her own therapy schedule and mood system that you gotta track, plus there's this weird minigame where you massage their stress points that's way more involved than it needs to be. Sometimes the translation feels a bit off too - like when Mirko says something that's probably meant to be seductive but comes out sounding like a grocery list. Still hit different though, not gonna lie.

Vanesa’s office looks like one of those high-end wellness apps tried to cosplay as a porn set and failed in a sexy way. Soft lighting, too much white, some fake plant in the corner, and this huge leather chair that basically screams “you’re going to do something you regret here.” You play this poor corporate drone who pretends to be there for “stress” and “performance anxiety,” but let’s be real, you’re there because she’s a futa shrink with big tits, lazy confidence and that slow way of talking that makes every normal sentence sound like a dirty suggestion. The game doesn’t waste time with complex fake psychology bullshit. She asks a few surface questions, looks bored, then starts poking at all your insecurities: your job, your dick, your relationships, your self-control. And she does it while slowly closing physical distance, touching your wrist a little too long, adjusting her glasses while staring straight at your crotch, that kind of teasing that hurts in a good way. It feels like those fucked up horny thoughts you get at work when you see a hot manager walk by and wonder what would happen if you just stopped being a decent human for a moment.

What I didn’t expect is how much the therapy vibe is used as an excuse to blur consent in this very specific “you are technically agreeing but you know she’s playing you” way. She gives you “exercises” that start innocent and then suddenly her hand is on your thigh, and you’re getting a slow, clinical handjob while she keeps this professional tone like she’s reading from a self-help audiobook. When she goes down for oral, she doesn’t transform into some wild porn actress; she stays calm, measured, like she’s testing you, watching your reaction as if she’s tracking progress on a chart. The best part is how she talks about your partner, like a case study. She keeps asking about them, how the sex is, what’s missing, why you’re fantasizing about someone else. Then she casually suggests “practice sessions” to help you “perform better at home,” which is fucking hilarious because you can literally feel she doesn’t give a shit about saving your relationship. There is this cold spark of ownership behind her eyes. The game calls it therapy, but it’s closer to grooming you into her personal toy, and the netorare/netori angle hits harder because it’s not loud or dramatic, it’s slow, it’s a creep of boundaries. One moment you’re fully dressed talking about stress, the next she has your cock in her mouth and she’s asking you, in this calm tone, if you think your partner could ever satisfy you like this. It’s intimate and fucked up at the same time, and the more you go back to her, the less you even pretend you’re there to “heal” anything. You’re just chasing that strange mix of shame, relief, and the feeling that someone smart and dangerous has their fingers wrapped around both your mind and your dick.

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