I didn’t expect a game about running Leblanc again to make me feel this weird mix of nostalgia and filthy excitement, but here we are. You’re back behind that tiny counter, coffee grinder humming like it’s pretending not to hear the moans from upstairs. The girls drift in one by one - older now, sharper around the edges - and there’s something so painfully intimate in how they talk to you, like every conversation could end in an argument or a kiss. The writing isn’t afraid of silence either; some dialogues just sit there, uncomfortable, until someone says something foolish and suddenly clothes start coming off. It’s both tender and obscene. I kinda hate that I love it.

The management part doesn’t even pretend to be realistic. You wipe tables, brew coffee, flirt, rinse, repeat - but then out of nowhere she’s leaning over the counter and whispering something that makes your hand slip on the mug handle. That small animation? Pure evil. Like it knows exactly what kind of attention you’re giving the screen. The sandbox structure helps though; it gives you space to do nothing, which somehow makes the sexy moments hit harder. There’s this little sound effect when affection goes up, a soft chime, and I swear it’s addictive like a dopamine drip. I wish the CG scenes weren’t locked behind such arbitrary stat checks, but maybe that’s part of the charm: earning indulgence through tedium. Or maybe I’m just rationalizing my own thirst.

There’s one night where everything slows down - no hints, no grinding, just her voice low and rough, saying things that almost sound like apologies. That single scene made the whole thing click for me. The lewdness stops being just porn and turns into something strangely personal, almost pathetic in its honesty. I don’t know if that was on purpose, probably not, but it worked. Play it like you’d sip cold coffee after closing time - half bitter, half sweet, all wrong. Don’t rush anything. Let it wreck your pacing.

This thing feels like somebody took that whole “dollification” fetish, threw it into Blender and Stable Diffusion, shook the bottle, and never really checked the recipe after. You start as this pretty average dude, nothing special, kind of a background NPC energy, and suddenly you’re surrounded by girls who look like the algorithm has been told “more tits, more ass, more lips, more everything” on a loop. There’s no slow build, no long romance arcs, it’s like walking into a nightclub where the only dress code is “be fuckable” and the lights are permanently set to horny. The bimbo vibe is not just visual, it’s in how scenes are written: they talk like their brain is getting overwritten in real time by your cock and by whatever tech is driving the whole “doll verse” thing. The bodies are cartoon-level stacked, huge round tits that sit high like they’re inflated from the inside, asses that barely fit into the frame, and the camera knows it, keeps sliding down, catching jiggle and tight fabric and those stupidly thin thongs that exist only to be pulled aside.

At some point I realized I was ignoring half the story bits and just clicking forward to see how far the corruption goes. One scene hit me harder than I expected: you’re in this fake-clinical room, like a beauty lab designed by someone who watched too much porn, and the girl is on the chair talking almost normal at first. Lights scan her skin, some AI “enhancement” program runs, and the interface keeps saying stuff like “optimizing obedience” and “sexual output increased.” She’s looking at you, trying to hold onto her old self, then her voice gets softer, words shorter, tits literally bigger a few screen transitions later, her eyes a little emptier, and still she begs you to tell her she looks pretty. Philosophically, it’s super fucked and super hot at the same time. On one level, it is just fetish fluff for people who want big plastic-barbie sluts drooling over their dick. On another, it nails how desire in the digital age tries to flatten women into presets: big tits, big ass, simple thoughts, always “yes.” Of course, I say “nails” like it was planned; it might just be horny chaos that accidentally feels deep when you’re tired and half naked. I kept thinking of Nietzsche and then immediately thinking of how good her nipples looked in that latex harness. No healthy brain should have those two thoughts back-to-back, but here we are.

What actually surprised me most, weirdly, was a small browsing moment. You’re in this selection screen of dolls, like an unholy mix of Pornhub categories and character creation in a RPG, and you can zoom on different parts. I spent way too long just rotating the view around one girl’s ass, trying to decide if the curve was “artificial” enough. The texture has this uncanny quality, a bit too smooth, like AI tried to guess what perfect skin is and overshot it. It made me think about how porn is drifting away from real bodies into this fantasy of “AI generated flesh” that nobody has but everyone clicks on. I complain in my head about the weird hands and slightly off eyes, yet I still keep going, because when she kneels and the screen drops behind her to isolate the movement of her hips on your lap, none of that matters. It’s trashy, it’s overblown, sometimes the writing trips on itself trying to be edgy and just sounds dumb, and one of the early dialogue choices made me roll my eyes so hard I had to alt-tab to Telegram for a minute just to reset my brain. Then you come back, the next scene opens with her in a too-tight crop top, tits almost falling out while she calls you “master” like it’s the only word left in her vocabulary, and all your high-minded critique dissolves into “ok yeah, click next, I need to see where this goes.” The game is full of that clash: horny now, think later, or maybe never.

You wake up in this soft, sugar-sweet all-girls academy where everything looks clean, polite, kind of like those mobile romance apps that pretend to be wholesome while everyone is secretly dripping with horny energy. You’re the new assistant teacher, which already feels wrong, because the way some of these students look at you is not “Sensei please help with homework” and more “Sensei I absolutely want to ruin your life with my thighs.” At first it feels like a normal school day: you walk the halls, talk to the girls, check their work, act like a responsible adult. Except their smiles are just a little too shiny, their memories slip a bit when you ask simple questions, and sometimes a girl says something that sounds like she already fucked you in a scene that never happened. It’s like your brain has save files you don’t remember making. One girl clings to your arm and calls you by a pet name you’re sure you never told her. Another one knows exactly what you’ll say before you say it. The romance here isn’t slow burn, it’s like someone already burned it once and you’re watching the leftover smoke.

The fun part is when the flirting starts feeling like déjà vu porn. You flirt with a shy class rep in an empty classroom, her hands shaking while she tries to confess some “secret.” She says this is her first time, but her dialogue feels weirdly polished, like she’s reading from a script she’s read a hundred times. You grab her waist, push her against the desk, her skirt rides up, and you get this strange sting in your head, like you did this exact scene before with different lighting. You keep going anyway, obviously. Her panties are damp, she’s biting your name, and for a second the whole background glitches and then snaps back. She acts like nothing happened and you’re the only one left breathing hard, wondering if this world is just looping your dirtiest choices. It’s horny, yeah, but also a tiny bit creepy in that “I should probably close this tab but I won’t” way. Sex scenes hit that mix of soft and filthy: girls that moan like good romance heroines but they’re also begging to be choked a little, or to be praised like they’re your perfect student while you rail them over the teacher’s desk. There’s one scene in the nurse’s office that goes from tender to absolutely feral the second the door “accidentally” locks and she asks you to check more than just her temperature. I got distracted staring at the little UI buttons during that scene because they don’t match the tone at all, they look like they belong in some cutesy otome, and it annoyed me more than it should. Anyway, the more you chase the girls and unlock their routes, the more the whole fake-school vibe breaks apart, like a horny dream that starts to remember it’s a nightmare. You’re supposed to guide your students, but half the time it feels like they’re luring you into repeating something you already did, like they’re trying to drag you back into old saves where you made worse choices. And the messed up thing is, the game kind of makes that feel hot.

You start as this so‑called “master hentai artist” who secretly can’t draw for shit, which already made me laugh, because same. Instead of learning anatomy, you get handed this shady alien camera that literally pops you into different anime timelines and lets you shoot lewd pics of characters in their own world. The game doesn’t pretend to be deep art or whatever. It’s more like: here’s a horny excuse to stalk Nico Robin across One Piece moments and see how many times you can make her blush, moan, then pretend she’s still in control. You’re this clueless virgin guy trying to act professional while your hands are shaking because her tits are basically in your face during “photo sessions”.

The “VN with puzzles” thing is actually funny, because half the time the “puzzle” is just you trying to not stare at her tits while you solve some tiny logic thing or pattern thing that unlocks the next scene. You think you’re here to click through dialogue, then suddenly you’re matching stuff under time pressure while Robin is teasing you on screen, leaning forward, sucking on a lollipop way too slow, talking about “better angles” for the shots. First time she let me “adjust” her pose, I thought it’d just be a static change, and then she actually started moving, riding the invisible camera, full animated tits bouncing while your character tries to keep his composure. My mouse hand was absolutely not used for aiming at that point.

There’s a moment where you fuck up the task and instead of a normal “fail” screen, Robin basically climbs into your space, grabs you by the collar and says you’ll have to “pay for wasting her time”. That switches into a sequence where you’re flat on your back, she’s on top, rubbing herself on your dick through clothes first, super slow, lots of teasing. She keeps stopping right before sliding you in, asking stupid questions like “is this your first time?” while you’re clearly about to explode. When she finally sinks down on you, it hits extra hard because the game held you on that edge for too long. Creampie is not optional either. She pushes your hips in when you try to pull out, almost mocking you, telling you to “fill your own masterpiece”. It’s dirty in that way that feels more playful than cruel, like she enjoys seeing you lose control. And then you get thrown back into another timeline, acting like a “pro hentai photographer” again while your legs are still shaking.

Oral and titfuck scenes feel like rewards for poking around every little option. One run I kept choosing the slightly polite answers and ended up with Robin on her knees, pretending it’s a “research on male stamina”. She takes your cock between her boobs first, rubbing oil on them, pressing them together so tight it almost looks painful, then licking the tip every time it pops out. When she finally takes you in her mouth, the camera framing changes just enough to show spit and tongue, and it’s weird how proud I felt when she gagged a bit. Another time I played the idiot and pushed every teasing dialogue line and she just shut me up with a deepthroat scene with zero warning. No romance, just “fine, if you’re that desperate” and she goes all the way down. The game kind of teaches you that different choices lead to different flavors of the same kink, which for replay freaks like me is... dangerous. I kept telling myself “ok, last route” while my browser had like 12 auto‑save files.

The group stuff catches you off guard too, because you think it’s just Robin for a while, then suddenly the device drops you in a scenario where there are other bodies around, and the vibe changes from intimate teasing to “oh shit, I’m actually the center of a small orgy now”. Robin does not get jealous. She gets competitive. There’s this part where she pulls you out of another girl’s mouth and wraps her own lips around the tip, eyes locked on the other girl like “see, this is how you do it”. You end up switching holes, positions, angles so fast it almost feels like a mini puzzle scene where the solution is “everybody gets a turn on your cock”. At one point you’re buried inside Robin’s pussy, another girl riding your face, and someone yelling about needing a “better shot” for the sensei. I kind of wished there was a simple free mode without all the clicking so I could just, you know, enjoy, but no, you’re still juggling inputs while three women argue about who gets the last creampie.

What I really liked is how the game absolutely knows you’re playing a virgin dork and never lets you forget it. Even when you’ve already fucked Robin raw, she still treats you like a student when you hold the camera, correcting your posture while her ass brushes your crotch, telling you to “focus on the subject” while her nipple is practically resting on your cheek. It’s not realistic at all, obviously, but it nails that fantasy where you’re useless at real art, yet somehow every hot girl in the timeline wants to help you “practice” by wrapping their thighs around your waist. My notes app on my phone literally has a line that just says “Robin, oil, puzzle timer, holy shit” from when I had to pause the scene because I almost failed the minigame while she was bouncing on my lap.

And there is that tiny annoying thing where the teasing can drag a bit too long before you finally get to pound her properly, but then when she’s riding you and you’re forced to watch her face up close, hair sticking to her cheeks, moaning something about “perfect composition” right as you cum inside her, suddenly that complaint didn’t matter anymore and I forgot what I wanted to say in the first place.