Second year at Wentford is supposed to be about skipping lectures, half‑assed lab reports and maybe getting laid at some drunk dorm party if you’re lucky. Instead, you blow up one after‑class experiment, wake up with a dick, tits, curves and a body that can’t decide if it wants to be the heroine of a romance VN or the main attraction of Pornhub’s weirdest search page. The game throws you right into that “oh shit” feeling: you’re still you, same memories, same best friend from childhood, same crushes, but now every shower, every locker room, every crowded hallway in campus hits different. People you knew look at you in a new way. Some stare. Some pretend they don’t, then you catch them in the mirror. The whole vibe is “I’m not supposed to be turned on by this” while you’re very obviously turned on by this. It’s funny too, in that stupid meme way. The script has dumb jokes about bad chemistry puns, Dragon Ball references that are slightly wrong on purpose, and horny banter that actually sounds like Discord chat, not like some old dude trying to write “modern youth”. One moment you’re trying to figure out your schedule, next moment your professor bends over the desk and your new dick has its own plans. There is this scene in the lab, where you try to hide a raging futa boner behind a clipboard while your best friend talks about reaction yields, and the animation focuses on her lips way more than on the glassware. It’s not subtle. At all.

Sex stuff ramps up slowly if you want, then suddenly you’re juggling a horny roommate with big tits who “accidentally” walks around in a crop top, a milf neighbor who brings you homemade cookies and checks your “recovery”, and a bunch of girls at campus who think you’re the coolest freak accident ever. Sometimes it’s soft and romantic, kissing in the rain near the dorms, slow handjob in the dark, quiet little I‑love‑you that feels too real. Then next route it’s you buried between a thick ass and a pillow, watching your own cock slide into someone while another girl sits on your face, and you’re like, yeah ok, this escalated. There is lesbian stuff, there is full futa on girl pounding, there is anal that starts with teasing and ends with a messy creampie where you didn’t expect it, there is even that one scene where you get a footjob on the couch while another girl pretends to watch Netflix on her phone. Animations are short loops but they hit the right spots: hips rolling, cum spurts, tongue on clit, subtle ass jiggle. I like that they show the body transformation not just as “haha now you’re hot” but as corruption too. Your choices push you toward being caring and romantic, or a voyeur creep spying through doors, or a jealous cheater who fucks someone raw then still goes home to cuddle another girl like nothing happened. The interracial stuff slips in like it’s no big deal, which I personally like, but some people might want more build‑up there. I kinda wish the school parts had more actual studying, more chemistry puzzles or something, but who am I kidding, nobody loads an eroge for balanced academia. I opened it “just to check it out” on my phone, next thing I know I’m doing route math in a Google Keep note and replaying that scene where your best friend slowly goes from shy curiosity to grinding on your lap in the dorm chair. And there was something I wanted to say about titfucking in the bathroom stall, but now I’m thinking about the corrupted version of that same girl later, when she offers herself to a whole group like it’s totally natural, and I forgot what my point was. Anyway, the game is one long, horny identity crisis with big asses, big choices and that special kind of campus chaos where every door you open might have someone masturbating behind it, including you.

Man, this One Punch Man parody hits different than I expected. You're playing as some wannabe hero trying to climb the rankings while dealing with Tatsumaki and other monster girls who are way more interested in fucking than fighting. The whole thing starts innocent enough - you're doing typical RPG stuff, training stats, picking dialogue options - but then suddenly you're getting handjobs from green-haired psychics and the game's asking if you want to use toys during combat encounters.

The turn-based system is weird because sometimes you're actually fighting monsters and sometimes you're just trying not to cum too fast during sex scenes. Like there's this one part where I'm battling some creature and the next screen I'm balls deep in her getting a creampie scene. The transitions don't make much sense but honestly who cares when Tatsumaki's giving you that look. Though I gotta say the humor lands pretty well - they nail that OPM vibe where everything's simultaneously serious and completely ridiculous. The protagonist's this skinny virgin type who keeps getting into situations way over his head, which tracks for the source material.

What threw me off was how the transformation stuff works - characters change during scenes but it's not always clear why or when it'll happen. One minute you're talking to a normal-looking girl, next she's got tentacles or whatever and you're doing anal. The masturbation mechanics feel tacked on too, like they needed to hit certain tags but didn't know how to integrate them naturally. Still, when it works it really works - the oral scenes with monster girls are genuinely hot and the whole "hero ranking" thing gives you actual goals beyond just seeing titties. Plus the parody elements mean you're not taking any of it too seriously, which helps when the plot gets completely bonkers.

The game starts with this dumbly simple setup: you drag your ass back home from college, expecting the usual boring landlady routine, and instead you walk into this weird, horny retirement crossover event. Grandma has a “friend” staying over, which already sounds suspicious, and the whole thing turns into a slow burn where you’re basically trying to fuck someone who should 100% be complaining about back pain, but instead she’s the one giving you a hard time. Literally. It leans into all the classic house-perv stuff: creeping past half-open doors, pretending you “accidentally” walk in on her while she’s half naked, morning wood scenes where you’re just waiting for her to notice that tent in the sheets and do something bad with it. The writing is shameless about it. You’re not some innocent guy; you’re clearly there to see how far you can push this woman who keeps acting proper while you’re checking out her ass in every room of the house.

The best part for me is when you start crossing that line from accidental to “yeah, we’re doing this on purpose.” There’s this shower bit where you’re clearly peeping, and the game doesn’t even try to hide that it wants you to stare. Water running down her body, her hand lingering way too long between her legs, like she’s either pretending not to notice you or she knows you’re on the other side of the glass and gets off on it. Later on, there’s a sleep scene where she’s napping in this totally un-grandma pose, shirt riding up, no bra, and the game straight up gives you the option to touch her while she’s out. No moral bullshit, no “are you sure?” pop up, just “do you grope or do you chicken out?” When your hand slides under her top and she shifts in her sleep, half moaning, half trying to stay “asleep”, it hits that pervy, wrong-but-hot vibe the game is clearly built around. And yeah, you’ll probably save scum it to see both outcomes, because who wouldn’t.

Her whole personality is this mix of old-school manners and dirty tension. She scolds you for not helping around the house, calls you a “young man” like she’s about to lecture you, then glances down at your crotch and lingers a second too long. There’s a breakfast scene where she sits across from you in this loose house dress, no underwear, and when you look closely you can see the hint of wetness on her inner thigh if you bother clicking. That’s the kind of tiny thing that actually made me smirk. The game wants you to be a creeper, it rewards you for it. You get scenes where she “accidentally” barges into your room, catches you jerking off, and instead of screaming, she just stands there frozen, staring at your cock, breathing heavy. Her excuses are so weak it’s funny: she came to “check the window” while you’re clearly mid-stroke, cum running down your hand. Later she tries to pretend nothing happened but then her skirt gets shorter, her neckline gets lower, and suddenly she’s bending over in front of you every five minutes. It’s not subtle, but subtlety is overrated when you’re watching a woman old enough to be a grandma kneel between your legs and wrap her lips around your shaft, pretending she’s only “helping you relieve some stress from your studies.” She takes it slow, holds eye contact, lips stretched tight, saliva running down your balls, one hand stroking, the other digging her nails into your thigh when you finally unload down her throat and she keeps swallowing like she’s been waiting for this the whole damn time.

Everything looks kind of cheap at first glance, and that’s honestly part of the charm here. You’re this dude who thinks he’s just getting a boring new life, but instead you’re stuck in a tiny place with Ember, your stepsis who talks like she wants to kill you and fuck you at the same time. She’s got that “I’m annoyed at you” face while walking around in shorts that absolutely do not fit the idea of a healthy sibling relationship. The banter hits fast. One minute she’s calling you useless, next minute she’s leaning over you to grab a mug, tits pressing into your shoulder like it’s nothing, and the camera lingers just a bit too long. The AI art makes her expressions kind of uncanny if you stare too hard, like there’s something crawling under her skin, but that actually fits. She looks a little too perfect, like a horny goddess generated by a machine that has seen too much porn and not enough real people. I like it. I hate it. It works.

Then you go to your new job at the model agency, and everything goes from “awkward home porn setup” to “okay, which of these women is going to ruin my soul first.” You’re hired as some systems engineer, but nobody actually cares about your code. Half the time you’re stuck in the office with a busty manager bending over your desk, the other half you’re talking to models with asses so round they look like someone just pulled them out of an image generator with the sliders broken. There’s this one moment early on where you’re checking security footage for clues about the missing model, Mara, and instead of focusing on, you know, the crime, you pause the video because she’s walking past the camera and her tits bounce in this weird but hypnotic way. Like gravity got confused. The scene keeps going, with you pretending to analyze data while the dialogue is basically flirting with doom. It’s very “yeah, I’m trying to solve a mystery, but also I’m extremely hard right now.” By the way, the font on one of the menus is ugly as shit and nobody will care except me, and it annoyed me so much I kept noticing it in every choice popup.

The mystery part sneaks in under the dirty jokes. You’re laughing at Ember calling you a perv, then later you look at a picture of Mara and something is just off in the lighting, like the AI forgot how eyes should reflect light, and suddenly the scene feels cursed. There’s a bit where you’re alone in the office at night, scrolling through model portfolios, and it hits that exact weird mix: half boner, half dread. You open Mara’s profile and it’s all perfectly shaped milf types and big-ass centerfold shots, but then one close-up looks different, wrong, like her smile is stretched by a hand you can’t see. It reminded me of those creepy hentai edits where a normal face suddenly goes full ahegao except here it never fully goes there, it just hovers at the edge. The humor never really stops either; somebody makes a dumb pun while you’re poking around what might be evidence of a crime. It shouldn’t be funny, but it is, and that broken tone actually keeps it interesting. The game basically feels like an eldritch dating sim written by someone who jacks off to big tits and also reads horror threads at 4chan at the same time. Honestly, the sex vibes are more constant than the horror, yet that quiet feeling that something is watching from behind the pretty AI curves never goes away.