College looks normal on the surface: crappy dorm beds, group chats blowing up over nothing, professors who talk like podcasts on 0.75x speed. Under all that, this game quietly hands you a body that does not stay put. You start as this regular 18-year-old guy, horny and stressed and barely holding it together, and then your skin starts crawling in ways that aren’t just “I need to jerk off before lecture.” Limbs stretch when you panic, muscles twist into inhuman shapes, and your reflection occasionally smiles before you do. The story doesn’t treat it like some heroic anime glow-up either. It feels dirty, like your own body is hitting on you and you can’t tell it to stop. That’s the fun of it, though: you’re constantly one bad choice away from accidentally showing everyone that the cute freshman with the big cock can also casually grow tentacles out of his back.

What really hooks you is how the erotic stuff grows out of that corruption instead of being tacked on. One scene you’re trying to stay calm in a packed lecture hall while your power reacts to a random boner, and the next scene you’re in a bathroom stall, literally reshaping yourself just enough to jerk off without leaving obvious traces, only to lose control and end up painting the walls with thick, barely-human cum. And when the game starts playing with gender shift, it doesn’t pretend it’s some wholesome identity journey. You slide into a soft, curvy version of yourself with big tits and a fat ass because it feels good and because you realize how easy it is to make people stare. There’s a kind of wrong thrill in turning into a stacked girl to get closer to some dude who’d never look at you as a guy, then tempting him into a messy titjob or sloppy blowjob while your mind is still very much male, buried somewhere under the bouncing flesh and ruined mascara. The writing leans into that twisted mix of arousal and shame: you’re hard even when you don’t have a dick, dripping in all the wrong places, surrounded by people who think you’re just another thirsty coed while something inside you writhes like a monster in heat.

Then there are the actual monsters, the things that gave you this power in the first place. They don’t just show up for fights; they slither into the sex. Tentacles that push under your clothes when you’re trying to act normal on a date, thick coils sliding between your transformed thighs while you’re grinding on some unsuspecting classmate, that awful, amazing moment where you realize you can open yourself in ways no human body should and take every inch of it. Scenes stack up where you’re pinned to a dark alley wall, or bent over some forgotten rooftop edge, body shifting to accommodate impossible girth, every hole filled and overflowing until you’re basically covered in cum, breathing hard and half laughing because part of you likes being used like that. Sometimes you turn it around and use your powers to be the monster instead, growing extra hands for a rough handjob, reshaping your mouth for deeper oral, pushing into a wet, stretched pussy while your skin ripples and your partner doesn’t even notice at first. The horror part never totally leaves; even when you’re riding a dick or taking a monster cock, there’s this background hum that you’re one wrong pulse away from snapping into something no longer human. And yet you keep pushing, keep masturbating with a body that can grow new angles to touch, chasing stronger orgasms while you try to pretend you’re just a normal freshman and not a walking sex-horror glitch waiting to explode all over the world.

In this small community, things are not quite what you might expect. Our protagonist is an imperfect young man who grew up as the target of bullying, a real nobody with a literal bag over his head. As much as he can’t help what he looks like, he also can’t help but be empathetic to those around him. Players are challenged to look beneath the surface and explore the depth of rich storytelling within. After a series of tragic circumstances, his life will change completely! He will be given the chance to rise from his outcast origins to become either the biggest pimp the world has ever seen... or overcome his primal urges to stand up against an organization that has become the world's worst bully, all while seducing, romancing, and exploring the residents of his home town. Will you choose to be an enslaver or a noble savior of the world? Or will you blow it all up and lose everything? Will you discipline and corrupt those you meet? Or will you show compassion and love, perhaps leading to romance and fatherhood? The choice is yours...

You’re the poor bastard who climbed the ladder just high enough that nobody shoots you, but everybody dumps their shit on your desk. Whole galaxy is rotting, planets choking on smog, priests screaming about purity, and you’re in a cramped office where the lights buzz like insects while you decide if some mining colony gets air filters or “thoughts and prayers.” And right in the middle of that, you keep tripping over women who want to fuck you, argue with you, manipulate you, or all three at once. Not because you’re some chosen hero, but because your signature can save their lives or destroy their whole world, and in this empire, pussy is just another kind of paperwork.

You start as this awkward virgin clerk who suddenly has real power, and the game never lets you forget how weird that is. One moment you’re reading a report about famine on a frozen shithole planet, next moment a bored noble MILF is sitting too close on your couch, pretending she’s worried about “trade quotas” while her hand creeps up your thigh. She’s old enough to have kids in the guard, tits poured into some ridiculous formal dress, and she’s treating your office like it’s a private bedroom. You can push her away and grill her about corruption, or you grab her hair and she drops on her knees between your legs and starts sucking like this is the only way she remembers how to negotiate. The game is blunt about it: she wants a better result on your decision, and she’s ready to slobber on your cock for it, lipstick smeared, eyes watering, trying to moan around your dick while you skim her file. And it’s fucked up, because while she’s gagging on you, you’re also actually reading the numbers and thinking, “yeah, this planet is screwed.”

That’s kind of how the whole thing feels: serious and horny at the same time, like someone mashed a grim sci fi bureaucracy sim with a porn VN and just didn’t apologize. There’s this cute junior scribe who brings you data slates and looks like she’s gonna burst from stress, and if you’re gentle, she slowly cracks, starts opening up about how terrified she is of getting reassigned to some nightmare warzone. First time you manage to calm her down, she leaves… but if you keep backing her, she eventually turns up in your room, shutting the door, cheeks red, hands shaking as she offers herself like she’s filing a desperate last-minute request. She’s still technically the one begging, but you KNOW the power is in your hands when she climbs into your lap and whispers that she’s never done this before, then winces as you push inside her, tight and wet and clinging to your shirt so hard the fabric creaks. And right after you finish, there’s this short, shitty silence, like “ok, cool, now you both work in the same office tomorrow.” No magic romance fade-out, just sticky thighs and a stack of forms on the desk you still have to sign.

What caught me was how your traits twist those scenes. Pick paranoid and you’re double-checking everyone, even when some guardwoman with arms thicker than your waist is riding your dick in a barracks bunk, using you like a toy because she’s lonely and half drunk, and your brain is still going “is she trying to get a transfer out of that meat grinder of a front line?” Go empath and it actually stings when a woman offers her body like it’s the last thing she has left to bargain with. You can still grab her by the hips and fuck her raw over your office table, her moans mixing with the quiet hum of cogitators, but it hits different when you realize her whole world literally hangs on the word you’re going to stamp on that form after you pull out and she’s dripping on your paperwork. The art has that rough AI feel sometimes, but every now and then a scene lands just right: a milf with tired eyes but a hungry mouth, a scared virgin biting her lip while you push in slowly, a smirking manipulator who’s clearly enjoying the game more than you are. It’s messy, it’s not “nice,” and it leans into the idea that in this empire, romance, lust, fear, and red tape are all the same fucking language. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

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.