It’s weird how this one opens so soft, like it’s pretending to be an average story about school life and studying, and then bam - someone’s hand is halfway down a skirt before you realize it’s even happening. The pacing’s all messed up in a good way, like the dev forgot what subtlety means but accidentally nailed tension instead. You’re walking through a hallway scene, low chatter from classmates, and then a camera pan catches Will’s reflection in a trophy case - his eyes look too damn curious. That’s when you know: this isn’t about grades. Cindy acts like she’s clueless, but you catch that smirk every time the screen lingers a second too long on her mouth. It’s not polished storytelling, but it’s the kind where you can smell the sweat before the clothes even start dropping.

The voyeur stuff hits differently here; it’s not shown like cheap shock but like this slow infection that spreads between scenes. You peek, then you keep peeking, and before long you’re complicit. There’s this one balcony scene - moonlight, wind, a half-whispered laugh - and then suddenly everything’s skin and breath and barely-there sound effects that make your phone vibrate like it’s judging you. I swear the devs have a thing for teasing you right to the edge just to throw in some totally unnecessary dialogue about saving the world. Who even remembers the fantasy subplot? It’s like the plot’s drunk, swaying between hero talk and someone’s mom bending over too slow. And yeah, I noticed the weird physics on the boobs during that group scene; they move like they’ve got their own quest log. Not complaining, just confused.

If you’re gonna play it, don't rush. Let it drag you through the awkward pauses and dumb jokes. The corruption stuff doesn’t hit hard if you spam-click past conversations; you gotta soak in the guilt, the little side glances. That’s where it gets spicy - where the world feels too real for a 2D mess of pixels. I kept thinking I’d close it after “just one more scene,” but then someone moaned out a name that wasn’t supposed to be moaned, and yeah... there went my evening.

New city, new campus, new guys to ruin your sleep schedule. You load this thing up on your phone, lying on the bed with Discord still pinging in the background, and suddenly you’re this awkward but kinda cute dude who doesn’t know anyone yet. No long intro, no epic narration, just you, some messy dorm energy, and a bunch of boys that look like they jumped out of a horny Twitter art thread. What really caught me is how the whole thing feels a bit rough around the edges, like someone’s sketchbook came to life. The animations are simple but they move just enough to make that bulge bounce, that tail flick, that tongue lick just a bit too slow. It’s not clean or perfect and that actually makes it hotter. Feels more intimate, like you’re looking at a horny VN someone drew on Clip Studio Paint at 4% battery and too many thoughts.

You start bumping into guys in class, in the hallway, at some stupid student club that clearly nobody funds, and at first it’s all normal. Small talk, cute faces, shy smiles, some joke about homework that you instantly forget. Then the writing flips and they start dropping hints. One has that quiet “I’ve been hurt before” vibe, another one acts like a cocky influencer but blushes the second you push him. There’s a wolf boy who looks like he smells like gym and cheap deodorant in the best way, and when he leans too close during a dialogue scene you kind of feel it in your chest and your dick at the same time. Some scenes go from “hey, wanna grab coffee” to “oh, you’re grinding on my lap in a dark corner” in like three clicks, with their ears twitching and eyes half lidded, and the MC just… lets it happen. The sex scenes don’t pretend to be classy. You get heavy breathing text, precum dripping on abs, your cock pushed between soft fur and hard muscle, guys moaning your name while their tails stiffen and their hips jerk. Sometimes they go a bit fast into the intimacy, like one second they’re sharing trauma and next second you’re raw-dogging on a dorm bed with messy sheets and a sock on the floor that’s really bothering me for some reason.

What I like is that the game doesn’t try to be “perfect representation” or some big statement, it just lets you be a horny dude meeting other guys who are complicated and needy and kind of idiots. There’s sweetness too, like when one of them opens up about some old dream he gave up on and you’re there, just texting him late at night, choosing if you flirt or actually listen. Sometimes the pacing is weird and a serious moment gets crushed by a sudden lewd CG where his dick is already out and your brain needs a second to catch up. Some routes feel way too short and a few scenes repeat backgrounds so much I started recognizing every pixel, but then again I replayed one particular confession scene three times just to see the different ways he reacts to you calling him “good boy”. The best part is when the game lets you be a little bastard: teasing, sending risky messages, watching the typing bubble appear in your head like WhatsApp, then touching him in public, ears flattening, cheeks red, trying not to whimper while you palm him through his jeans. It’s messy, kind of emotional, a bit unpolished, but there’s this raw hunger when two guys finally snap and make out, tongues deep, hands under shirts, claws on your back, your cock pressed between his thighs, and for a second the clumsy art and simple menus almost disappear because you’re just there, breathing with them, hard as hell.

Office was dead quiet when I opened this in a side tab, pretending to be “checking Tableau dashboards”. Yeah, sure. This is not a numbers game, unless you count cup sizes like I do. The whole thing spins around this girl, Luna, who starts off feeling pretty average, kind of lost in routine. Nothing special on paper, basic student life, but the fun part is how quickly her “normal” becomes totally fucked in the best way once she finds that weird little shop. It feels like someone mashed a comfy slice‑of‑life VN with a horny growth spreadsheet, then forgot to clean up the formulas. You click through dialogue like usual, but every potion choice is basically a data point in a very perverted line chart. Tits go up, ass goes wide, clothes stop respecting physics, and you keep thinking “ok, that’s enough” then push one more increment anyway.

What I liked is how slow the ramp is at the start. The first time her bra feels tight, it’s described so plain and small that my analytics brain instantly went “ah, baseline shift detected”. Then suddenly she leans over her desk, button strains a bit, roommate notices something is off, and you realise, oh, we’re actually doing a full time series here, not just one jump cut. It’s a visual novel, sure, but it feels like a growth sim hiding in VN clothes. You pick ingredients from the shop that sound half harmless, half cursed, mix them up, and there’s this little thrill when you click to the next scene like you’re refreshing a dashboard after changing filters. Some routes keep it modest for a while, like she’s just getting a bit more curvy, more confident, still fitting in public transport seats. Other times, if you go greedy with the recipes, she turns into walking fanservice and the story doesn’t even pretend to be realistic anymore. Which is fine. We’re already in “magic boob lab” territory.

I got irrationally annoyed by one tiny thing though: sometimes the dialogue repeats her surprise again and again, even after you already boosted her three times with the same potion. Girl, you watched your ass grow out of two pairs of jeans already, you are not “confused” anymore, you are running A/B tests on your own body. At least it feels that way. Still, there is this nice, guilty pleasure vibe when she looks at herself in the mirror and you can tell she is half scared, half turned on. That kind of scene hits harder than the big “wow huge now” moment for me. Also, the game quietly tracks your choices in the background like some horny analyst, feeding you different little reactions depending what path you push her toward. I kept thinking of it like a perversion funnel: start with mild curiosity, end with her filling doorframes and pretending this is still a normal student life. And yeah, I know I should have been doing pivot tables in Google Sheets instead of watching a fictional girl outgrow every outfit she owns, but honestly, watching those curves “trend upward” felt more satisfying than any quarterly growth report I ever made.

She’s the type of woman who walks into a lecture hall and the air just changes. Not because she’s loud - she doesn’t need to be. Her voice is low, deliberate, the kind that makes you lean in without realizing. Professor Reed doesn’t smile much, but when she does it’s never for you… until you start noticing that tiny hesitation in her tone when she calls your name. The game never rushes that tension; it lets it build and twist. Every talk in her office feels like a test you weren’t told about - intellectual, but charged as hell. The longer you stay in her orbit, the more it’s clear that she’s not as cold as she wants to be. That’s when the corruption starts creeping in, slow and almost polite at first.

There’s something really addictive about how it turns academic power games into foreplay. The writing doesn’t hold your hand - one minute you’re discussing ethics and the next you’re pulling her hair as she moans your name like it’s the only thing left she believes in. It’s not just sex scenes thrown at you (though yeah, there are plenty and they’re filthy). It’s the weird emotional rhythm between dominance and tenderness that makes everything hit harder. Her reactions - when she finally lets go, when the control slips - feel earned. Even the sandbox parts, where you can experiment a bit with how far you push her or yourself, somehow make the story more intimate instead of just checklist porn. You get to decide whether she’s your lover, your toy, or something in between.

And yeah, it’s graphic as fuck: messy titjobs that turn into handjobs that end in warm creampies on her perfect skin, moments of exhibitionism where she wants to be seen but hates that she wants it, and those rare flashes of romance that mess with your head more than any blowjob could. I found myself half turned on, half curious about how far she’d fall - or maybe how far I’d drag her down. It’s dirty, but not dumb about it. Like watching someone unbutton their soul, one button too late.