New Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher walks into Hogwarts and nobody is ready for what you actually want to “teach”. The school looks normal on the surface, the usual house rivalry, flying brooms, dumb rules about curfew and behavior. But under that, you get this slow, dirty slide where the girls start breaking rules just to get sent to your office. It begins pretty soft, like a regular school sim with a bit of flirting. Then at some point you realize you are basically running your own private corruption project inside Hogwarts and nobody is stopping you. It feels wrong in exactly the way people come to these sites for, and the game knows that very well.

The first time you drag a student into your office for “punishment”, the tone shifts hard. There is this click, when the button goes from normal teacher choice to “bend over my desk” and you just know the story is not going back to innocent territory. Spanking is not just slapped on as a fetish, it actually becomes a language in the game. Ginny acting all fiery and proud until you make her count every hit. Hermione coming in full of rules and books, convinced she can talk her way out, then realizing that every answer that annoys you just means more hits across her ass. That moment when you see her flinch, then slowly start to breathe heavier, and the game lets you push that line from discipline into something she is clearly not supposed to enjoy. It almost feels goofy at times, like some fanfic that went too far after midnight, but then one little text line lands and it suddenly turns really hot again. I hated that I liked it, and honestly I loved that I hated it.

Nothing in the game is really polished. Menus are a bit clunky, pacing sometimes weird, and one event made me click back and forth like an idiot in Chrome because I thought I broke it. But the rough edges sort of make it feel like some forbidden project hidden on a random hard drive, not a shiny Steam thing. One moment you are trying to raise affection, next moment you are trading their dignity for house points like it is the most normal thing in the world. Romance is there too, in this twisted way, especially with Hermione. She does not just flip from pure to slut in one scene; you grind her down slowly, scene by scene, choice by choice, until she starts asking what kind of “extra lessons” you want. Then Bellatrix shows up with her crazy energy and the whole mood shifts again, like the corruption from the school leaks out into something darker and more dangerous. It is messy, horny, unfair, sometimes surprisingly sweet, sometimes just straight up cruel. The story keeps dangling that idea that you are the responsible adult here, while handing you every tool to be anything but.

Starship discipline is completely fucked here, in the funniest, dirtiest way possible. You get handed the captain’s chair on the Cerritos, but it feels more like they dumped you in a floating frat house filled with horny degenerates in Starfleet colors. Everyone is used to Admiral Freeman looking the other way, so when you start trying to clean things up, the crew basically tells you to suck it. Half the time you’re walking down a corridor and some ensign has their uniform half open, covered in cum, trying to hide a hard-on or wiping drool off their lips after “checking the sonic shower.” The ship looks like Star Trek, but the mood is more like a super trashy porn parody where nobody remembered the part about “professional behavior.” And you are absolutely encouraged to abuse that.

The center of the chaos is Beckett Mariner, of course. She knows you can’t just throw the admiral’s daughter out an airlock, so she tests every limit she can. One moment she’s lounging in your chair with her boots on the console, tits almost spilling out of her uniform jacket, fake-innocent face and those stupid ahegao eyes when you finally snap and drag her into the ready room. The game really likes that shift from “smartass brat” to “corrupted little cumtoy,” especially when you start using blackmail. You catch her in compromising spots, collect dirty data, and then slowly push things from “get on your knees and swallow” to “bend over the tactical console, I want to see just how tight that ass is.” She resists in that playful way at first, talks back, but the art leans heavy into humiliation: tears in the corners of her eyes, tongue out, mascara a mess, expression halfway between hating you and begging you to creampie her again. The AI-style CG is weirdly perfect for this kind of parody, everything slightly exaggerated, breasts too big for regulation uniforms, cumshots overdramatic, but it fits the whole “cheap bootleg holodeck program” vibe. And it is animated, so you really sit there watching her get filled, milk leaking, mouth drooling, your choices affecting if she ends up more broken-in, covered in bukkake like a used toy, or still pretending she’s in control while she rides you and moans your rank.

What caught me off guard is how the game doesn’t just stop at “straight captain dominates bratty officer.” Lower deck kids and random crew open up way dirtier routes. You walk into the cargo bay and spot two male ensigns “wrestling,” cocks out, one already dripping. That can spiral into you forcing them to service you as punishment, lining them up and choosing who takes you in the ass, who licks your balls clean, who drinks the load. There is gay stuff that doesn’t feel like an afterthought, more like the ship is just completely horny and nobody cares about orientation anymore. Then there is the whole trap and futa angle, uniforms hiding surprise dicks, big tits paired with a throbbing cock that strains the Starfleet fabric. One minute you think you’re punishing a cute, shy communications officer, next moment she drops her pants and you’re staring at a hard shaft and a wet slit both, and the game just goes “yeah, use all of it.” You can force them to suck you, fuck them until their own cum sprays on the control panel, or take it yourself if you lean into being a greedy captain who wants every hole filled. There are scenes where you make an officer pump milk out of her huge tits right onto the floor while everyone watches, or you order a line of crew to kneel and finish them off one by one, covering faces and mouths until they look like someone set a bukkake filter over a still from Lower Decks. Then there are cheating bits, too: married officers getting reamed in your quarters, whispering that their partner doesn’t touch them like this, while you record everything for later blackmail. It’s unapologetically trashy, sometimes mean, and occasionally so over the top you just start laughing, but it keeps that Star Trek parody flavor through all the corruption, like a filthy holodeck program somebody forgot to lock with a command code.

As the head trainer in an intense gymnastics gym where one particular student captures your full attention - a seductive teen gymnast who pushes her body over 8 hours a day, perfecting every muscle fiber, every move. She’s locked in an unforgiving routine marked by sweat, tears, and aching limbs, all aimed at winning a high-stakes competition that could change everything for her career and your reputation.

This isn’t just physical conditioning; it’s about mastering desires as much as muscles – and as her coach, you have to step beyond standard drills. Between sessions filled with relentless gym workouts, the tension builds thick and electric. Her youthful frame, glistening from exhaustive exercises, beckons you to offer more than guidance: secret moments that push boundaries.

She’s a prey caught in the grip of discipline, but also a siren tempting you with her tight leotard and flushed cheeks after exhaustion. You catch the hint in her eyes - a mixture of fatigue and invitation. With so many hours in the gym daily, this girl’s body screams for relief, and it’s up to you to decide how far you’ll go to cheer her on, to unlock pleasure alongside performance.

There’s a story here far removed from ordinary training sessions - it’s about craving control and surrender, punishment entwined with pleasure, and a connection forged through sweat and skin. Guiding her through that crucial competition means navigating the murky waters of power and lust, pushing limits both physical and erotic. The intoxicating blend of sport and seduction will lure you deeper into a game where discipline fades, replaced by pulsing need and urgent exploration.

As the lines between coach and desire blur, the stakes rise higher than any competition score. You’ll have to manage her rigorous schedule while teasing out the hunger that grows, crafting moments where she can release tension in ways offense never imagined. It’s a cat-and-mouse dance made of sweaty embraces and whispered promises, all culminating in electric encounters behind closed doors - each one more daring, more taboo than the last.

How far will you indulge the craving simmering beneath her toned skin? Can you maintain just enough control, or will you let temptation win and dive into a world where sport becomes an aphrodisiac, broken rules become invitations, and your provocatively trained protégé becomes something more than a student? All this awaits inside this hypnotic, lust-filled playground of gym mats and forbidden passions.

Constantly distracted by Miss Winters' alluring figure during the lesson? Obviously, your wandering eyes have brought you here: a stern one-on-one with Miss Edwards. Miss Edwards runs the school with an iron fist wrapped in velvet - she’s here to help when problems arise. Her goal is to fix whatever’s dragging you down so you can focus back on what really matters. It’s not just about discipline; it’s about reaching an understanding that benefits everyone involved. Don’t be surprised if the principal probes into why your thoughts wander to forbidden places during class. There’s a heavy silence hanging between you, filled with possibilities and unvoiced intentions. Your choices in this moment could open doors you never imagined - or slam them shut forever. She wields influence beyond the classroom and knows exactly how to wield it. Embrace this daring dialogue where educational boundaries blur and personal limits are tested. Work through this intense exchange to discover a resolution that arouses curiosity and respect alike. Engage with the narrative that challenges your focus and tempts you to lose yourself in this tempting power play.