Izuku stuck in the bargain bin of hero schools already feels like some old shounen spin-off idea, but here it is, horny and kind of proud of it. Instead of the shiny U.A. life, you get this low-tier academy where everyone is trying to act like future heroes while also being extremely horny, extremely messy, and way too close in the dorms. Childhood friends dynamic hits right away: that awkward stage where you know exactly how someone looks naked in your imagination, but you still pretend you are “just friends who share dreams.” The game leans on that. You pick choices that look innocent, then suddenly Mina is pressing you against a locker, giggling, and asking if your “quirk” reacts to stress while her hand is already testing the theory through your pants. It feels like fanfic you read on AO3 on a bad day, but with actual branching routes and more explicit details than they could ever post there without getting banned.

What I liked is how it twists familiar faces into something filthier without losing all the charm. Tsuyu is still quiet and a bit shy, but here she is not some pure frog girl idol. She gets curious. She tilts her head, stares at your crotch, and asks straight if your stamina matches your training record. There is this scene where she offers to “help you relax” by the pool after class and the text really goes into describing her tongue as it lazily circles the tip, then speeds up, then slows again, like teasing is her real power. Already seen a hundred blowjob descriptions in porn games, yet this one actually made me pause my Spotify on my phone so I could focus. Then there is Toru. Honestly, invisible girl sex scenes are always hit or miss, but here they use the idea nicely: clothes floating to the floor, wet sounds in an empty classroom, desks moving, you seeing nothing but somehow feeling way more watched. You get these lines like “You feel fingers trace your chest, then lower, but the only thing you see is the bulge in your pants twitching” and it hits that invisible fetish in a surprisingly pervy way.

Not everything is perfect, obviously. Some lines sound like they were written by two different people and stitched together at 3% brain battery. You get this really hot buildup with Fumikage’s dark, broody energy, him pinning you in the moonlit hallway, Dark Shadow curling around both of you in a very not-safe-for-hero-course way, and then suddenly the narration uses a weird word like “unctuous” for pre-cum and my whole boner just laughed. Also, Inko shows up in this timeline and they go full “thicc lonely mom who worries way too much and touches your arm too long” route. One evening in her small apartment, the game makes you decide if you stay on the couch with her, and if you say yes, she leans in, her tits pressed against your arm, asking if the academy is really that stressful and if “mommy can make things easier.” The description of her nipples poking through the thin home shirt is actually better written than half the main route, which is weird and also kind of hot. But then a random line break appears in the middle of a sentence and I kept thinking about that instead of her hand slipping under the blanket. Minor thing, but it sticks. Still, when Mina drags you to the rooftop, wind blowing, her skirt barely staying down, then just says “fuck the rankings, fuck the rules, fuck me,” and climbs on your lap, riding you while you try not to scream loud enough for the whole cheap academy to hear, the game suddenly feels very sure of itself. Then it goes back to awkward dialogue again. Then it gets hot. Then weird. Then hot. Which, honestly, fits this sort of parody vibe way too well.

There’s something oddly satisfying about watching Monica lose her grip - like seeing a queen forget her crown in the middle of a party and pretending she doesn’t care. The game doesn’t beg you to like her, which makes it even better when she starts slipping. I didn’t expect to get so hooked on her attitude, that smug smile before everything goes downhill. It’s not even about the sex at first (though let’s be real, you don’t play this kind of thing for philosophy). It creeps up on you, the way she looks at herself in the mirror after the first time she crosses one of her own lines. I kept thinking, “nah, she won’t go *that* far,” and then she does, with that lazy smirk like she’s been planning it all along.

The voyeur stuff hits harder than I thought - it’s not just some random camera angle, it feels meaner, like the game’s winking at you while she pretends not to notice. There’s this scene where she’s supposed to “teach a lesson” but ends up bent over a desk getting spanked instead, and the sound design there is too good. Like, uncomfortably good. Tiny details: the breath hitch, the crack of palm on skin, that stutter in her voice. I laughed right after, not sure if it was hot or pathetic. Maybe both. The sandbox part almost ruins it though - you wander around too much, trying to trigger scenes, and half the time I was checking my phone mid-dialogue because nothing was happening except her chewing someone out. And yet when the corruption bits kick back in, it’s like an entirely different game. You forget how slow it felt two minutes ago.

I don’t even know why I liked the lesbian arc as much as I did. Probably because it felt softer, less performative. Or maybe because the other girl looked genuinely into it - rare thing in these games. There’s this one moment with a toy, some teasing, and then Monica laughs in a way that’s half humiliation, half relief. It’s stupidly human. I almost wished they’d ended it there, but then came the blackmail twist and suddenly everyone’s dirty again. Somehow that’s exactly what I wanted.

City of Broken Heroes feels like somebody took a Marvel movie, made the guys squishy and weak, then said “ok, but what if every woman was horny, pissed off, and had zero HR department.” It starts almost normal: you land in this neon freakshow of a city, confused, dick out, no clue how anything works. Then a seven foot tall “hero” in latex and armor collar-checks you with one hand and you realize: alright, I’m a chew toy here. The whole thing is this mix of sci-fi and magic and bdsm where you’re officially a slave, unofficially the pervy glitch in the system who doesn’t stay in his cage.

What I like is how the game makes you feel fragile and dangerous at the same time. Men are biologically weaker, so yeah, women toss you around, sit on your face like it’s a chair, use you as a dildo tester, all that. But once you start picking up these illegal powers and gear, you kind of become the city’s worst customer service complaint. One night I was sneaking through an alley to spy on one of the heroines, got caught by her twin bodyguards, and instead of a normal fight it turned into this “punishment session” where they test different toys on you between turn based combat rounds. You win the round, you get a chance to flip the table and fuck them against the wall. You lose, they edge you with handjobs and oral until you’re begging and they just laugh and walk away. I hated it. I replayed it three times.

The sex itself is very explicit, but it always feels tied to the power imbalance and not just random porn spam. One “training” scene has an older heroine, proper milf energy, using you like a stress ball while she reads reports. She sits in her huge chair, pulls your head between her tits, strokes you with lazy fingers, then without even looking at you tells another girl “see, this is why you keep men on a short leash.” Later, when you finally get strong enough, you crash her raid, blast her shields in combat, and the rematch is you pinning her, fucking that big ass into the desk while she swears she’ll collar you again. She won’t. She totally will, the game loves to remind you who runs things here. Half the fun is that whiplash: one scene you dominate a squad of monster girls, filling them one by one, creampies dripping while they worship your “hidden potential.” Next scene, a different heroine throws you on the floor, sits on your cock, rides you raw, creampie, then snaps a pic for blackmail and makes you clean her boots with your tongue. And you keep going back to that part of town anyway. That’s the vibe.

Tomai feels like one of those messy horny summers you remember wrong on purpose. You’ve got this cocky little guy who thinks he’s hot shit in his tiny village, tossing himself between hanging out with his chill monster dad, this weirdly intense Lady who clearly knows more than she says, and two best friends who are so obviously fuck material it almost hurts. The whole thing plays out over a handful of days before the Night Festival, but it never feels rushed. You’re bouncing between lazy lakeside afternoons, drunk laughing in someone’s cramped-ass bedroom, smoking under trees while everyone pretends they’re “just friends,” and then suddenly you’re in the middle of some soft-core emotional chaos where somebody’s hand is exactly where it shouldn’t be. It’s not porn that jumps at you in the first second. It’s that slow-build kind of erotic, like when you’re on Discord at midnight, typing dumb jokes, and the chat suddenly shifts into “ok but what if we actually kissed though” energy.

The sex doesn’t feel like some porn studio script. It’s clumsy sometimes, sweet sometimes, occasionally too much and you’re like ok, calm down, you are still children of the forest or whatever. The boys especially, Burdoc and Malik, they’ve got that idiot-friends-who-accidentally-make-out vibe. One minute they’re teasing Tomai about being “a big deal” and the next you’re watching them pin him down on the grass, fingers on his waist, breath way too close, and you feel that little lurch of “oh shit, they might actually go all the way.” When it gets explicit, it leans into bodies, sweat, little sounds, the awkwardness of someone not sure where to put their hands, the shock when a tongue goes lower than expected. It is horny, but not factory-produced horny. More like walking home from a date, replaying every time their thigh brushed yours, except here you do get to see what happens when someone finally snaps and says fuck it, come here. There is also this whole quiet queer thing going on, like everyone is way too chill with how flexible their attraction is, but not in a fake woke way. More like: “yeah, I want to ride my best friend and maybe also worship this terrifying goddess and ask my dad why he looks so hot in that robe” kind of way. Feels relatable if you ever had a crush on three people at the same party.

What surprised me is how intimate the small stuff is. Like you’ll spend a day just fishing with Father, the sun low, water slow, the conversation circling around growing up and expectations, and suddenly your brain jumps to those nights where you open Twitter to check memes and end up doomscrolling queer threads about “found family” and “polycules that actually work.” The game quietly says: yeah, you can love more than one person, you can want more than one body, and it doesn’t have to blow up in drama every time. Sex here fits inside that mood. Sometimes it’s comforting, almost like aftercare before the actual care. Sometimes it’s a horny mistake that still feels good. The festival becomes this excuse for everyone to push past what they usually pretend in public. You get that mood of: are we still just joking or is your hand staying on my thigh a little too long on purpose. It’s not polished, some scenes feel a bit rough, like a fanfic draft your friend sends you on Telegram at 2 in the afternoon, but that roughness actually fits. There are dick jokes beside serious talks about futures, kisses that turn into grinding, a lazy afternoon that becomes a threesome if you play it right. It’s queer, a bit shameless, sometimes soft, sometimes filthy, like puberty plus magic plus “I saw this on Pornhub and wanna try.” Not subtle, not clinical, just horny kids on the edge of adult life, pretending they’re in control while their bodies and hearts absolutely are not.