This one feels like it was written by someone who actually hates the main guy a little, and I mean that in a good way. You start as this tired delivery dude, running around, dropping packages, trying not to screw up, and of course he keeps screwing up. Wrong address, broken box, late order, all the usual crap. And then she shows up. Not as some magical savior or sexy boss out of nowhere, more like that woman you bump into on the street and you just know your day is going to get worse but you still look back at her ass. She clocks immediately that he’s weak in the knees, the type who’ll say “no” with his mouth and “yes” with his whole body, and she just goes, “Okay, you’re mine now,” without even needing to say it directly. The game doesn’t treat it like some huge destiny thing. It’s more like, you had bad luck, then you had worse luck, and now your bad luck has a hot, cruel smile and a quiet apartment.

What I liked is how the control starts small. She texts him while he’s still working deliveries, tells him to come over “just for a minute,” and you know that minute is not going to be a minute. You can try to act tough, try to keep your dignity, but the game loves to catch you in those in-between moments. Her making you wait on your knees in the hallway while she finishes a phone call in the other room, you staring at the floor, hearing only her voice through the door while your dick is already hard in your pants, that kind of thing. Nothing crazy happening, but you feel like a dog that trained itself. Then she starts playing with you more directly. The first time she strokes you off, it’s not this loving, porn-style handjob. She treats your cock like a toy she bought by mistake and is trying to decide if she’ll return it. Slow, lazy, almost bored, talking more about how pathetic you look than about how good you feel. She doesn’t even let you come right away, and when she finally does, she makes you watch where the cum lands like she’s grading you. It’s humiliating but also kind of funny, in a very mean way.

The pegging stuff is where the game really stops pretending she’s “nice.” She warms you up with teasing, makes you do stupid little things first, like masturbate for her while she sits there fully dressed, not touching you, only correcting your posture or telling you to moan louder because “the neighbors can’t hear properly.” By the time she actually pulls out the strap, you already betrayed yourself ten times. The scene that stuck in my head is when she pushes into you the first time and doesn’t praise you, doesn’t say you’re doing good, she just comments on how tight you are like you’re a stubborn jar she’s opening. There’s a moment where MC tries to hold some pride, tries not to make a sound, and the game lets you choose if you keep quiet or finally beg. Either way, she wins, but the flavor changes. If you beg, she smiles and rides your ass with this almost gentle cruelty, whispering how this is all you’re good for. If you stay stubborn, she gets colder, more mocking, and makes you come from it without even touching your cock. After that, every delivery job feels different, like the packages you carry are less heavy than the thought that at any moment she can text you one word and you’ll drop everything and go. The 3D models sell a lot of this just with her expression alone, the small eyebrow lifts, the little smirk when you embarrass yourself. I wish the UI didn’t hide half the lower screen during some scenes, it pissed me off more than it should, but then she’d grab the protagonist by the hair again and I forgot what I was complaining about. There’s a weird warmth too, like she’s not a cartoon villain, more like that strict mentor you really shouldn’t jerk off thinking about, while you’re literally jerking off because of her.

Lydia looks like that girl professors quote as an example when they want to guilt the whole class. Star student, polite, skirt the exact length the handbook wants, always with some heavy textbook clutched to her chest. First few scenes really sell that fake safe little routine: campus courtyard, library, neat dorm room with color-coded notes, her phone buzzing with reminders instead of horny texts. You can almost smell the stress sweat on her, and it’s not even sexual yet, just that tight feeling in the throat when you know one mistake will fuck up more than just your GPA.

Then the screw up hits. The game doesn’t treat it like some huge surprise twist, more like a slow, ugly slide. One bad choice, one bit of proof in the wrong hands, and suddenly this guy has her by the throat without touching her. That first blackmail scene in the empty classroom is weirdly quiet. No dramatic music, just her in that spotless school uniform, legs clenched, trying to stand straight while he leans way too close and explains how deep he can bury her if she doesn’t play along. There is no “are you sure” button. The novel just keeps going, and you are dragged with her.

What hits hard is how the sex starts small and mean instead of epic. A forced handjob under a desk while another girl presents at the front of the room, his dick pressed in her hand, her face a frozen mask. A “study session” that turns into him groping her tits while she tries to finish a worksheet, his fingers digging into soft flesh, thumb circling her nipple through the bra until she gasps and then he mocks her for it. Her first time is not candles and romance, it is him pushing her down on the cheap dorm bed, one knee between her thighs while she keeps whispering that this isn’t what she wants, and he reminds her of those screenshots. The camera loves her ass and tits, but it never lets you forget her eyes.

It escalates in that sick, logical way power always does. One blowjob in a locked storage room becomes sucking him off in a car parked just off campus, windows fogged while he films every second on his phone. Her “punishments” flip into “tasks.” Wear the skirt shorter. No panties this time. Sit at the front row while he messages her instructions, like “spread your legs a bit wider” and “touch yourself during the lecture.” There is this brutal little scene where he makes her unbutton her blouse in the faculty restroom, bra pushed up, her big tits spilling out while he slaps them and calls her his personal exhibition piece, snapping pics to send to his buddies. She tries to hold onto her “good girl” thing, repeating to herself that this is just to protect her scholarship, her family, her future, but the game keeps chipping away.

Group stuff comes in later, not as a surprise kink, more like a consequence. He “shares” her in some club backroom, her on her knees, mascara running while a line of guys use her mouth. One grabs her hair, another squeezes that round ass so hard she flinches, someone else spanks her and laughs when she jolts. There is this sticky, messy bukkake scene where her school uniform is ruined, shirt soaked with cum, white splatters in her hair and on her cheeks, and he tells her to walk back through campus like that under a coat, no shower, just shame sticking to her skin. Later, when he starts sending her to fuck random men for cash, it hits different. She is still a “virgin” in her head, clinging to the idea that she only lost it to him, pretending the prostitution thing is just business, not identity. The game quietly disagrees.

The humiliation is constant but not one-note. Sometimes it is physical, like spanking her ass red in a stairwell where any student could walk in. Sometimes it is smaller, like making her flirt with a teacher while his hand is crammed between her thighs, fingers teasing her pussy under the skirt, her trying to form normal sentences. There are moments where she is clearly wet and hates herself for it, breathing hard while some guy finishes inside her and pulls out, cum dripping down her thighs, and she has to pull up her panties and go back to “normal.” She slowly learns that “no” comes with a price. Say no and he leaks something. Say no and he drags someone she loves into the threat. Say yes and she gets praised like a pet. The corruption here is less about magical corruption and more about that small voice inside changing from “this is wrong” to “maybe I deserved this” without you even noticing which scene did it.

On the surface it is just another kinetic porn story about a busty schoolgirl being turned into a toy. Big tits, big ass, a uniform that spends more time on the floor than on her body, oral, anal, creampies, all the menu items. But under that, there is this itchy discomfort, especially when she starts volunteering poses before he even tells her, bending over a desk, pulling her panties aside by herself, forcing a smile while guys jerk off on her face. I liked that, and also hated it. Sometimes the game feels too honest about how control works. Sometimes it is just horny as fuck, like when two guys grab her, one shoving his cock in her mouth, the other lining up behind, and she is pinned between them, gagging and moaning, breasts bouncing while he pounds her from the back until she squeals and he spills inside her raw. Then class goes on. Library opens. Life pretends to be normal again.

You can play this on your phone browser while pretending to check Telegram or Reddit, thumb tapping through scenes, one hand under the desk. It fits that secret vibe. A dirty little story about a girl who thought she could keep her world clean. Turns out cum stains are harder to wash out than she planned.

You roll into VAM City thinking it’s going to be normal college life, maybe cheap coffee and boring lectures, but the whole place feels like it was designed by a horny psychologist who hates your dignity. Classes are almost background noise here. The real “curriculum” happens in the hospital corridors, the park at night, that too-clean café where the waitresses smile a bit too long, and of course the campus itself where every professor and senior seems to know you’re easy to fluster. The game throws you in as this kind of clueless male protagonist who thinks it’s a simple dating sim, then suddenly you’re kneeling in a nurse’s office, trying to keep eye contact while she taps a clipboard against your cheek like you’re a misbehaving pet. There’s humor in how shameless it all is. One moment a girl with a ridiculous ass is leaning over a vending machine “by accident,” next moment you get caught staring and she offers you a deal: do a few humiliating “favors” and maybe she lets you get a closer look next time. Or not. She might just laugh with her friend about how red your face gets.

The whole thing is sandboxy enough that you kind of wander around VAM City, picking where to waste your time and dignity. You hang at the park pretending you’re out for fresh air, but the game knows you’re actually hoping that strict college girl shows up to walk her dog again so she can order you to pick up after it “since you like watching so much.” At the café you get stuck wiping tables while a busty barista leans down to “check your work,” her tits almost in your face while she insults your cleaning skills and your stamina in the same breath. There’s this breaking of your ego that is somehow playful and cruel at the same time. They joke, they humiliate, they make you pay coins you barely have just to buy them something stupid like a milkshake or a new collar for their cat, and you do it, because the promise of a short animation of her grinding on your lap or choking you with a forced blowjob is just barely enough to keep you chasing. Some scenes lean pretty hard into voyeur stuff too. You peek through a classroom door, thinking you’ll see something soft and romantic, but it’s actually a teacher punishing another guy, slapping his face, making him lick her heel while you watch and pray she doesn’t notice you. Later she does notice you, of course, in the hospital of all places, when you go for a “routine check,” and suddenly her exam feels more like an interrogation mixed with a dom session. There’s a weird charm in how unpolished the whole city feels, like everybody is improvising their fetishes on the spot. Sometimes it’s awkward, sometimes it’s hot as hell, sometimes you just end up standing in the wrong corridor thinking, “why am I being forced to wear a girl’s panties under my uniform just so I can join a study group?” but you still click yes and keep going, because VAM City doesn’t really ask for your pride, it just assumes it already owns it.