U.A. is supposed to be this holy temple of justice, right, where everyone dreams big about saving the world in tight outfits and heroic poses. Here it feels more like a horny pressure cooker where every “quirk” argument ends with someone half naked and the moral high ground just quietly dies in the corner. The game takes that whole heroic ideal from the anime and twists it just enough that you keep asking yourself, “Is this still parody, or did we just confess something dark about power and sex and school uniforms?” and then you click the next dialog option anyway, because you want to see if the teacher actually locks the door this time. She does, obviously.

What really messed with me is how normal everything pretends to be at the start. It looks like a silly visual novel joke: silly sound effects, characters that feel like cheap copies of the originals, all big eyes and exaggerated boobs stuffed into uniforms that clearly violate every dress code ever. At first you laugh because it is so over the top. The hero talk, the “we must study hard” stuff, the goofy villain threats. Then the game slowly shifts into this rhythm where studying is just foreplay for another sex scene and “fighting evil” is sort of an excuse to pin a classmate against a wall, or to “reward” a girl for not failing some test. You think you are playing the brave student, but really you are playing the guy who uses the badge of hero to get away with things that, in real life, would feel pretty fucked up. And still, you keep chasing new CGs like some moral philosopher with his dick out, telling himself it is “research on ethics of consent under power imbalance”. I caught myself thinking about Kant during a blowjob scene and I am still not proud of that.

Most of the scenes are funny until they are not. A villain appears, does the usual cartoon evil routine, and seconds later the tension flips into sex like it was scripted by a very horny algorithm. It is hot, I admit that. The bodies are drawn with almost rude detail, the way the clothes cling and then slip, the way the uniform skirt rides up just enough before it is yanked out of the way. There is one moment in a classroom, late, where a character is explaining some heroic principle while sitting on a desk with her legs apart, and you realize the “lesson” is pure roleplay, the chalkboard behind her still full of equations that no one is ever going to finish. The game almost never stops to ask if this world of future saviors should be this soaked in sex. It just assumes: power plus stress plus puberty equals constant fucking. In a way that honesty is more disturbing than if it tried to justify itself. Being a superhero here is not about saving people. It is about having a socially acceptable reason to be everywhere, to peek into danger and into panties at the same time. It is stupid and arousing and morally dirty, and the worst part is how easy it is to click “next” and let ethics wait until you close the browser.

Katarina in this game is that one toxic ex in League who somehow still owns your brain, except here she is on your lap, in your face, on your screen, everywhere. Not the knife-throwing version, but the "I got bored before the match so I’m gonna hunt some cock" version. The whole thing is built around this tiny slice of pre-battle time, like that moment in champ select where chat is flaming, but instead of dodging queue, Garen is dodging her boobs and losing hard. You basically get her in full redhead glory, that smug look that says she already won before you touch anything. It feels like the dev just went, "forget plot, here’s Katarina’s tits, do your worst," and honestly, they were correct and also completely wrong at same time.

What I like is how they play her personality with the POV stuff. You’re right there, like you’re the "lucky idiot" in Garen’s armor, and she knows she has you. She leans in, hair falling over her face, breasts right in front of your "camera", and she gives that fake innocent smile that every Katarina main uses before they KS your pentakill. Then she drops and starts working your shaft with her boobs, slow at first, pushing them together like she is testing your self control. It’s not just some random movement. There’s this one small animation where she squeezes her tits tighter and tilts her head up to look at you, red hair stuck to her cheek, like she is checking if you’re about to explode or still pretending to be Demacia noble. That stupid little eye glance hit harder than some full sex scenes from other games. Also her boobs jiggle in a way that made me pause, rewind, watch again. And again. And then get annoyed because her left nipple looks slightly off in one angle and my brain could not unsee it after.

The whole thing is basically one long titfuck, but it feels like the dev actually understood why paizuri is hot and not just "stick dick between boobs, done". She changes pace, uses spit, presses them so tight your screen almost feels heavy, then loosens, lets the tip slide up so it taps near her mouth, then drags it back down between her breasts. You get that sloppy sound when she speeds up, with her hair bouncing and that red fringe getting stuck on her sweaty skin. At some point she looks almost annoyed, like "why you not cum yet, idiot", and then she just goes full tryhard like a Katarina who finally got her reset mid fight. The facial at the end is messy as hell, thick cum running from her forehead down over one closed eye, dripping over her nose onto her tits, pooling between them. She even smears it on her boobs with her fingers like she’s proud of the mess, then gives this half-smirk like she already queued for the next match. I hate admitting it, but for a simple porn game about one redhead abusing her boobs on your cock, it made all those other LoL porn parodies feel kinda lazy, even if here there is basically zero actual "game", just you, her, and the most stubborn Demacian load in Runeterra.

This thing looks like somebody mashed together a horny fan wiki and a half-finished JRPG they found on a dusty old hard drive, and honestly, that’s kind of why it works. You open it and boom, wall of familiar faces if you watched too much shounen back in school: blonde chicks, redheads, that stacked vice-captain with the tits that never obey gravity, a fake Nami that’s like 20% more slutty than the actual one, Sakura looking like she finally stopped screaming “Sasuke-kun” and just decided to fuck instead. It’s all “oh I know her” and then two seconds later you’re in a turn based fight trying not to lose because you were too horny to read what the skills do. The combat is very old-school: your turn, her turn, your turn, her turn, and in the middle of it you’re staring at her boobs and forget to heal. I legit lost the first battle because I kept clicking attack like a caveman and ignored the little star difficulty thing they literally put there for idiots like me.

The pacing is weird in a funny way. In the beginning they basically tell you “go bully the weak girls first” and yeah, that sounds fucked, but then you see how the harder ones just destroy you and you crawl back to the easy ones with your dick and your pride both shrinking. You win, you get a new CG, you run to the CG Room like you just got a Legendary drop in Genshin. The art goes from “ok, this looks like real hentai from those old Bleach doujins I pretended I didn’t read” to “did a drunk cousin trace this on a phone?” and I kinda like that inconsistency. One fight I was sweating bullets against this smug busty captain, planning out my turns, praying the next hit doesn’t crit, and the reward screen pops up with her ass out, panties to the side, pussy dripping, expression like she’s too proud to admit she liked losing. Next girl I unlock is drawn like a DeviantArt request from 2010 and I still jerked off to it. I’m not proud. Actually, ok, a little proud.

What surprised me is how much the game made me baby the weaker characters. At first I tried to jump straight to the famous ones, like “oh hey, that looks like that soul hunter fox girl, gimme that”, and the game slapped me around harder than any Dark Souls boss. So I sat there, grinding wins on the low-star girls, not because I love them, but because I needed their pics and the stats for my own ego. It’s funny, you think “hah, porn game, I’ll just mash click”, then ten minutes later you’re comparing skills like it’s some gacha meta post on Reddit. I kept switching from the game to my phone, opening Chrome to check Discord, then hopping back when I remembered “oh shit, I still had a move left”. One time I misclicked, wasted a turn, got absolutely wrecked, and stared at the “defeat” screen while already half-hard like, wow, I really just lost a hentai fight because my dumb thumb slipped. Also, whoever decided to put that tiny difficulty indicator that you only see if you actually hover like a normal human, I hate you and also thank you. The game never really explains stuff cleanly, it just assumes you’ll figure it out while your brain is busy looking at tits. And it kind of works, in a messy, horny, “I should be doing something else right now but fuck it” way.

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