Degenerate University feels like someone took every horny Discord server joke about college and just said “ok, but what if that was literally the plot.” You’re dropped into this campus where everyone is way too hot and way too willing, and the whole thing kind of runs on this quiet rule that every problem can be solved if somebody gets bent over something. It’s a Ren’Py visual novel, so you’re reading a lot, clicking through dialogue, picking choices, but the real hook is how fast it goes from “hey, we’re classmates” to “ok, whose throat is getting used first.” One minute you’re trying to remember people’s names, next minute you’re staring at a futa RA pressing some shy dude into the bed and telling him he’ll only pass if he keeps his ass relaxed. It never really pretends to be classy. This game loves traps and futas like it’s their final semester before the world ends. Everywhere you go, there’s some smug girl with a cock, or a “boy” who definitely has something extra hidden under that skirt, and the script just leans into it, no slow burn, no fade to black, just “oh, you’re curious? good, open wide.”

The nice thing is that it doesn’t treat futa or traps like a side joke, they’re basically the main social class of the campus, and you’re kind of just tossed in the middle as everyone decides where to put you. There are scenes where you’re the one doing the fucking, really going in, feeling like this big top energy, pinning a futa down and pounding her pussy while she grips the sheets and groans that she’s supposed to be in charge. Then the game turns around in the next route and makes you kneel while the same girl laughs and slides her cock into your mouth, nice and slow, tells you to look up at her while you try not to choke. The switches between futa on male, male on futa, futa on female, futa on futa, it doesn’t try to be “fair,” it just chases whatever pervy setup fits the character. Some of the best scenes are actually pretty small, like getting dragged to a study group and realizing “study group” means getting your ass shared between two traps who bet on how many times they can make you cum before you pass out. Or that one anal scene in the locker room where you think you’re hooking up with a normal girl, and then you feel something hard pressing at your back door and the dialogue just casually drops that she’s been hiding a cock the whole semester. I liked that the game doesn’t always ask for permission in a traditional way, it’s more like “you’re already here, you already said yes by walking through the door,” which is hot and also kind of terrible in the best hentai logic way.

There’s this weird thing where some routes pretend you have any power at all, like you’re flirting, getting them on their knees, fucking their mouth, slapping their face a little, making them beg for your cum, and you think “ok, I’m built different, I’m the predator here.” Then two scenes later a completely different futa just grabs you by the collar, pushes you against a vending machine, and stuffs your ass full while you claw at the metal and try not to scream loud enough for the whole dorm to hear. I swear I spent half the game thinking “yeah, I’m in control, I choose the path,” and the other half getting bullied by girls with cocks who treat me like campus property. The oral scenes stand out too, especially when they do that thing where the character talks while they’re buried in your throat, like mocking you for gagging, telling you to breathe through your nose or they’ll keep your head down longer. If you’re into femdom, the professors are the real monsters here, they don’t even pretend you’re equal. There’s a futa teacher who tells you flat out that passing the course means taking her cock in both holes in the same night, and if you mess up she’ll invite a friend. And I’m still mildly annoyed at how tiny the text font got in one of the longer sex scenes, I had to lean in way too close to my monitor and it made the whole thing oddly intimate in a stupid way, like I was spying. Anyway, the game moves between vaginal, anal, and oral like it’s changing tracks on Spotify, barely slowing down, and half the fun is that you never know if the next “innocent” character is going to end up under you or balls-deep inside you. It’s messy, horny, sometimes really dumb, and the campus rules might as well just be written in cum stains on the dorm walls.

Darci hits like a wet dream that crawled out of your teenage goth phase and learned how to fuck reality. Big tiddy, crow-winged, pointy-eared trouble walking through this moody Avalonian city where every alley feels like it smells of cold rain and dirty sex. She is this tall, black-lipsticked futa elf with thighs like religion and a cock that looks like it has its own backstory. Sometimes she just stands in the mirror of her crappy rented room, eye bags dark as ink, feathers twitching, and you feel how much she hates and loves her own body at the same time. The game lets you sit inside that body, inside her head, while she tries to pretend she is just another freak in a society full of polished liars and quiet monsters.

The first time you walk into the GothHouse, the place feels less like “home” and more like someone mashed a sex dungeon with a student dorm and forgot to clean up the energy. Those girls are not just NPCs, more like walking fetishes with their own scars. There is that pale vampire-esque girl in the corner, huge tits squeezed in a corset that looks one breath away from breaking, who pretends not to stare at Darci’s bulge. Later, when you actually choose to follow her to the shared shower, the way the scene goes from awkward small talk to her on her knees, lipstick smeared on Darci’s shaft, water hissing over skin, feels messy in a good way. It is not some clinical porn flow. She gags once, laughs, then keeps going, and Darci’s crow instincts flare up, claws digging into tile, eyes glowing that sick underworld purple. The sex can switch from slow, clingy lesbian grinding to full-on “pin her against the wall and fuck her brains out” when Darci stops being scared of her own power and actually uses it. The game is at its best when it lets you drag that line between tenderness and corruption with one more thrust.

Funny thing, the story pretends to be about “finding her place in society”, but half the time you are just seeing how far you can push these girls before something breaks. There is that elf priestess type who looks holy until you get her alone behind the shrine and make her moan so loud it feels like prayer turned inside out. Darci buries her cock in her while feathers shed to the ground like black snow, and for a moment the underworld power pulses through both of them, giving you this tiny illusion of romance that the next scene absolutely ignores. Some conversations drag on too long, like the game is trying to be all deep and moody while you are just waiting to see if the big ass demon girl in the kitchen will finally bend over the table. She does, eventually, and the vision of Darci grabbing those wide hips, tits swinging, driving in hard while the demon girl laughs and claws at the wood, that wipes away most complaints. Not all, because yeah, sometimes the pacing stumbles and the “universe notes” feel like reading someone’s tumblr lore between jerk-off sessions. But then there is that quiet night where Darci, exhausted, curls around another goth girl in bed, both naked, soft boobs pressed together, dick resting lazy between warm thighs instead of pounding. It is almost sweet. Almost. Then she wakes up, remembers she is a half-crow freak with hellfire between her legs, and you go hunting again.

Boon feels like somebody took all the usual straight dude fantasy crap, tossed it in the trash, then said “nah, let’s make this horny and weird and actually about these two messed up cuties.” You’re basically hanging out inside the head of this male protagonist while his life gets hijacked by a tall trans woman with big everything and a femboy who looks like he escaped from a sissy subreddit. It’s a kinetic novel, so you’re not babysitting choices every two seconds, you’re just dragged along while this “special relationship” between them gets more twisted, hotter, and kind of sweet in a fucked up way. One moment it’s teasing, next moment there’s her hand on his throat and he’s on his knees, then you’re like “wait, did he just moan at being called a good girl?” and yeah, he did.

The scenes ramp up in a way that feels less like porn logic and more like a slow, horny car crash you can’t look away from. You’ve got this big ass, big tits trans dommy who clearly knows she owns the room, and she treats him like a toy she’s training. There’s sissification stuff where he’s getting pushed into panties, make-up, all that humiliating “you’re my cute little thing” talk, and the game doesn’t flinch. She’ll edge him for ages, ride his face, make him choke on her, call him pretty while she’s wrecking his ass, and he’s stuck halfway between “I’m a man” and “please ruin me, mommy.” At some point there’s anal where he’s trying to pretend he’s not loving it and failing hard, and the writing actually sells it. It’s not just “he moans again, wow, so hot,” you get the dirty details, the shame, the way he gets turned on by being powerless. There’s futa-on-male, trap-on-male, some incest flavor lurking around the edges they don’t scream about but it’s there enough to make you feel slightly wrong for liking it. I opened this in another tab while Spotify was playing and legitimately forgot my emails for a while, which is wild because half of the time the characters are just talking and it’s still hotter than half of Pornhub.

What surprised me is how the 3D style actually helps the vibe instead of killing it like in those dead-eyed Unity sex “games.” The bodies look like they belong in this filthy little universe: thick thighs, round asses, tits that practically announce themselves, and the femboy is perfectly in that uncanny spot where you’re not sure if you want to bully him, fuck him, or both. Oral scenes especially hit hard, you can almost feel the spit and the gagging when she pushes too deep. There’s one moment where she shoves him against something, whispers something brutally degrading in his ear, and he just melts, and you’re sitting there thinking “yeah ok I get it now.” And because it’s split into episodes, you get these little arcs where a new kink creeps in, like the teasing moves into harder femdom, or the relationship between the two “subs” shifts from awkward to “I’ll suck you off because she told me to and I secretly love it.” The pacing is all over the place sometimes, like it lingers on stuff that doesn’t matter and rushes stuff that’s insanely hot, but somehow that makes it feel more like you’re watching someone’s fucked up fantasy play out than some polished porn machine. I still hate how one specific sound effect keeps repeating in the background at weird times and it annoyed the hell out of me, but I kept clicking anyway because I wanted to see how far she’d push them in the next scene.

Vanesa’s office looks like one of those high-end wellness apps tried to cosplay as a porn set and failed in a sexy way. Soft lighting, too much white, some fake plant in the corner, and this huge leather chair that basically screams “you’re going to do something you regret here.” You play this poor corporate drone who pretends to be there for “stress” and “performance anxiety,” but let’s be real, you’re there because she’s a futa shrink with big tits, lazy confidence and that slow way of talking that makes every normal sentence sound like a dirty suggestion. The game doesn’t waste time with complex fake psychology bullshit. She asks a few surface questions, looks bored, then starts poking at all your insecurities: your job, your dick, your relationships, your self-control. And she does it while slowly closing physical distance, touching your wrist a little too long, adjusting her glasses while staring straight at your crotch, that kind of teasing that hurts in a good way. It feels like those fucked up horny thoughts you get at work when you see a hot manager walk by and wonder what would happen if you just stopped being a decent human for a moment.

What I didn’t expect is how much the therapy vibe is used as an excuse to blur consent in this very specific “you are technically agreeing but you know she’s playing you” way. She gives you “exercises” that start innocent and then suddenly her hand is on your thigh, and you’re getting a slow, clinical handjob while she keeps this professional tone like she’s reading from a self-help audiobook. When she goes down for oral, she doesn’t transform into some wild porn actress; she stays calm, measured, like she’s testing you, watching your reaction as if she’s tracking progress on a chart. The best part is how she talks about your partner, like a case study. She keeps asking about them, how the sex is, what’s missing, why you’re fantasizing about someone else. Then she casually suggests “practice sessions” to help you “perform better at home,” which is fucking hilarious because you can literally feel she doesn’t give a shit about saving your relationship. There is this cold spark of ownership behind her eyes. The game calls it therapy, but it’s closer to grooming you into her personal toy, and the netorare/netori angle hits harder because it’s not loud or dramatic, it’s slow, it’s a creep of boundaries. One moment you’re fully dressed talking about stress, the next she has your cock in her mouth and she’s asking you, in this calm tone, if you think your partner could ever satisfy you like this. It’s intimate and fucked up at the same time, and the more you go back to her, the less you even pretend you’re there to “heal” anything. You’re just chasing that strange mix of shame, relief, and the feeling that someone smart and dangerous has their fingers wrapped around both your mind and your dick.