This RWBY parody throws you into Beacon Academy as some kind of therapist or counselor, which honestly sounds like the worst job ever until you realize what kind of "therapy" you'll be providing. The whole premise is basically "what if you had authority over all these anime girls and decided to be a complete creep about it?" - and yeah, that's exactly what happens.

The point-and-click mechanics work fine I guess, though sometimes clicking on things feels weird and unresponsive. You're basically going around corrupting everyone from Ruby to Yang to that ice queen Weiss, plus a bunch of other characters I can't even remember the names of. The corruption progression is pretty standard trainer game stuff - start innocent, gradually push boundaries, eventually everyone's throwing themselves at you because... reasons? The dialogue tries to be funny but it's hit or miss, mostly miss if I'm being honest. Some of the sexual harassment scenarios are so over-the-top they loop back to being amusing, like when you're supposed to be helping with "emotional support" but you're just groping people. The handjob scenes are decent enough, and there's plenty of big tits bouncing around if that's your thing. Blake's corruption arc was actually kind of hot, but then again I might just have a thing for cat girls. Wait, was I talking about the gameplay? The harem aspect builds up slowly which is good because rushing into it would've been even more ridiculous than it already is. Some of the 3D models look janky as hell though - Yang's hair clips through her body half the time and it's distracting during the good parts. The male domination stuff gets pretty intense later on, way more than I expected from something that started so tame. Honestly the whole thing feels like someone's power fantasy about being a shitty guidance counselor, but somehow it works better than it should.

You close your eyes in your boring bedroom and open them in the kind of fever dream only people who stayed too long on hentai subreddits would recognize. Floor’s not even yours. Gravity feels slightly drunk. There’s a catgirl kneeling on your chest like you’re furniture, tail flicking over your mouth while she argues with a floating robot about whether you count as “property” or “partner.” She’s wearing this half-assed cosplay mashup that looks like someone tried to mix maid uniform with battle gear and gave up halfway. She keeps “testing” your reactions. Fingers tracing your crotch through your pants, nails dragging just a bit too slow, telling the robot to record your pulse when she gropes you. She keeps saying it’s “for science” but she’s grinding on your thigh while she says it, so yeah. Science with nipple clamps and a collar.

The game plays like some horny sandbox dating sim that drank too much sci-fi and shonen anime. You wander a weird city that looks medieval if you squint, until a neon sign pops up over an elf brothel and ruins the illusion. There’s monster girls tending stalls and they all look at you like you’re a walking virgin buff. Some of them actually say it. Out loud. One big-titted cyclops girl literally bets you she can make you cum from a handjob without letting you thrust at all, and the game actually locks your inputs and makes you watch her smug face while she squeezes and strokes and slows down right before your bar hits full. She spits on your tip, smirks, denies you on purpose, and then asks if she can tag you as a “denied client” in her app. I swear it felt more humiliating than losing in ranked on Valorant.

What really messed with me was how often the world pretends sex is just another stat. There’s an elf matron who checks your “breeding potential” like she’s scanning a QR code, talks about your balls like they’re gear in an RPG, then drags you behind a curtain and mounts you slow, riding you raw while lecturing you on proper thrust rhythm. She keeps squeezing her pregnant belly against your stomach, milk leaking down on your chest, telling you this is your “future” if you keep signing slave contracts without reading them. Then, same game, you’re in a dirty alley watching two girls in cosplay dom gear spit on a chained-up maid and use her face for practice. One sits on her nose, the other pinches her nipples till she squirts all over the ground, and you don’t even get to join unless you agree to be collared too. The childhood friend with the short hair finds out later, pins you in the wrestling ring, sits on your face and rubs herself all over your mouth while punching your stomach lightly every time you try to breathe, calling you a perv and making you say whose slave you want to be. She keeps pretending she’ll let you cum if you answer “correct,” then pulls away right when you’re twitching, laughing in that half-cruel, half-affectionate way that makes your brain melt.

Group scenes happen so casually it almost feels wrong. You walk into a bathhouse and suddenly there’s a harem of different races arguing over who gets your cock first. One girl wants anal, one wants your mouth, one just wants to milk you with her tits. They line you up, use your body like a shared toy, switch places without asking, and the camera just lingers on wet skin, dripping cum, drooling mouths. A robot hovers overhead and records everything for “research,” again, but secretly you find that same recording in your room later and, yeah, you end up jerking off to your own humiliation. Sometimes the game makes you just watch. A lesbian dom scene behind a glass wall, another girl getting spanked till her ass glows red, then shoved full of a dildo while she cries and smiles at the same time. You can’t help. You can only stare. And worse, the UI tracks how long you watched, and some characters tease you about it later like they saw your browser history. Not gonna lie, some of the animated ahegao faces look stupid as hell, tongues flopping like broken gifs, but then one of them starts squirting on your abs while begging for more and your brain just forgives everything.

I kept wishing they’d at least let me change one stupid tiny thing, like that ugly default collar you get tagged with in the early slave arc, but no, it stays in every sex scene for hours, mocking you quietly. You go from shy virgin to the guy who’s creampied an orc, an elf, a catgirl, and something with too many tentacles, and still that same cheap collar sits on your neck, reminding you you’re never fully in control here. It’s messy, horny, mean, sometimes sweet by accident, like when the pregnant catgirl curls around you in bed, leaking milk on your chest and purring while you lazily finger her and she tries not to moan too loud. Then she ruins the moment, calls the robot, and asks it to replay earlier footage of you getting pegged so she can laugh at your face while you cum again inside her. This whole world feels like that: one long, sweaty joke on you that somehow keeps you hard anyway.

Guy is stuck in a life so dull it feels like when your phone freezes in the middle of a porn clip, and then suddenly he can toss trucks, melt steel, read people like horny little open books. That’s the vibe this game throws at you. You start as this regular dude, scrolling through shit, tired of everything, and then, bam, superpowers and way too many hot women in very tight outfits who absolutely do not dress for combat. Or maybe they do. I didn’t complain. The thing that surprised me is that it’s not just “click, fuck, next.” It plays more like a sandbox where you wander around, poke into people’s lives, use powers in dumb and smart ways, and slowly realize everyone around you has some twisted combination of drama, trauma, and really nice asses squeezed into latex.

What I liked most is that the game doesn’t pretend to be serious, but it still sneaks in some romance that actually hits a bit. One scene, you are talking to this older woman on the team, proper milf vibes, huge tits that look like they’re going to pop out every time she turns, and she’s giving you this fake “I’m your mentor” energy. Two clicks later she’s pinning you to a couch, hand around your cock, stroking slow while lecturing you about responsibility like some porn parody of a superhero movie. I laughed, then I was hard, then I felt slightly guilty, and the game seems to know it, because your character has those little inner thoughts that are half horny and half “am I a piece of shit for enjoying this?” Use your powers on her in the wrong way and she gets pissed, use them in the right playful way and suddenly she’s grinding on you, breathing in your ear, begging you to fuck her harder because “heroes should go all in.”

There’s a lot of focus on bodies. Big asses, bouncing tits, all that good stuff, but it doesn’t feel like a catalog. It feels more like you’re walking through horny comic panels that actually move. The first time you get a proper vaginal scene in a cramped office, it’s not this perfect porn angle. She’s on the desk, skirt around her waist, ass up, and the guy is trying not to knock over a stack of files while he rams into her. It looks clumsy in a good way, like real sex, with her moaning and swearing because the edge of the desk is digging into her thigh. There’s a handjob scene in a car that I replayed way too many times, just because of how stupidly intimate it felt: her bare feet on the dashboard, one hand on your dick, other hand lazily scrolling through a chat app on her phone while she teases you, like she’s multitasking boredom and pleasure. It’s not perfect. Some dialogue feels like the writer got distracted by Twitter halfway through. A character will say something hot, then suddenly make a weird joke that lands like a brick, and you’re sitting there thinking “why did you say that while my dick is out.” But then the game throws you a moment where you use your power to freeze a thug mid-punch, turn around, kiss your teammate slow, feel her push her big soft chest into you, and time snaps back the second her tongue slips in your mouth. And the thug just drops because apparently the universe pauses for your makeout session. That kind of stupid, horny, romantic bullshit made me grin for no good reason.

The mobile part is nice too, like you can be in bed, one hand on the screen, one hand under the blanket, tapping through scenes while pretending you’re reading something serious. Sometimes the powers feel more like an excuse to get girls naked than actual superhero thing, but I guess that’s the point. Never thought I’d watch a scene where a guy uses his strength to casually lift a woman up by her ass, fuck her against a wall, and then have a half-deep conversation about what it means to be a “symbol of hope” while her mascara is smeared and she’s still gasping. It’s dumb and kind of sweet and absolutely filthy, all at once.

Prince Aetrian looks like one of those guys who has everything. Soft bed, soft clothes, soft hands that never touched anything rougher than a book or Jarrod’s hair. He’s the golden boy of Eldrark, raised on fancy rules and “proper duty” and all that royal crap, and he’s already accepted that one day he’s going to wear the crown and play the perfect ruler. The funny part is, the one thing that really matters to him isn’t the crown at all, it’s his servant. Jarrod. The guy who follows him around, cleans up his mess, knows exactly how he looks when he’s angry, or horny, or scared, and still calls him “my prince” like it means something private. The game just throws you into their little bubble of comfort, then casually says, nah, fuck that, we’re changing everything now, hope you’re attached to this world, because it’s about to twist.

The whole thing is a kinetic novel so you’re not here to “min-max routes” or whatever, you’re basically sitting in the back of their heads while shit happens to them. It’s short, so the story hits fast. One moment Aetrian is passing as the obedient royal son who tries really hard not to stare too long at his own servant’s chest when he’s changing clothes, next moment he’s stuck in a situation where pretending not to be in love with Jarrod makes absolutely no sense. There’s this quiet scene where Aetrian is supposed to be studying and Jarrod is nearby, pretending to dust shelves, and the sexual tension is like, thick, and stupid. Aetrian fingers the edge of a page like he wants it to be skin instead, and Jarrod is carefully avoiding eye contact, but you can tell he’s memorized every inch of the prince’s body under those layers. When it finally slips from long looks and careful touches into actual hands on skin, it feels messy and honest, not like porn logic. You get slow, teasing strokes, the kind of handjob where one of them is trying to stay quiet because there’s a door not far away and someone could walk in. There’s a point where Aetrian bites down hard on his own knuckles while Jarrod jerks him off, trying not to moan his name too loud, and I swear I could feel that nervous, needy energy in my own throat. The first time Aetrian pushes in and doesn’t pull out, it’s not some grand declaration, it’s more like, “I can’t let you go, not anywhere, not even out of my body,” and yeah, the creampie is more emotional than it has any right to be in a furry fantasy story.

What I really liked is that their relationship actually feels queer in a good way, not some fake “no homo” fake-out. It’s two guys who know exactly what they’re risking by wanting each other and they still do it. You get those tiny moments where Jarrod’s hand lingers on Aetrian’s shoulder a bit too long, where Aetrian watches the way Jarrod’s tail moves when he’s nervous, and it’s not joked away. It’s romantic and horny at the same time, like, “I want to fuck you, but also I’d die if anything happened to you,” and both are true in the same breath. The world itself feels like it has depth without shoving lore down your throat. Names of other places and stories pop up and you just feel like, okay, this kingdom has history, there are other tales happening in the background, but right now, in this story, it’s just these two idiots trying to hold onto each other while fate yanks the rug. I kind of wish there was one more scene of them just being dumb and domestic after everything explodes, like Aetrian trying to make breakfast and failing while Jarrod laughs, but that’s probably not happening. The art has that soft 2D style that fits the mood, not super glossy, not ugly either, just cozy in a slightly awkward way, like a sketchbook that got horny and sentimental at the same time. The only thing that pissed me off is that one outfit Aetrian wears that looks like it’d take ten minutes just to unbutton before you can even touch his chest properly, and they never bother to change it. If you go in hoping to spam choices, you’ll be disappointed, but if you just let the story wash over you and enjoy every stolen look, every shaky breath, every sticky, possessive finish that says “you’re mine,” it’s a pretty sweet, filthy little fantasy to get lost in for a while.