Guy gets into Tokyo Uni thinking he’ll just grind classes, maybe hit the gym a bit, maybe fail a quiz and cry in the shower later. Instead he trips straight into managing a full women’s volleyball team where every girl looks like hentai artists argued over breast size and nobody remembered what a normal uniform fits like. It’s that kind of story. Not subtle, not pretending to be. You’re the only guy swimming in a sea of big boobs, tight shorts, and fake wholesome “we’re just here to practice” energy that lasts about five minutes before the coach starts power-tripping and the girls start orbiting you like horny planets with daddy issues and midterms.

From my gender studies brain, this thing is wild. It pretends to be about training schedules and match strategy, and then half the “strategy” is choosing whether you check in on the shy bookworm in the library or the loud, sweaty ace at the gym who bends over way too slow to pick up the ball. The choices actually matter more than the game looks at first. You skip one girl’s extra workout and suddenly she’s blowing you off in the locker room scene later. Date nights feel like someone watched too many romance anime and then said, fine, but what if he just actually fucks her on the park bench instead of fading to black. The sex is very direct. Lots of oral, lots of vagina, lots of “oops I’m sitting on your lap, senpai” that ends with her moaning with her tits bouncing in those animated loops that look a bit too smooth, like the AI generator was horny but slightly confused.

What hit me the weird way is the netorare angle sneaking around the edges. The coach is not just strict. He’s possessive in this gross patriarchal “I own their bodies because I own their training” way, and the game leans into that tension. One route you’re kissing a girl under the bleachers and later you catch her in a scene that clearly changes if you weren’t nice enough to her earlier, and now she’s doing things with that coach that feel half “I want this” and half “I’m trapped”. It’s hot and fucked up at the same time. As a researcher I’m like, wow, power imbalance, consent blur, institutional abuse patterns. As a player I accidentally clicked the jealous answer and now I hate myself and still watched the whole scene on loop. There’s romance paths too, like actual soft ones, where you build trust, cuddle in the dorm, slow kissing, talk about exams, then end up with a really tender sex scene where she keeps eye contact while riding you and it feels more like emotional intimacy than porn. The game wants to be both cute boyfriend simulator and “everyone is cheating on everyone in secret” drama. Sometimes it works, sometimes it just feels like whiplash. Also there is one tiny UI sound when you confirm a choice that is so annoying I thought my Discord pinged every time and I’m still mad about it. Anyway, multiple endings mean you can be the caring partner, the possessive asshole, or the guy who thinks he’s doing the right thing while the system quietly corrupts every girl around him and you only notice when it’s way, way too late.

“The Mansion Mouse” looks kind of silly at first glance, and then suddenly you’re knee deep in dragon guts watching a tiny mouse soul get swallowed three different ways. It’s written like one of those weird fetish side-chapters from a manga spin-off that the main author probably didn’t supervise. You’re this little mouse, literally, waking up in a cage in some rich estate, and the “mistress” who owns the place feels like a giantess doujin artist accidentally got to write her whole route. She’s tall, she’s cruel in that lazy way, her fingers are way too big for you, and nothing about the scale is fair. One moment she taps the bars and calls you cute, next moment you’re dangling between claws of an anthro dragon girl who could probably chew through a car. The whole thing feels like somebody saw one panel of a vore manga, misremembered it, and then based a full visual novel on that misremembered panel. In a good way. Or at least an honest way. There are choices all over the place, but they mostly come down to “do you let yourself be meat in this specific style, or do you try to squirm into a worse fate.” You flick between them quickly, too quickly sometimes, like you’re speedrunning your own death gallery.

The giantess angle is strong here. Not just size talk, but camera stuck right up against skin, fur, teeth, folds, places you probably shouldn’t be seeing at that distance. There’s this scene with the dragon mistress where she presses you along her tongue and it cuts to an x-ray shot that looks like a biology lesson drawn by a horny teenager. You see the little mouse body sliding down, squeezed by muscle, and if you pick the wrong line of dialogue she doesn’t even slow down, just swallows and goes back to her book. Another path lets her “keep” you inside in a way that’s more unbirth than vore, like you’ve been downgraded from pet to living toy lodged somewhere way too warm and rhythmic. Those routes feel weirdly intimate and also kind of brutal, like the game can’t decide if it wants to be loving or mean, so it tries both in the same scene. There is blood in some endings, splashes of it, bones too, and then sometimes she licks you clean like you’re precious. It’s all over the place in tone. That’s part of why it works. The furry thing is not shy either. Everyone important is some anthro creature towering above you, paws or claws filling the whole screen, and you stay small the entire time. No magic fix, no growth potion to “even things out”, you just keep being food-sized while the story forks into several endings that all feel like different flavors of the same cruel joke. And yet I kept clicking, because somehow this miserable little mouse, trapped in a manor full of predatory women and dragons, feels more alive than half the polished stuff on Steam.

Jason starts the story just like some basic guy messing with an old camera he probably should have left in the trash, and from there it goes straight into “what the fuck is happening” territory. The camera doesn’t just take pictures, it pokes at people’s heads, pushes their urges, flips their personalities a bit every time you click. You’re not just watching either, you’re the one choosing who to point it at, when to push harder, when to pull back, and when to say “nah, fuck it, let’s see how far this goes.” One photo it’s harmless teasing, the next it’s your shy relative suddenly posing like she’s on some horny Instagram, tits pressed together, ass turned just perfectly, like the camera crawled into her brain and whispered all her dirty fantasies back at her. And the wild part is how normal the scenes start: chatting in the living room, chilling in a bedroom, hanging in the kitchen, then the paranormal shit creeps in so slowly you start forgetting what “normal” even was.

The story plays a lot with power trips and that nasty little voice in your head that asks “would I actually do this if nobody could stop me?” You’ve got family around you, MILFs with big tits who should absolutely know better, sisters or aunts who start off annoyed at you, then a few corrupted snapshots later they’re “accidentally” walking around half naked, or letting your hand stay on their ass a bit too long. There are moments where you’re straight up blackmailing them with photos they’d never want anyone to see, turning embarrassed gasps into rough groping and forced kissing that slowly melts into them grinding against you, wet and confused and totally hooked. The game doesn’t pretend it’s wholesome; you watch them touch themselves in secret, listen to their muffled moans through thin walls, catch them masturbating while thinking about the exact scene you forced them into before. Sometimes you even send them pictures of their own corruption, just to push them over the edge. Lesbian scenes pop up too, like when two of them end up tangled on a couch, one corrupted by the camera and dragging the other down with her, fingers sliding between thighs, tongues exploring, leaving smeared lipstick and cum on each other’s skin while you watch like a fucking creep from the doorway.

Stuff gets rougher when the camera starts twisting more than just lust. People get a little broken: jealousy, cheating, ugly romance that feels more like obsession. You can nudge them to betray partners off-screen, turn a girlfriend type into a cheating slut who begs you to record her getting railed, or push a sweet mom figure into a full-on exhibitionist, showing off her big ass to strangers, pretending she’s scared while her nipples are clearly hard. The mind control angle is sneaky, not just “click, you’re my slave,” but this creeping corruption that makes them think the ideas are theirs. One scene has you taking photos of a woman covered in bruises and bite marks that you gave her earlier, and she’s shaking, somewhere between fear and craving, knowing you’ll share those shots if she says no next time. There are jumpy, violent flashes too, like the camera showing you things that might happen if you go too far, and sometimes you push anyway, just to see. All of this is wrapped in those animated shots where tits bounce, tongues glide over skin, cum spills down chins after messy oral, and you’re stuck in that horny loop of “just one more scene” while the line between you controlling the camera and the camera controlling you starts to feel very, very thin.

Small town, horny brain, zero life plan. That is basically the vibe here. You are this awkward, way-too-thirsty guy dumped in a village where every second house somehow has a curvy mom or stacked older woman walking around in tight clothes like it is normal. You stay with your grandpa, who mostly minds his own business, and this mature woman who looks like she belongs on some trashy porn banner. Big tits, big ass, soft voice, always “accidentally” bending over in front of you. Of course she’s super caring, brings you food, checks on you at night, and sometimes you can almost see her nipples through the shirt when she forget bra. Or she doesn’t forget. Hard to say. There is this mix of wholesome and “I absolutely should not be jerking off to this” every time she shows up.

The game lets you just wander around and bump into people instead of forcing one story path, which is fun and also kind of annoying because I kept getting distracted spying on everyone. You can peek through windows, catch someone showering, see a neighbor mom breastfeeding in the living room and then pretend you saw nothing. Later you realize you can push those scenes way further if you say the right things and touch at the right time. I liked that first contact moment with the main woman when you go for a simple hug and the MC’s hand just sinks into her boobs a bit too long. She gasps, you panic, he sort of apologizes, and then the game gives you the choice to pull away or “pretend it was accident but keep touching.” Obviously you keep touching. It is a classic groping fantasy, but the way her body reacts, the little lines, the tiny changes in her face, actually feel dirty, not just “click next, boob appears.” Characters are not super deep, but they at least feel like people you could stalk on Instagram, which is worse, in a nice way. There is this teasing with the virgin angle too, the MC is horny as hell but still kind of clueless. Sometimes he talks big and then pussy out when shit gets real, which pissed me off and also made him feel more believable. Also one of the moms absolutely milks herself in front of you like it is a normal Tuesday and that scene is burned in my brain forever, in a good but also “what am I doing with my life” kind of way.

What surprised me was how often the game just lets you sit in a moment and watch. Like you stand in the hallway, looking through a slightly open door, and see this mature woman half naked, squeezing her own breast because it is full and dripping, and the sound is almost wet in your head even if it is just text and image. Your choices decide if you stay to stare, walk in and pretend you heard a noise, or walk away like a coward. I pretended to leave, then came back, then quicksaved, then tried every option because I’m degenerate and also curious if the game would punish me. Sometimes it does, sometimes it just quietly tracks your pervy behavior and later she calls you out for always lurking around. That mix of being a sneaky voyeur and then suddenly invited to touch, to taste, to be basically her private toy, hits hard. And not everything is hot; there are clunky parts, some stiff lines, a few scenes repeat too much, and the sandbox can feel like wandering Pornhub with no search bar. But when it clicks, when you’re sitting on the couch, her in a tank top with no bra, your hand slowly sliding up her thigh while your “relative” walks in the next room, and you know one more click will push past the line you can’t pretend away anymore, it feels exactly like that dumb teenage fantasy your brain never really deleted.