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.

Minerva really feels like that one toxic ex who suddenly shows up in your head when you’re trying to relax, except here she’s got magic, a cock, and zero interest in playing fair. The whole thing is built around that Fairy Tail moment with Erza and Kagura, but this time it’s like someone paused the anime, said “ok, what if this went completely off the rails,” and then just never stopped. You’re not getting some slow romance or teasing kisses. Minerva grabs the situation by the throat, literally and mentally, with Millianna as the fluffy-eared sacrifice in the middle of this mess. Her capture isn’t just story flavor, it’s the excuse for everything that happens next: hardcore bullying, psychological domination, and that shift into futa mode that feels more like she’s pulling a cursed weapon out of thin air than just “growing a dick.” It fits her, in a fucked up way. She looks at Millianna like a toy she rented, not a person, and the game actually leans into that instead of pretending it’s love.

Millianna is the soft spot in all this nastiness. Those ears, the tail, the way her body language switches from defiant to helpless once Minerva starts pushing her around. At first she’s trying to stay strong for Erza and Kagura, but once the magic cock shows up, that brave face cracks. She’s put in these positions that really show off her curves, her stockings slipping a little, hands forced behind her or pinned, and her eyes doing that half-ashamed, half-turned-on thing that always hits harder than pure blank lust. There’s a lot of focus on her pussy getting used, stretched, stuffed full by Minerva’s new “toy,” and it’s not gentle. You see her get pounded from angles that feel more like humiliation than intimacy, with her cute beast-girl aesthetic clashing against the brutal way she’s treated. It’s dirty in that proper hentai parody way, the kind where you know the original characters are completely ruined and that’s exactly the point. The whole lesbian tension that usually hangs around Erza’s crew gets twisted here into something darker, turned into Minerva’s playground instead of a sweet girl-on-girl moment. She taunts, she plays with Millianna’s reactions, sometimes slowing down just to watch that mix of pain and pleasure spread across her face. By the time she really starts ramming Millianna’s pussy like she owns it, the game has already made clear that this isn’t about happy endings. It’s about taking a familiar catgirl and breaking her on the floor, using that big magical cock until she’s nothing but sweat, tears, and a soaked hole that keeps clenching around Minerva whether she wants it or not. Erotic, mean, a bit too much in the best way.

Reaper here is not your moody edge-lord with two shotguns, he is basically walking ass-destruction service, and the game just goes, “yeah ok, let’s see how far this hole goes.” You pick if Reaper is more him or more her at the start, which is already kinda hot because both versions are thirsty as hell. Male Reaper is all about that brutal pounding vibe, thick cock, big rough hands on the hips, like he wants to bury you in the mattress. Female version keeps the mask and the tits, with this big futa cock that looks wrong in the best way, and somehow that makes the whole thing feel even filthier. It’s still Reaper, same mask, same attitude, just now your main concern is if your ass will ever close again.

Game drops you basically straight into anal action. No long buildup, no weird lore dump, just “here’s the hole, here’s the cock, figure it out.” You start playing with the speed and the different movement styles, and at first I was like “ok, standard stuff” and then suddenly the angle changes, the stroke gets deeper, and Reaper’s hips are just slamming in this very evil rhythm that made me bite my lip in real life. You mess a bit with tempo, go from slow teasing grind where just the tip sits there stretching the rim, to full brutal fucking where the cheeks are shaking and Reaper is just plowing like it’s overtime and the payload is your colon. There is this one moment when I cranked the speed a little too much and the character did that little body jerk that looks like “oh fuck, too deep” and I legit had to pause the game and laugh because yeah, felt that one in my soul.

The consequences part is what made me stay longer than I planned. It’s not just in-out animation loop. You actually see what happens after Reaper uses your ass as personal shooting range. Hole stays loose, lube or cum dripping, body language changes, there’s that exhausted slump where you can tell whoever is taking it is just done, but Reaper is not. I liked when you push him to go rough, pull him in close and the mask gets right into the frame while he hammers you, then after he finishes, you see the mess, the gape, the “ok I’m ruined” look. Honestly, I wish there were like one or two more positions, but at the same time the focus on anal and on this one fantasy makes everything hit harder. It’s dirty, very focused on that backdoor obsession, and the game kinda doesn’t care about anything else. Which, for an Overwatch Reaper fuck-my-ass simulator, is exactly as stupid and horny as it sounds.

This thing starts like some drunk tabletop campaign that got horny and never sobered up. Three cranky old spellcasters arguing in a tower about how huge the boobs should be on their “perfect” warrior, casting spells like kids tweaking sliders in a character creator, then years go by, everyone dies except one guy, and suddenly he’s stuck going to war with the walking, bouncing disaster they made together. And she really is a disaster in the best way: big armor that pretends to cover her, tits shoved up like they’re trying to escape the breastplate, thighs that look like they could crush demons or just sit on your face by accident. Half the time she looks like a holy knight, the other half like someone ripped pages from a dirty mage’s notebook and glued them onto a medieval codex.

The coolest part for me is when the fights stop feeling like simple fantasy “hit the goblin” stuff and turn into awkward flirting with extra steps. He throws spells, she charges in, something explodes, suddenly her clothes are shredded and he’s trying very hard to keep chanting while her nipples are basically waving hi to the entire battlefield. There’s this one sequence where they go into some ruined chapel, and the last surviving mage is trying to act serious, “battle, duty, honor” and all that, and she’s just leaning on her sword, sweat running between her breasts in slow drops, asking in this casual way if he “adjusted her stamina parameter back then for long sessions.” Completely normal sentence, absolutely filthy out of context. And the game knows it. It zooms in, lingers, makes him choke on his spell words, like the UI itself is horny and trolling you.

I kind of hate how clunky some bits feel in between all that. Dialogue jumps, some scenes cut like the dev sneezed on the keyboard and pressed skip, and there’s this one transition where it looks like she teleports across a room just so the camera can shove her ass in your face. It annoyed me for one second, then I caught myself staring at the jiggle and forgot what I was annoyed about. That happens a lot. I complain, then she does this slow armor removal, layer by layer, like she’s peeling herself out of a holy cosplay, and everything in my brain just goes quiet except “oh, fuck.” The last mage is the worst liar, by the way. He keeps talking about “strategy” and “tactics” while clearly ogling his own creation, and the game makes you sit right there inside his head as he tries to focus on fireballs while her pussy’s practically framed by broken plate and glowing runes. It’s kind of stupid. It’s kind of hot. It feels exactly like some horny wizard spent too long alone in his tower and decided his ultimate weapon needed ridiculous curves, zero realistic armor, and a battle style that looks like an excuse to get railed between fights.