The Mock Award for Best Unearned Confidence goes to this freshman. Hands down. You ever meet a guy who walks into a party like he owns the place, even though his shirt has a ketchup stain and he forgot his wallet? That’s the energy here. The game drops you into this sandbox college setup, all 3DCG, and the first thing you notice isn’t the big tits on the milf professor, it’s the way the protagonist just... stares. Unblinking. The animation for the groping scene in the library stacks, by the way. Her reaction is this perfect mix of shock and something else, a little half-smile before the telling off. I spent an absurd amount of time just replaying that one tease sequence, the one where you can choose to pull back or push further, and the fabric stretching sound, or lack of it, actually, it’s weirdly silent which makes it more intense.

But then you’re in a lecture and the dialogue is about the quadratic formula or whatever and you remember oh right, I’m supposed to be a student. The sandbox element means you can just... not go to class. Which I did. For a week. The game didn’t punish me, really, just had a character text asking if I was dead. Felt real, honestly. The oral sex scene with the roommate’s visiting friend from back home, the one with the lip gloss that catches the dorm room’s bad lighting, has this one frame where her eyes go slightly cross. I don’t think it was on purpose but it’s stuck in my head now. The dating sim parts are there, you pick dialogue, you get points, but the real currency is just being in the right hallway at the right time. The big ass character at the gym, her storyline is all about her divorce and I think I missed a trigger somewhere because one minute we’re talking about protein shakes, the next she’s showing me a tattoo in a very not-gym location. The vaginal sex scenes have this weight to them, the animation isn’t floaty like some other games. There’s a slight clipping issue with the student council girl’s skirt during the rain scene but maybe that’s just my graphics settings. I wouldn’t know, I didn’t check.

Anyway the whole thing feels like a memory you’re not sure is yours. A party where you kissed someone and then helped them look for their car keys for an hour. That’s the vibe. Not polished, but it knows what it is. A college fantasy that’s more about the dumb, horny moments between the big events. The teasing never really stops, even when you think you’ve won. I forgot to mention the actual plot, I think there was one? Something about a dean? Doesn’t matter. The milf is the real dean. I’ll give it the award and leave it on the desk, unwashed coffee mug next to it.

You’re on your way to do the most boring errand possible, brain half asleep, thinking more about maybe getting laid later than about the milk. Next blink, you’re naked under cold blue light, strapped to some fucked-up chrome table on a ship that looks like a hentai artist and a biology teacher lost a bet together. There’s a bunch of aliens around you, not the slimy horror kind, more like “we studied human porn instead of anthropology” kind. Big eyes, weird skin, curves that make zero biological sense and still your dick’s like, “yeah ok, I can work with that.”

They talk about freezing you, cataloging your species, probing, all that cliché stuff, but then one of them pulls out this glowing scanner that beeps louder when it points at your crotch. That’s when the tone just drops into complete horny nonsense. Suddenly you’re not a prisoner, you’re “test material” for something they call G-Ray compatibility. Sounds like a Dragon Ball attack, actually more like “how much raw fuckpower can one human produce if we push all his buttons at once.” You get lined up with different aliens and hybrids, each one basically a kink experiment with extra tentacles or tails or weird pheromones that make your brain fuzz out. Some scenes are straight-up romantic comedy levels of dumb, like an alien girl trying to seduce you using phrases she learned from old human sitcoms. “Do you want to… netflix and… fluid exchange?” had me choking on my coffee. I didn’t even have coffee.

The whole thing plays out as a horny comedy of mistakes, choices, and “ok I probably ruined Earth but at least I came three times.” You pick responses, flirt, piss off the wrong scientist, maybe accidentally talk your way into a threesome instead of an execution. Half the time I was laughing, half the time I was just staring like, how is this so stupid and still kind of hot. One moment you’re trying to convince an alien commander that mating rituals improve combat morale, next moment you’re balls deep in some weird gravity field where every thrust feels heavier and your character is making these panicked “this is so wrong but keep going” faces. The humor actually hits more often than it should; then suddenly they slip in a little bit of emotional mood with an alien girl who got obsessed with human romance dramas and wants to “practice” them with you, complete with horribly misused idioms and a sex scene where she keeps asking if this is how couples “achieve narrative closure.” I loved that bit, and also kinda hated it because my brain was like, “stop laughing, this is supposed to be erotic,” and the game just goes, “nope, laugh while you cum, idiot.”

There is one tiny thing that annoyed me: the way they pretend choices don’t matter, then suddenly one dialogue branch locks you into a whole different set of encounters. I clicked something stupid like “sure, I like tentacles” thinking it’s just flavor text and ten minutes later I’m in a lab with way too many wriggly things and no undo button. Also the UI font looks like it was stolen from some 2009 phone game and never updated. But the good thing is that every route slams you with at least one “oh fuck, I need to screenshot this” moment: like the scene where Earth is visible out the window, they’re talking about destroying it, and you’re stuck in the middle of a blowjob, trying to mumble a heroic speech; or the alien who’s clearly using you as a thesis project and keeps taking notes in the middle of riding you, totally deadpan. The whole game feels like somebody mashed a horny shitpost thread from Reddit with a dating sim and then sprinkled some half-serious “save the world with your dick” energy on top. It shouldn’t work. It kind of doesn’t. But I still kept clicking, just to see what completely wrong idea it would throw at me next.