You wander through this dead, sunburned Egypt where the sand is full of bones and broken tech, and somehow your biggest problem keeps becoming “who am I fucking tonight and how hard.” The game throws you in as this desert scavenger who is supposed to be hunting relics and old-world junk, but every time you push deeper into the ruins you just keep stumbling into more messed up, horny situations. One second you are negotiating with some half-feral tribal girl who wants water, the next second she is on her knees between your legs in a crumbling temple, sand dust falling from the ceiling while she gags on your cock and tries to keep eye contact like it’s some kind of ritual. The story pretends to care about fate, old gods, this artifact that can twist the future and all that, but the real tension is always “do you ruin this person, or do you pretend to be her savior while still using her body.” It feels wrong and hot at the same time, like you are playing with a broken toy that still smiles at you.

What actually keeps it interesting is how many different flavors of messed up it has. You have girls who melt the second you humiliate them in front of others, being dragged by a collar through a ruined street while people stare. You have this strict, icy woman who acts like she owns you, spitting orders and making you lick her feet, only for you to later chain her up in some underground chamber and fuck her until she cries and drools milk all over herself. One girl is shy and flat, another stacked and leaking, and the game really doesn’t care if you want to turn the whole ruined pyramid complex into your personal harem, breeding them, sharing them with your allies, or letting them “serve” as slaves in some filthy market. Sometimes the sex is slow and almost tender, bodies pressed together on dusty sheets in a half-collapsed apartment, sometimes it jumps into full-on horror, with blood, screaming, and you still hard while something awful drips down her thighs. You get pissing scenes in dirty showers, public use in alleys, group scenes in torch-lit chambers where everybody is sweaty and no one really knows who is fucking who anymore. There are moments where you feel like a monster, forcing a girl to strip in front of her own family, or making a daughter watch what you do to her mother, and the game just lets that hang there, no hand holding, no “good boy” message, just your choices and the way these broken people cling to you anyway. Then five minutes later you are clicking through some dialog that feels like it came from a hentai shitpost and laughing because it is so blunt and stupid. It is rough, filthy, sometimes too much, sometimes not enough, but it sticks in your head like the taste of sweat and sand on someone’s skin.

Guy sees one weird ad on his phone, taps it like an idiot, and suddenly his whole life is tits, rules, and women who talk to him like he’s a toy they bought on Amazon. That’s pretty much the vibe of Femdom Academy. It feels like one of those shady mobile apps that tries to flirt with you in push notifications, except this time the flirting turns into a full school system built around you being the rare guy in a country full of horny, bossy women who think “consent form” is just a warm up. The setting is this strict academy where you’re the male transfer student, and every hallway is a trap. You’re staring up at teachers with big tits pressed against the desk, classmates who pretend to be sweet girls but tighten the metaphorical collar the second you say something stupid, and prefect-types who show up after classes to check if you did your “obedience homework”. Half the time you’re trying to be smooth and spit some pickup line like you’re on Bumble, half the time you’re on your knees wondering how the hell a math quiz turned into a blowjob test with a vibrator involved.

What I liked a lot is how the game actually lets you mess up your “game”. You try to be charming, throw out a line you’d use on Tinder, and instead of a cheesy romance answer you get a sharp smile and, boom, she’s pushing your head right into her thigh and telling you exactly how you’re going to make up for that cheesy shit. There’s this scene in a study room, for example, where you can try to compliment a girl’s ass in a cocky way. If you aim it right, she leans back in her chair, spreads her legs slow, pulls a toy from her bag like it’s just a pen, and starts teasing herself while making you watch. If you aim it wrong, she calls over another girl, they both sit on your face one after the other and keep talking about your “presentation skills” like it’s a normal group project. The whole POV thing hits harder here because the camera keeps you low, looking up at their thighs, their hands in your hair, drool and lipstick and that slight cruel smile when they know they’ve got you. There’s a lesbian angle running in the background too, some girls playing with each other while using you as furniture, and you catch tiny glimpses of jealousy or softness when they think you’re not looking. But every time you think “oh, she’s actually nice”, she tightens a collar, grabs your chin and makes you hold eye contact while she uses a vibrator on you until your legs shake. It’s rough, a bit crazy, sometimes emotional in a weird way, and very obviously about you being the rare dick in a world of confident women who want everything from handjobs in the locker room to full-on group scenes in the dorm, on their terms, at their pace, with your role locked in as the willing, horny, slightly overwhelmed toy who keeps coming back for more.

You start as this ex–special forces guy who suddenly feels completely useless, which is kind of funny because he’s ripped, trained, all that macho stuff, and then some slime girl with tits bigger than his head just shrugs off rifle fire like it’s nothing. The world is getting chewed up by these dungeons that keep popping open like zits, monsters spilling out, magic everywhere, normal logic out the window. Then the whole “Awakened” thing kicks in, and he basically goes from soldier to magic freak with a hard-on, trying to clean up the mess in a way the army never trained him for. It’s not a heroic story in the usual sense, more like: “okay, the planet is screwed, might as well fuck my way through the problem while I’m at it.” The game leans into that. You go from room to room in these dungeons, talking to girls who really should be your enemies, but somehow they’re all stacked like hentai convention mascots and have faces that melt into ahegao the second your clothes come off.

The tone is weirdly calm at first. There’s this slow pace where you wander around the hub, poke different events, check who’s hanging out where, and it feels like a chill fantasy sandbox with magic and politics and people coping with monsters at the door. Then you stumble into a chamber and you’re suddenly pinning a demoness with wings and a ridiculous ass against a wall, stuffing her full until she’s moaning with that over-the-top tongue-out expression. The scenes are animated just enough, with these 3D-style CGs that loop and shift angles, and the dev is clearly horny for big breasts because every woman looks like gravity is just a suggestion. I like how the dungeon itself is part of the story, not just a corridor to spam fights. You discover weird rules, like doors that only open if you “satisfy” the guardian, or a cursed room that turns a regular battle into a domination scene where she tries to ride you into submission, then ends up getting creampied so hard the magic seal breaks. It’s stupid, but in a good way. And the facial detail when they hit that ahegao point? Uncomfortably good.

The slow-burn parts shine the most. Talking to a monster girl you fought last time and now she’s in your base, pretending she’s there against her will, while clearly waiting for you to take charge again. You learn bits of how their world connects to ours: some of them were human, some were born from the dungeon itself, and everybody’s sort of stuck in this war where sex and power are completely tangled. Couple of times I wished the UI didn’t hide the damn interaction spots in the hub because I spent like ten minutes circling around a tavern just to trigger one scene with a sorceress whose robe doesn’t even pretend to close over her boobs. That annoyed me and then I forgot because the next thing was her bent over a magic circle, gasping while you pump her full, white dripping all over the glowing runes. The domination angle is nice too, since you can play the protagonist as someone who enjoys having control in bed, even when the girl is technically a monster who could snap him in half. The writing isn’t “high literature”, but honestly it fits. Feels like reading a horny webnovel where the author really likes describing asses, and bodies, and that moment right after the creampie where her belly twitches and she pants and stares at you like “again?” and you’re like, yeah, obviously.

Small town, boring campus, horny brain. That is the whole mood of this thing. You play this kinda lazy city kid who only pretends to care about uni, then your dad throws you into this dead little town where nothing moves faster than the old ladies on benches. At least, that is what it looks like first evening. Then you meet Rally. Skinny, cute, soft face, that kind of boy where your brain goes “he?” and “she?” at same time and refuses to pick. He offers you a cheap room, like some normal roommate deal, but the vibe is not normal at all. First night, you can hear him through the thin wall, slow fap noises and tiny breathing, and you get that instant “oh, this is one of those games” feeling. The game doesn’t rush it though, which I kind of liked and kind of hated. You spend a bit too long just walking to lectures you barely see, talking to people who have way bigger tits than any campus adviser I ever saw on my real-life Zoom classes, and half the time your guy is thinking with his dick instead of his GPA. Classic.

Rally is the star here. Early on you catch him half‑dressed in the corridor, oversized shirt barely covering that bubble butt, cute little panties peeking when he bends to pick up laundry. You get a dialog choice: pretend you saw nothing or stare like a dog. Of course I stared. He blushes, legs crossing a bit, camera lingering way too long, and I was like “yeah, this dev grew up on old eroge too.” Later, there is this scene where you wake up in the middle of the night and he’s sitting on your bed, saying he’s cold. The model leans in close, this soft boy body but with that obvious bulge pushing the fabric, and suddenly the whole teasing act flips. He starts grinding on your leg, hands shaking, and your MC can either play the gentleman or grab his hips. There is some nice masturbation stuff too. One afternoon, everyone’s at class, you are stuck “studying” in your room. You open your phone, scroll porn like on xVideos, and the game lets you pick what you watch. I picked a thick MILF with big tits, riding some lucky bastard, and your guy just strokes along while the sound leaks through your earbuds. Then Rally knocks on the door, you panic, try to click away, but the sound bugged for me and kept playing under the dialog. Whole scene suddenly feels way more filthy because they talk about rent and shopping while moaning still going in the back. Maybe a bug, maybe genius. The town itself hides some surprises too, like that older woman at the store with the huge ass and “I shouldn’t fuck my tenant” kind of aura, and when the game finally lets you get her alone in a backroom, the 3D models go full on, with her riding you, tits bouncing in your face, and you almost forget you were supposed to be here for lectures at all. It’s messy, slow in weird spots, horny in good ones, and yeah, I closed the browser, went to make tea, and kept thinking about Rally’s smug little smirk when he catches you staring at his panties.