Guy hates sports, is stupid good at every sport, and somehow his whole college life is still about balls flying at his face. That’s the basic vibe. You play this dude who could be a campus legend on the court or field, but he’s got this weird mental block and some crap in his past that makes him flinch every time someone says “tryouts”. While everyone’s talking about glory and trophies, you’re in your room scrolling TikTok and jerking off instead of training. The game loves that contrast: serious backstory lurking in the background while you’re staring at some girl’s giant tits bouncing in a tight uniform during practice. It starts innocent, all “new semester, new people, meet the foster family that actually cares about you” and it slowly stops being innocent when you realize half the cast is hot and the camera knows exactly where to look. Ass shots, boob physics, those little animated thigh jiggles when a girl leans over the desk. You’ll know what I mean the first time the busty teammate stretches in front of you and the scene lingers just a tiny bit too long. That moment when you’re supposed to be listening to strategy and instead you’re thinking about bending her over the bleachers. Yeah, that one.

The whole thing plays like a horny dating sim that got lost in a sports anime and never found its way back. Conversations feel casual, sometimes even messy, like Discord chat energy, but then you click the flirt option and suddenly it goes from “haha you’re silly” to “oh, you’re actually hard right now, aren’t you?” way faster than you expect. One scene you’re joking around in the locker room, next scene you’re in your room at night, phone screen glowing, replaying her laugh in your head while you stroke yourself under the sheets and try not to wake anyone in the house. The foster family part gives this weird warm vibe. They treat you like you matter, which somehow makes the lewd moments in the same house feel dirtier. You come home after a rough day, your foster sister type crashes on the couch with her huge tits spilling out of her top, and the game really wants you to notice how the fabric rides up over her ass. You pretend you’re focused on your homework, but you’re not fooling anyone, least of all the camera. There’s a bunch of romantic stuff, slow burns, soft smiles in the school hallway, but then you get a shot of some girl’s big ass in tight jeans as she walks away and your brain forgets the emotional depth instantly. Choices actually matter here, or at least they pretend to. Say the wrong stupid line to the shy girl with the massive chest and she shuts down for a while. Say the right sweet thing and later she’s in your room, cheeks red, trying to act like masturbating together is “just helping a friend relax”. It’s clumsy, horny, and kind of honest about how messy college hormones really are. And yeah, the MC’s hatred of sports keeps creeping back in right when things get hot, like he’s one bad memory away from switching from chasing trophies to chasing nothing but pussy for the rest of the semester. Honestly, fair.

Eric thinks he’s just taking his shy little wife Grace out of the city for some quiet countryside air, but the whole thing reeks of “bad idea” from the second you see his dad. Fletcher is that type of older guy your mom warned you about on Facebook fitness groups: silver at the temples, shoulders like he still lifts real weights instead of scrolling TikTok, that easy smile that screams “I fuck around and never get caught.” The game doesn’t waste time pretending he’s a saint. He’s checking out Grace in the first ten minutes, eyes lingering on her ass when she leans over, pretending he’s just “correcting her posture.” You’re sitting there thinking, dude, that’s your son’s wife, but then the camera just stays on those big tits pressed against his chest during a “harmless” stretching session and suddenly you’re not judging shit anymore. And the fun part is, you’re not locked into one point of view; one moment you’re trapped inside Grace’s confused little head, trying to convince yourself Fletcher’s hands on your hips are totally normal family stuff, next moment you’re Eric, watching from the doorway, pretending you don’t see the way your own dad looks at your woman like a new workout machine he wants to test.

The neighbors are the cherry on this fucked up cake. Hailey and Ian are that weird couple that seems too friendly, the type who brings over a pie for no reason and then won’t leave. Hailey is pure trouble: perky, tight top, always “accidentally” bending over in front of Eric, asking him to help fix something while her husband is away. Meanwhile, Ian acts like Fletcher’s lost twin spiritually, throwing horny little hints and talking way too much about “sharing experiences” over beers. It starts slow, just casual hangouts in the backyard, a barbecue where Grace shows up in those yoga pants that hug her thick ass just right, Fletcher’s eyes following every bounce like it’s a religious thing. Then you get that one scene where Grace is helping Fletcher in his private “gym,” he’s standing behind her, guiding her arms for some light exercise, and his hands end up on her tits longer than any normal human needs for “correction.” You can see her breathing change. She doesn’t pull away. The game just sits in that discomfort. Long. And if you want, you push it. Maybe Eric walks in and pretends everything is fine, maybe he watches silently from the top of the stairs while his own father slowly corrupts the woman he promised to protect, or maybe you push Grace herself to go from “this is wrong” to “I just want to feel that thick daddy cock break me in.” There’s this one scene where Fletcher’s hand casually wraps around hers while she’s stroking him and he guides her pace like he’s teaching her some fitness move, and she’s biting her lip, eyes glassy, muttering his name instead of her husband’s. It’s gross and hot and messy and feels exactly like some fucked up Pornhub rabbit hole you swear you’ll never go down again, right before you click the next scene anyway.

Horny trivia brain here, and this thing feels like someone smashed a dating sim into a porno quiz where the right answer is always “yeah, I'll watch that too”. You start out in this school vibe where everyone pretends to be all pure and innocent, but the game is just waiting for you to poke around and catch them doing filthy shit when they think nobody’s watching. One girl acts like the perfect virgin honor student, blushing if you even say “kiss”, and five minutes later she’s on her knees in a deserted classroom, drool on her chin while she tries to deepthroat a guy she swears she “doesn’t like like that”. Another scene, you’re peeking through a half open door at a so-called tutor session and the “lesson” is very clearly a slow, sloppy handjob under the desk while the teacher pretends nothing is happening and keeps writing on the board. Of course the game lets you sit there, watching that hand move faster and faster, like you’re the world’s creepiest proctor.

Strangest part, the sandboxy structure actually works with the horny quizmaster in my head. Your brain goes: “Alright, who’s getting stripped today?” and the game basically goes “correct, here’s the shy girl losing her clothes piece by piece because she lost some stupid bet”. Skirt tossed over the chair, bra hanging from the ceiling fan, panties pulled down to her knees, and she’s still trying to cover her big tits with these tiny shaking hands. Half the fun is that you pick which route to click next and it feels like you’re jumping between channels on Pornhub, but every channel is the same messy group of people fucking up their lives in different ways. One guy’s romantic route looks all sweet at first, hand holding under the table, tender kisses behind the gym, then suddenly you’re watching his girl riding someone else’s huge cock in the locker room while he’s searching the halls for her. Game even lets you decide if you wanna see that kind of betrayal or just pretend she stayed loyal and only sucks your dick in the bathroom stall, trying not to moan too loud because there’s a teacher outside.

It is pretty funny how often the camera lingers on asses though. Big asses everywhere. Bending over to pick up a dropped pencil, to “look for something” in the locker, to pretend they didn’t notice you staring. One black dude shows up and the whole mood changes, like the game is whispering “pop quiz: how much can she take?” and suddenly the petite girl who was scared of just kissing is getting her throat used like it’s some kind of warm toy. He grabs her hips, her ass jiggles, and you can tell she’s way out of her depth, but she keeps going, probably because you pushed her down that path six clicks ago. Sometimes you swap between different protagonists and that actually confused me at first, because I thought I was still the same guy when I walked in on a blowjob scene… then realized I was now the dude getting cheated on, not the one being sucked. That little punch in the gut is kinda hot, kinda annoying. Also the text speed in one scene is weird as hell and I kept trying to click past one line that just refused to go away, like it was taunting me. But hey, the animated thrusting looks good enough when you finally get to full on vaginal, thighs slapping, her tits bouncing all over the place, and she clings to whoever it is like this is the only dick she’ll ever need. Which is obviously bullshit, because three scenes later she’s grinding on someone else while pretending she was “saving herself”. Peak school romance energy right there.

There’s this weird moment when you’re playing, where you suddenly realize that in this world nobody is really “the guy” or “the girl” in the old boring way, and yet everybody is horny about power anyway. You’re this college professor, trans woman, looking very put-together on the surface, stylish outfits, that slightly strict teacher energy that makes you want to sit up straight and also get on your knees. The campus looks normal at first, everyday slice-of-life stuff, coffee in the staff room, awkward students, dumb meetings. Then conversations slowly twist into something more playful, more corrupted, like the world already accepted that gender is flexible, but people are still kinky little creeps about who gets to be on top. You’re respected by your colleagues, but they look at you with that extra second of eye contact, like they know you’re packing more than a gradebook under that skirt. The boyfriend exists, sure, sweet and supportive and kind of useless, which is funny, because the game pretends everything is fine while quietly setting up all these opportunities to ruin that “normal life” with your own hands.

What really hooked me was when the game stops flirting and actually lets you act on all that tension. There’s this scene with a shy femboy in your class, the kind that blushes just from you calling his name, and the dialogue lets you tease him slowly enough that you can almost hear his voice crack. You can be soft, patient, talking about his future and grades, and then without changing tone you slide into talking about how obedient he is, how cute his legs look when he crosses them. It feels like you’re directing your own audio drama, choosing where the pitch goes up, where you lean in, when you finally push him over that line. And because the MC is mostly the one on top, the camera and the writing both treat her as the center of gravity. She takes control in bed with the same calm authority she uses in the classroom, guiding a girl’s head down for a blowjob or pressing a trembling trans partner into the mattress for a deep, messy creampie. There’s a scene in a cramped office where you corner a female colleague who has been flirting for way too long, and you can practically imagine the sound of the chair wheels scraping as you pin her there, one hand on her throat, the other under her skirt, until she breaks and begs you to fuck her harder. It should be ridiculous, and it is, but the game knows it. It goes from serious psychological “who am I really” questions to you railing a cute futa on your desk like this is just another faculty meeting. And of course, I kept pausing the game thinking about how I would deliver those lines as a voice actor, where to add a breathy laugh, where to drag out a moan. Then I forgot completely and just clicked through, because seeing the professor pound that femboy into the bed while whispering in his ear about how good boys spread their legs for their teacher was way more interesting than analyzing anything.