Imagine being dropped into a prison that looks more like some fucked up all-girl college dorm where the dress code is “tight, short, or nothing at all,” and you’re the only guy walking around with a hard-on that just keeps getting you in more trouble. That’s basically the feeling here. It pretends to be about rules and punishment, but very fast you notice every “discipline” scene is just an excuse to get someone’s tits out and press you against a wall. The guards glare at you, bark orders, then lean in too close. One of them shoved me against a metal door for “search” and the dialogue choice popped up right when her thigh was between my legs and I swear I misclicked because my mouse hand was literally shaking. I picked the flirty line by accident. It worked, I think? She slapped me and then her hand stayed on my chest way too long.

The game feels like reading a horny anime fanfic that somehow learned how to talk back at you. You’re always choosing between being obedient little toy, cocky asshole, or that dumb mix of both that gets you in the dirtiest scenes. There is a whole power thing going on all the time. They lock you in, chain you to a chair, make you answer questions, and it should be scary, but I was just staring at the way her uniform shirt kept opening more each time I played it differently. Some scenes are slow burn: long talks in the cell, stories about why each woman is even in this place, and you’re sitting there thinking “ok deep tragic backstory” and suddenly she pushes your face between her legs like it’s the most normal thing. That mood swing hits harder than my Chrome crashing when too many porn tabs are open. One guard is kind of soft and motherly until she snaps and uses you like a toy, another one acts like she hates your guts but keeps pulling you into empty rooms to “teach you rules” with her tongue in your mouth.

What got me was how much the story pretends you still maybe want to escape, while every choice slowly turns you into the prison’s personal dick. You start negotiating little favors: extra shower time for letting a guard tie your hands behind your back, better food in exchange for licking her boots clean, that kind of dirty bargain that makes you feel wrong and horny at same time. The AI-looking art sometimes shifts a bit weird around the eyes or the hands, but somehow that almost fits the whole “this place isn’t real, it’s like a fever dream where everyone wants to fuck you” vibe. One scene where you’re in the shower room, steam everywhere, multiple women walking around pretending they don’t see you checking them out, felt like my browser lagging in the best way. I clicked a dialogue option too fast and ended up agreeing to “let them inspect me” and suddenly I’m surrounded, towel gone, their fingers everywhere. Didn’t even feel like a choice anymore. The game keeps whispering in your ear that you’re trapped, but truth is, by the time a guard presses your head into her lap and tells you you’re her good little prisoner, you really don’t want those doors to open.

Izuku stuck in the bargain bin of hero schools already feels like some old shounen spin-off idea, but here it is, horny and kind of proud of it. Instead of the shiny U.A. life, you get this low-tier academy where everyone is trying to act like future heroes while also being extremely horny, extremely messy, and way too close in the dorms. Childhood friends dynamic hits right away: that awkward stage where you know exactly how someone looks naked in your imagination, but you still pretend you are “just friends who share dreams.” The game leans on that. You pick choices that look innocent, then suddenly Mina is pressing you against a locker, giggling, and asking if your “quirk” reacts to stress while her hand is already testing the theory through your pants. It feels like fanfic you read on AO3 on a bad day, but with actual branching routes and more explicit details than they could ever post there without getting banned.

What I liked is how it twists familiar faces into something filthier without losing all the charm. Tsuyu is still quiet and a bit shy, but here she is not some pure frog girl idol. She gets curious. She tilts her head, stares at your crotch, and asks straight if your stamina matches your training record. There is this scene where she offers to “help you relax” by the pool after class and the text really goes into describing her tongue as it lazily circles the tip, then speeds up, then slows again, like teasing is her real power. Already seen a hundred blowjob descriptions in porn games, yet this one actually made me pause my Spotify on my phone so I could focus. Then there is Toru. Honestly, invisible girl sex scenes are always hit or miss, but here they use the idea nicely: clothes floating to the floor, wet sounds in an empty classroom, desks moving, you seeing nothing but somehow feeling way more watched. You get these lines like “You feel fingers trace your chest, then lower, but the only thing you see is the bulge in your pants twitching” and it hits that invisible fetish in a surprisingly pervy way.

Not everything is perfect, obviously. Some lines sound like they were written by two different people and stitched together at 3% brain battery. You get this really hot buildup with Fumikage’s dark, broody energy, him pinning you in the moonlit hallway, Dark Shadow curling around both of you in a very not-safe-for-hero-course way, and then suddenly the narration uses a weird word like “unctuous” for pre-cum and my whole boner just laughed. Also, Inko shows up in this timeline and they go full “thicc lonely mom who worries way too much and touches your arm too long” route. One evening in her small apartment, the game makes you decide if you stay on the couch with her, and if you say yes, she leans in, her tits pressed against your arm, asking if the academy is really that stressful and if “mommy can make things easier.” The description of her nipples poking through the thin home shirt is actually better written than half the main route, which is weird and also kind of hot. But then a random line break appears in the middle of a sentence and I kept thinking about that instead of her hand slipping under the blanket. Minor thing, but it sticks. Still, when Mina drags you to the rooftop, wind blowing, her skirt barely staying down, then just says “fuck the rankings, fuck the rules, fuck me,” and climbs on your lap, riding you while you try not to scream loud enough for the whole cheap academy to hear, the game suddenly feels very sure of itself. Then it goes back to awkward dialogue again. Then it gets hot. Then weird. Then hot. Which, honestly, fits this sort of parody vibe way too well.

I played Brothel Virgin like I was trying to sketch lace on a body that wouldn’t stay still. It’s messy and kind of hypnotic, and that’s probably what I liked about it first. The world feels like velvet that’s been worn too long - soft but a bit frayed, and when the screen fades into the room at the Crimson Reverie, there’s that quiet hum I only get at the end of a runway show when everyone’s pretending not to be aroused by the models. Jenny’s laugh sounds like lipstick smudging against a glass; I kept replaying her intro scene hoping she’d say my name differently, slower. She doesn’t. Small thing but it bothered me. Still, the lighting in her room (well, if you can call it lighting, it’s more like a blush across the walls) made me forget it fast.

Matty’s design confused me. She looks like she was drawn by someone who loves stretch marks too much and I respect that deeply. Her scenes go from comforting to - how do you say - sticky? I’m used to games where every gesture feels rehearsed, but here her hands have this clumsy warmth that almost made me feel guilty touching the screen. Maybe I’m just too sentimental. Then Raven shows up and she wrecks all that tenderness with one smirk. There’s a sound cue before she appears - like a zipper halfway down - and it’s cheap, but it works. I hate that it works. Her storyline plays with all those moments between dominance and longing, and I kept thinking about fabric texture again: latex pretending to be silk.

Some transitions drag; some dialogues feel written by two people who never met. But that’s part of the charm. It’s not perfect, not even close, but neither are the bodies it celebrates. Sometimes I caught myself wondering why the brothel walls shimmer like oil, or why Jenny doesn’t blink enough. Doesn’t matter. The thing is, if you stop expecting polish and just lean into the heat, like, really lean, you’ll find your own reflection looking back at you through those impossible colors.

You wake up in this other world and the first thing that happens is a small-time goddess practically trips over herself calling you “great warrior” with the same confidence I lie on my resume. She looks like she should be handling prayers about lost socks, not shaping reality, and yet suddenly she’s glued to you, asking for advice about fate, morality, and whether it’s okay to dress like that in public temples. The game kind of throws you in the middle of this mess and just trusts your horny little brain to steer both your own destiny and hers. Which is a terrible idea, obviously, so it works perfectly. You’re not just clicking through pretty pictures; you’re playing therapist, corruptor, fake hero, and occasionally actual hero when you accidentally pick the “good” option while trying to get into someone’s pants. The goddess herself swings between sweet, unsure, “please notice me” cutie and dangerously hot demoness who looks like she’d burn a village for fun, then ask you if you liked the show. And yes, you can push her one way or the other. Slowly. Intimately. With dialogue choices that start out harmless and then go straight into “oh, guess I’m the bad influence now.”

The harem part doesn’t politely knock on the door, it just barges in. You go from confused outsider to the center of attention so fast it feels like you signed up for Tinder Gold by accident. Every woman you meet has an angle: the devoted priestess who clearly has a crush on the goddess but somehow ends up half undressed in front of you, the battle-hardened milf who talks like she’s here to train you for war and then lets your “training” slide into her bedroom, the noble lady who hides her filth behind manners that last about two dialogue boxes. It’s not just “collect them all” either; your choices mean some of them see you as a shining champion, others see you as the walking red flag they still want to fuck. That shift is honestly the best part. One scene she’s calling you “sir” with wide innocent eyes, ten minutes later she’s riding you like you’re the last relic of her faith, moaning about how the goddess is watching. Or not watching. Hard to say, she might be in the next room pretending she doesn’t hear anything. Unless you turned her into a jealous demoness already and now she wants to join.

The writing has that slightly chaotic energy where one line is heartfelt and the next line is horny enough to get you banned from Instagram. Sometimes you get these surprisingly heavy moments, like the goddess asking if she’s just your toy or if you actually care, and you’re sitting there half-hard trying to decide between “comfort her” or “ruin her.” Then in the middle of that, the game suddenly throws in a random side girl showing up with a quest that somehow ends with you pressed against a wall, hand between her thighs while she whispers that she’ll worship you instead of any god. There were a couple of spots where the pacing feels weird, like a serious moral choice right after a scene where you had someone bent over an altar, but honestly it fits the vibe. It’s messy, horny, and strangely sincere. The fantasy world itself does enough to feel alive without wasting your time on long boring lore dumps; you’re here to ruin divine reputations, not read a wiki. Sometimes the UI annoyed me for no real reason and I still kept clicking, which probably says a lot about my priorities. On my phone, playing in Chrome while pretending to check WhatsApp, I kept telling myself “just one more scene” and instead ended up changing the goddess from clumsy sweetheart into something that would absolutely get me excommunicated in real life. Anyway, there was this one temple scene with candles, her in half-corrupted form, and three different ways to twist it into something beautiful or fucked up and halfway through describing it I’m realizing I forgot what my original point was. Whatever. You’ll figure it out.