Lena’s story starts quiet and a bit awkward, like that first shift at a new job where everything smells like old paper and furniture polish. She’s this shy girl dumped into a huge, old library that feels way too big for her. The game really leans into that silence. No jumps right away, no cheap “boo.” Just you, a slow crawl through dusty corridors, and Lena’s brain slowly getting louder than any sound effect. At first she’s just shelving books, logging weird titles, trying not to embarrass herself in front of the other staff. But the place has this almost wet, sticky atmosphere to it, especially in those restricted sections where the lights flicker in that “this is absolutely unsafe” way. There are these books that feel wrong before you even open them, and the game lets you just linger on them, making you choose if Lena peeks inside or pretends she’s a good girl. Of course she peeks. The erotic stuff doesn’t slap you in the face from the first click. It creeps in at the edges of her thoughts. Tiny flashes. A phrase in a book that hits way too close. A touch from a co-worker that lasts slightly longer than it should. A dream sequence where she’s not sure if that shadow touching her is a ghost, a god, or just her own pent-up frustration trying to cosplay as a demon. All that gets tied into this subtle horror vibe, like something in that library is watching her, gently pushing her to test herself, maybe ruin herself a bit. The sexy scenes feel like you’re reading Lena’s diary after she got horny on the bus and tried to pretend she wasn’t.

The game lets you lean her in different directions with your choices, and that part caught me. You can keep her timid and flustered, or you start letting her accept what turns her on, even when it’s clearly unhealthy. There’s a moment where she reads this ritual text that mixes religious guilt with raw, filthy desire, and you get the option to stop or keep reciting. I kept going, obviously, and the way her internal monologue shifts from “I shouldn’t” to “please more” is way hotter than any random porn animation. That same scene also has a little audio glitch that made my headphones crackle like broken ASMR, which annoyed me so much I had to pause, and then I went straight back because the writing had me by the throat. Also, the queer threads are handled in this messy, human way. She catches herself staring too long at a girl from the staff, and then later the unseen presence starts mimicking that girl’s voice in Lena’s fantasies. It’s fucked up, but in that “ok, I get why she’s wet and terrified at the same time” kind of way. The horror never fully jumps out with fangs, it just keeps suggesting that maybe the thing guiding her is inside her own head, or maybe it’s some horny eldritch archivist grooming her into a new role. I kept waiting for a cheap tentacle cliché that never properly arrived, which somehow made the teasing even more frustrating. Also, her shoes make this stupid little sound on the library floor and it drove me crazy, and I still don’t know why that detail stuck more than some plot points. Anyway, it’s a slow, sticky burn, more about watching a quiet girl pull herself apart choice by choice, page by page, until she’s not sure if she’s praying, masturbating, or both.

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.

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.