Train home, one hand on the phone, other hand pretending to hold the rail, and this game pops back in my head again. That dumb little title I opened “just for a quick peek” on Firefox between Slack pings, and then suddenly I’m watching this kinda pathetic, kinda hot Futa MC jerking off in a school locker room to a girl’s cardigan like it’s the Holy Grail. Asuna is exactly that type: quiet, looks normal, huge secret between her legs, brain packed with way too much horny. It’s all school corridors, after-class empty rooms, the faint smell you imagine from gym clothes and panties stuffed into a bag. She’s obsessed with Sakurako in such a messy, stalker way that it should feel wrong, but the writing leans into it so hard it becomes this weirdly honest fantasy of “what if my crush actually caught me doing this and didn’t freak out, just stared and said keep going”. When Sakurako sees her buried in the closet, dick out, using her clothes like a tissue, the whole mood flips in like two lines. No big romance speech, just that one line where she asks to watch, and suddenly the whole story pivots from secret perv to exhibition pet project. That turn is where the game sold me. I was already on board for the jerk-off-in-uniforms stuff, but it hits different when the target of the lust starts leaning in instead of running away.

Scenes feel like they’re written by someone who has actually edged to eroge in a cramped apartment and not some “professional” writer polishing every line. There’s a lot of clumsy phrasing, some horny repetition, and the audio is that super recognizable Japanese voice style where the girl sounds half embarrassed, half demon in heat. Sometimes the moans go on a bit too long while the text is saying almost nothing, and I kept tapping through like, yeah yeah I get it, she’s panting, please let me see what she does next with that toy. But then a line would land perfectly, like when Sakurako casually orders Asuna to stroke slower while she’s still in uniform, one shoe slipped off, and I just stopped and reread it. The power dynamic is funny because Asuna is the one with the dick, but she’s also the one basically chained by her own crush, getting told when to jerk, when to stop, where to cum. There’s a scene with her on her knees under a desk, trying to keep quiet while someone passes outside the classroom, and I actually grinned like an idiot on the subway, which is… not ideal. The different routes sneak up on you too. I picked choices almost at random on my phone, thinking “okay, this is clearly the horny option”, and then later I realized I completely locked myself into a more twisted relationship path without noticing. One run I ended up with a really intimate mutual play scene that felt almost sweet, the next I got something colder and way more humiliating, same two girls, same setting, just slightly different chain of “yes” to her requests. Some of the AI-touched art looks off in tiny places, like fingers fused weird or a stray strand of hair doing impossible gymnastics, and it pulled me out for a second, but then the next frame would hit me with Asuna’s face glazed and eyes rolled up, full ahegao, and honestly my brain just shut up and let it happen. Perfect for those shameless “five minutes in the bathroom with Chrome incognito and headphones half in” kind of sessions.

Bored guy in a glass box in the sky decides he wants to break his toy a little. That is basically the soul of this thing. You start as this marketing exec who has everything dialed in: money, cool apartment with stupidly huge windows, and a girlfriend who looks like she walked out of some luxury perfume ad, all long legs, big tits, expensive taste, polite smile. She is “good girl” in that high society way, the kind that apologizes when the waiter bumps into her. And you look at her and think: what happens if I push? Just a bit. Just enough to crack that perfect mask. So you tell her to take off her clothes next to the glass, where the city can see. It is not even subtle. It is just: show me how far you can fall for me.

What I liked is how dirty it feels without being all screaming porn right away. At first it is like a stupid couple game, 30 seconds with her shirt open, her nipples pressed to the cold glass, you standing behind her, half teasing, half testing. You keep talking, whispering in her ear about people watching, about the office guy across the street maybe jerking off behind his blinds. She blushes, tries to cover herself with her hands, and of course you move them away. Tiny thing that annoyed me: at one point she wears these heels that look like they were grabbed from a random asset store and my brain just fixated on them for no reason. Anyway. Slowly she starts obeying faster. You tell her to bend over, to spread, to let you slide your fingers inside her while the city is right there, all the lights, all the windows. Sometimes the game cuts to this voyeur angle, like you are on the opposite balcony, watching her tits bounce while you fuck her from behind, and it feels wrong in that good, greasy way. Sometimes the pacing is weird and a scene just ends when you actually wanted to stay there longer, with her face smashed on the glass, mouth open, drool, eyes rolling up in that ahegao mess. I even paused once just to stare at the reflection of your own body in the window, pressing close behind her, like you two are on display in some live porn shop above the street.

Over time she shifts from “no, this is crazy” to touching herself on her own, pressing her pussy on the window, rubbing her clit while people maybe walk below and you just watch, arms crossed, this calm little overlord vibe. There is romance, but it is twisted, because every “I love you” is wrapped around male domination. You praise her, then push her harder. Make her suck you while the curtains are half open, then pull her hair and aim your cum so it drips down her chin in full view of those hypothetical neighbors you keep talking about. One creampie scene sticks in my head: you make her ride you facing the glass, her big ass slamming down, your cock buried inside her until you fill her and tell her not to move, to let it leak while she stares at her own reflection, cheeks flushed, half ashamed, half proud. It is corruption but also kind of a collaboration, because she slowly starts wanting it, asking “do you think they can see my tits from here?” then lifting them up like an exhibitionist little trophy. Anal slips in as a sort of next-level dare, where she hesitates, then lets you push in while she bites the glass, hands flat, nails scratching. There is oral, there is masturbation, there are those moments where you catch her stroking herself when you are not even in the room and the camera pretends to be security footage. Part of me wanted more variety outside the apartment, but at the same time, that single cage of glass and city lights gives it this weird art piece feeling, like the whole relationship is a performance for invisible strangers scrolling their phones on the other side of the street.

You arrive at Caerlin Academy already feeling like you took a wrong train in life. Fancy uniforms, shiny halls, everyone walking in little cliques like they own the place. And in a way, they kind of do. The whole school is split into these Houses that act more like gangs than clubs. Some meathead Alpha jock gets in your face on day one, crowd watching, the guy treating you like you’re already his toy. He grabs your collar, you smell his cheap cologne, and in a weird way it sets the tone for everything that comes after: this place runs on power, sex, and who can make who kneel first. You answer back, of course, and there’s this second of silence where even the background chatter in the hallway feels like it stops. Then the whispers start, people recording with their phones, girls biting their lips because they like a guy who doesn’t just shut up and take it.

From there, the game doesn’t really pretend to be wholesome. One moment you’re in a “normal” classroom, teacher droning, and a Gamma girl in the row ahead is sliding her phone back to you under the desk. It’s a pic of her in the bathroom mirror, uniform skirt pushed up, tongue out in that stupid ahegao face that somehow still makes your dick twitch. You’re trying to focus on the lesson and she’s watching you in the reflection of the window, waiting for you to react. Touch the screen to reply, and you’re not just choosing words, you’re teasing her, ordering her to adjust her panties, telling her exactly what you’d do to her behind the lab building. The game does this fun thing where the dirty stuff often starts in small ways, like a hand “accidentally” brushing against a thigh in the crowded hallway, or you pinning a girl against a locker when nobody else is around, her breath catching while your hand squeezes her ass through the fabric. Sometimes it’s sweet, she leans into your touch like she’s been starving for it. Sometimes it’s rough, you push her harder, her eyes go wide, then she smiles and whispers “harder” back. And yeah, sometimes the pacing just dies because you’re stuck in some slow romance talk in the dorm common room while you only want to shove her over the couch and fuck her brains out, but then suddenly she’s on her knees instead and you forget you were annoyed.

What hits hardest is how intimate a lot of scenes feel even when they’re totally filthy. There’s this one late-event where a girl drags you into an empty classroom after everyone “officially” went home. She locks the door, climbs on the teacher’s desk and tells you to sit. You get this POV angle where she slowly unzips you, wraps her hand around your cock, and starts stroking while keeping eye contact, like she’s testing how long till you break. The game lets you decide if you just sit there and let her worship you, or grab her hair and guide her mouth down, feeling her lips stretch around you while her drool drips on your lap. You can hear the faint sounds of some club still practicing outside while she struggles not to gag too loud. Later, there’s a scene in a dark gym storage room during some stupid academy event, where a couple of house girls end up sharing you, passing your cock between their mouths, spit and lipstick smeared everywhere, one of them begging you to cum inside her pussy, the other demanding the same. You don’t get some deep moral lesson, just raw choices: creampie the one riding you, pull out and paint the other’s tongue, or hold them there and make them finish you with their hands until you’re completely empty and they’re laughing like they got away with a crime. It’s messy, horny, sometimes kind of romantic when you don’t expect it, and then suddenly you’re spanking a girl over a study desk while she tries to recite formulas and fails because your fingers are inside her. The story likes to pretend hierarchy is everything, but once you’ve had a girl grinding on your lap in the library whispering “use me however you want, just don’t stop,” that whole system starts to feel like just another excuse to get you closer to the next blowjob, the next wet heat around your cock, the next time you watch a proud academy princess lose her mind and cum hard all over you.

This one feels like catching some dude’s dirty browser history and then realizing you kind of want to keep scrolling. You’re in this cramped little house vibe with a young guy who’s way too into his mom, and it doesn’t even pretend to be wholesome. It starts slow, just small stuff, watching her walk around in those tight clothes, the shirt that rides up when she reaches, boobs practically falling out. You click through his internal monologue, and he keeps telling himself it’s wrong, he’ll stop, he’ll be “normal”, all that. Then she catches him jerking off with her panties, and everything tilts. That scene is where I paused like three times just to grab GIFs, because her face slides from shock to this kind of hungry curiosity, and the animation leans in hard on that ahegao twist, tongue, eyes, the whole package.

Once that door is open, the game stops pretending it’s about “morality” and just goes into every kink it promised. There’s the slow burn romance angle where she’s stroking his hair, calling him her “good boy”, acting like she wants to protect him, and three lines later she’s on her knees, drool on his shaft, tits pressed together for a messy titfuck that ends in a creamy drip between her cleavage. And yeah, the big tits are not just background decoration, the camera keeps zooming on them, bouncing, squeezed in tight tops, nipples poking through when things get heated. You can go from soft handjob scenes on the couch, where the room is quiet and you only hear his breathing and the little wet strokes, straight to her bending over the bed for anal because she doesn’t want him to “risk” making her pregnant. That anal scene after the argument in the hallway was wild, she’s half mad, half turned on, telling him he’s a bad son while pushing her ass back on him, and then the game lingers on the creampie inside, like way longer than it needs to. Not complaining.

It’s kinda funny, sometimes it pretends like female domination is the main theme, with her ordering him to lick her feet, making him massage her legs and then sliding her toes over his dick, really slow, teasing him, talking about how boys shouldn’t touch their moms. Then suddenly he snaps and flips her on the bed and you get this rough male domination sequence where she’s begging for more, nails in his back, ahegao face in full glory, legs shaking while he pounds her. The spanking parts sit in a weird place for me: on one hand, great angles of her fat ass jiggling when he slaps it, red handprints blooming, panties pulled to the side. On the other hand, the sound effect there is just a bit off, like someone clapped in a bathroom. I kept noticing that, especially with headphones on, and then I forgot about it because she starts moaning louder and you get that slow zoom on his cock sliding inside her, wet and shiny, and yeah, brain empty again. There’s also a short masturbation scene where she thinks he’s asleep, rubbing herself on his bed, whispering his name, and that one might be my favorite, since it mixes the romance with the pure filth so well. Honestly it tries to act deep for a second with all his guilt and talk about leaving home, but it’s total bullshit in the best way, because every choice that looks “pure” still leads you into some new angle of oral, anal, or her riding him in the living room while the curtains are half open like they both want the neighbors to see.