This one feels like somebody mashed a horny New Year party, a half broken fitness app, and a weird monster-girl dating sim together, forgot to clean it up, then quietly pushed it online. In a good way. Mostly. You start as this muscle obsessed dude hanging around a gym that has no right to be this full of monster girls with big soft everything. The dev calls it a “special episode” and it really does feel like that. Not a full new game, more like that one extra Christmas OVA that nobody asked for but everybody secretly watches twice. You already know the rhythm: male protagonist, training, flirting, bad decisions. Except here the gym is dressed up for Xmas and New Year at the same time, fairy lights over squat racks, mistletoe near the punching bags, huge fluffy tails brushing past weight benches while you try not to stare at bouncing tits. You fail.

What surprised me was how much of it is just… wandering. Not boring wandering, more like messy sandbox energy. You move around the gym, locker rooms, some side rooms that look more like fantasy tavern than sport center. Talk, pick scenes, poke at stuff. Sometimes you get romance vibes, sometimes it is just straight up “shut up and fuck me against the leg press” energy. The 2D art is classic horny-cg style, but the girls have that “I’m a monster but still soft and warm and extremely huggable” thing. Big asses, big tits, big ears, sometimes horns, sometimes fur on places where clothes ride up when they really should not. There is this one dinner event that should be simple, just New Year dinner with one of the girls, and the game absolutely refuses to let it be wholesome. Candlelight, muscles in tight shirt, huge boob window across the table, tail sneaking around your legs like it has its own kinks. You get dialog choices that pretend to be romantic, but both results still end with you getting dragged somewhere more private. I complained to myself about a typo in one of the lines and then completely forgot because the next cg had her thighs wrapped around my face. Priorities are weird.

What makes it feel slightly cursed in a charming way is how the “sport” and “gym” part never fully disappears, even when things get really filthy. You are getting a blowjob in the shower, and in the background there is still a poster explaining correct squat form. One furry muscle girl makes you “spot” her while she benches, except the spotting is just an excuse to watch her pecs and tits press up, sweat running between them, then she catches you looking and it snaps into a sex scene that escalates faster than a horny Discord server. It pretends to be a bit of rpg too, with some light choices and stats popping here and there, but it feels more like flavor than a real system. Honestly I wish the AI cg stuff reacted more to your choices, but it just will not. You get what you get: buff dude, thick monster girls, festive lights, ridiculous romance, and sex everywhere from equipment room to half finished New Year stage with broken fairy lights. I was going to say the opening scene sets expectations perfectly, then I remembered it just throws you in front of a sweaty lamia girl in a sports bra with zero context and somehow that is even better. Not elegant, not clean, just horny fantasy gym energy turned into a holiday episode that smells like cheap tinsel and sex.

Rilly looks like the kind of girl who would bully you on Discord, send you a cursed meme, then accidentally ruin your whole life with one drunk selfie. The game drops you right inside her mess: phones buzzing, group chats exploding, horny DMs stacking up while she’s trying to remember what the hell happened that night. You’re not some big hero, you’re basically a creep with a god view of her phone and her camera roll, watching her stumble through secrets and lies while everyone around her wants something from her body or her reputation. The fun part is how the game weaponizes humiliation. One minute she’s teasing some loser virgin in chat, calling him pathetic while dangling a blurred pic as “reward,” and the next moment you’re the one realizing everyone might have a copy of a photo she doesn’t even remember taking, and she’s the one on the leash. It’s hot in a kind of ugly way. Not elegant porn, just messy, spiteful, phone-screen sex drama.

What hooked me is how much of the action is in text and tiny choices instead of giant porn buttons. You’re reading chat logs, watching her type and delete messages, trying to decide if she flirts harder, plays the cruel goth queen, or just panics. I had this one scene where she’s on voice call, camera off, and the guy on the other side is begging to see her feet. She rolls her eyes, slams her legs on the table, snaps a lazy foot pic with chipped black nail polish, sends it, and the game instantly flips to his POV-style messages, full meltdown, thanking his “goddess” while she spams “lol” and calls him her little toy. The animation is AI CG, kind of uncanny but in a way that fits the vibe: her pink hair looks too perfect, her tongue out in stupid ahegao faces while her eyes still look tired and empty from the hangover. It’s not cinematic or clean, but that’s why it works. It feels like you’re scrolling through some cursed Twitter thread you shouldn’t see. And every time a new voyeur angle appears, like a hallway photo where she clearly didn’t hold the phone, you get this mix of “fuck, that’s hot” and “oh shit, someone is watching her all the time.”

The game pretends you’re here to help her “find the truth,” but honestly it keeps pushing you to be just as shitty as the people around her. You can choose to leak something in a chat to humiliate another girl, and the side effect is Rilly getting dragged harder in a group call later. There’s a sequence where she’s drunk, camera on, and some guy is talking softly, guiding her to strip piece by piece “for fun,” and the UI quietly shows more viewers joining without her noticing. Virgin guys get roasted, worshippers get stepped on, and Rilly shifts from bratty dom energy to shaking, embarrassed mess when someone plays a saved audio of her moaning back to her in a later call. The netorare angle creeps in too: you’re reading a log where some dude is bragging about fucking “the pink-haired slut from last night” while another guy who was obviously into her is in the same chat, spamming question marks and slowly realizing it’s her. She doesn’t even know they’re talking about her yet. I kinda hate the game for how dirty that felt. I also kinda went back to replay that route trying to unlock every variation of her reaction scene, because I’m a degenerate completionist and the gallery makes a little noise when you fill a new slot and my brain likes that. Anyway, if your thing is watching a girl get trapped in her own phone, worshipped and humiliated in the same breath, this one is stupidly effective at making you feel like the worst kind of voyeur, and somehow you keep clicking.

You come back from war all hyped for glory and instead you get this drafty old mansion, a weird title, and a wife who looks like she hugs knives for stress relief. Aeris smiles like she loves you, but every time you pick a dialogue option you’re low-key checking if she’s plotting your funeral or your orgasm. Half the game you’re sitting in this dim room, talking about politics and money and who’s going to screw who over, and then suddenly you’re on your knees between her legs, or she’s on hers, and the camera just goes full “yeah, this is why you’re here, admit it”. It’s like Crusader Kings opened a Pornhub tab and forgot to close it.

The mansion itself feels like a horny ant farm. There’s this servant, Yssa, and she is absolutely not normal. Sometimes she’s obedient and soft and totally in “yes, my lord” mode, and sometimes, if you let her get away with little things, she starts testing how far she can push you. One playthrough I treated her like property, pure “I’m the master, you’re the toy” energy, and the way the scenes shifted into rougher, more corrupt vibes was actually kind of scary hot. Another time I tried to be nice, share power, ask her opinions, and she slowly slid into this quiet, manipulative dom energy, like she was petting the leash around my neck but pretending she wasn’t holding it. The game never shouts “CORRUPTION ROUTE” in your face, but you feel it every time you confirm a choice and the next sex scene lingers a bit longer on who is actually in control. The POV angles during oral are wild too, by the way. Not overblown, just that slow, close-up rhythm where her lips shine and you can see her eyes looking up, and yeah, I had to pause one time because I forgot there was even a plot.

What got me hooked isn’t the amount of sex, because honestly it’s not a nonstop fuckfest. Scenes are spaced out, they tease you hard, you’ll go several decisions in a row just managing gold, alliances, council idiots and who eats at whose table. But when a scene finally triggers, the animation hits like you just unlocked a rare drop in Genshin. I had this moment where Aeris, who I’d been treating as an equal partner, suddenly went hard dom on me in bed, pinning my wrists and riding me like she’d been waiting the whole game, and the dialogue was still in that political tone but twisted into bedroom power talk. Another run, I flipped it and made her into more of a submissive trophy wife, and the exact same room turned into this private stage where I made her kneel beside the bed and take me in her mouth while Yssa “just happened” to walk in. The tension there, with Yssa pretending to be scandalized but not leaving, kind of broke my brain in a good way. Only thing that annoyed me is that sometimes the choice that looks like it will lead to a scene just gives you more council talk instead, and I was sitting there like “I did the mental gymnastics, give me the blowjob, not another debate about trade routes.” But then eventually the game does pay you back with this slow, animated vaginal scene where hips are moving, bodies are grinding, and all that political bullshit suddenly feels like foreplay that took way too long but somehow worked. I still hate that one small UI delay on some menus though. Never getting over that.

Hoshino Academy looks normal on the surface. Clean hallways, serious teachers, track stars running around like it’s a shonen anime, everyone pretending they’re “future leaders of society.” Then you open your mouth as Sasaki Keita, this loud idiot with too much justice in his brain and zero filter on his tongue, and the whole place starts showing its rot. The game throws you right into it with that first crash into Rin, the photography club president, camera hitting the floor, her eyes going wide like she just watched her whole life savings die. No fancy introduction, just “you fucked up, now pay it back with your time and your body watching hers fall apart.” It looks cute at first, like some wholesome romance VN where you help a shy artsy girl keep her club alive with cool shots and after-school trips. You walk around the school from his point of view, always stuck inside his head, listening to his jokes and stupid comments while secretly getting attached to that girl with the broken camera and the stubborn smile.

Then the Principal starts to move. Daizo is that classic ugly bastard type, but here he feels more like a slow disease. You see him in the background in early scenes, just standing there too long, watching Rin a bit too close, saying polite things that feel sticky. The story doesn’t rush the sex, and that’s what makes it nasty in a good way. It’s all small touches. Extra “private” photography advice. A hand a bit too low on her hip when he’s “correcting her posture.” A scene where you’re hiding out of sight, POV locked in while Rin thinks you went home already, and you end up watching her getting cornered in some quiet room under the excuse of “helping her secure sponsorships for the club.” The game forces you to just sit there, helpless, as his fingers trace up her thigh, while she laughs nervously and tries to stay polite. You can’t stop it, can’t pick a hero option, it’s a kinetic ride, and that hurts in this delicious, stomach-twisting way if you like NTR and corruption. That’s the thing: the corruption here isn’t only about sex. It’s watching her trust slowly tilt from you to that disgusting bastard, seeing her texts to you get shorter while her “club activities” get longer, her outfits shift, her smile turn slightly fake around you but more real when she’s alone with him, and you know exactly what that means.

Sex scenes hit like a truck when they finally show full-on action. There’s this oral scene where you’re stuck watching from behind a door crack, the AI-styled CG really leaning into her messy, half-teary look as she’s on her knees, hair grabbed, choking around him while he makes her “thank him” for some club grant. You can hear her voice trying to sound like she’s not into it, but the game gives these little details that betray her body, like the way her legs rub together or the shaky breaths when he gropes her tits through the uniform. The BDSM stuff is not hardcore chains and whips all over the place, it’s more about control and humiliation in small steps. Being ordered to pose, to undress slowly for “artistic reference,” to let him touch where he wants while promising better chances in competitions. Later it escalates into prostitution-flavored deals, sessions where he loans her out under polite school words, and you’re just trapped in that POV, knowing she used to laugh at your dumb jokes and now lets him spit on her tongue. The romantic side with Keita never fully disappears, and that makes it worse: he’s still trying to be a good guy, still cracking jokes, still clearly in love, even as the game shoves his face up against the window while Daizo slaps Rin’s ass and calls her his good little pet. The humor never fully goes away either, which honestly pissed me off and also made it hotter; you’ll have a silly scene about some club mishap, then five clicks later you’re staring at Rin getting groped under a desk while a teacher talks in front of the class. The sexual harassment, the slow mental twist, the way she starts defending him when you complain, saying you “don’t get how the world works” while she quietly adjusts her skirt over bruised thighs… it’s not kind, it’s not “fair,” and it absolutely doesn’t care what you want. And that’s exactly why my dick and my brain both ended up trapped in this messed up school.