Diamond Memories is one of those messy, horny school VNs where you start thinking “ok, this is just boobs and jokes”, and then somehow you’re three scenes later watching a girl you actually like sucking off some random guy in a filthy alley behind the karaoke bar while her phone lights up with messages from her clueless boyfriend. The tone whiplash is kind of the charm. One minute you get goofy banter about exams and uniforms, next minute you’re staring at an AI-generated CG of a girl with huge tits kneeling between the thighs of a dude twice her size, her mascara running and her hand “accidentally” wrapped around a second cock coming in from the side. The art has that slightly uncanny AI thing going on if you zoom too much, but honestly it works for this. It feels like stolen porn pics mixed into a VN, which is funny and also kinda sleazy in the right way. Text is where it sells the scenes anyway. They actually let the teasing breathe: the slow hand sliding under the desk, the first time a shy girl gets groped on a crowded bus and freezes, then presses her thighs together instead of moving away. It’s not subtle, but the pacing of corruption is better than in half the “serious” NTR games on F95.

What I really liked is the multiple protagonist angle. You bounce around the four girls, and sometimes you realize only later that the guy who was so “nice” in one route is the same asshole lining up a cheap group sex deal with her behind her back in another. There is a school setting, yeah, but the story spends more time outside than I expected: cheap hotels, love hotels, back seats, the usual. One girl’s arc goes from innocent masturbation in her room, trying to copy what she watched on some shitty Pornhub clone, to doing a paid titfuck for an older man she met in a chat app. The shift is believable enough that it stings a bit, especially if you played her “pure” path first. Humor is just dirty and juvenile in a good way. Characters crack jokes about interracial porn tags, the size difference, even the fact that one guy is clearly modeled after those meme stepbro actors. And then that same scene turns halfway serious when she realizes she kind of likes having two cocks fighting for the inside of her mouth. If you came for romantic VN fluff, you picked the wrong door. Cheating is not a side flavor here, it’s practically the main meal. There are moments where the boyfriend is just a text bubble on the screen, sending heart emojis, while the girl is pinned against a locker getting fucked raw, trying not to moan too loud. The game doesn’t pretend it’s “morally complicated”, it just lets shit happen and you sit there with your dick in your hand feeling way more conflicted than the characters. I wish the UI for choosing scenes was less clunky, but whatever, I keep going back to that one classroom blowjob scene where the teacher almost walks in and she pulls off his cock at the last second, cum splashing on her notebook with her math homework. I still laugh at that. And yeah, it stains the page and the next time you see the notebook, it’s still there. Little detail, totally unnecessary, but that’s the kind of thing that makes this whole trashy package stick in your head.

You start as the Avatar in this messed up alternate world, and it feels like someone took the cartoon I watched on my old tiny screen, poured porn all over it, then said “yeah, that’s fine.” The story pretends to care about balance and elements and all that spiritual stuff, but it actually cares about Katara’s tits and Toph’s smug little face way more. One minute you’re talking about destiny, the next minute Katara is kneeling between your legs, pushing her boobs together around your cock like it’s the most normal thing waterbenders do. That switch is honestly funny. And also kinda hot. I kept telling myself “I’m here for the plot,” with my hand already on my underwear, so I’m obviously lying to myself.

What I like is how dirty they let the girls get without making them all act the same. Katara is still that “good girl” healer type, always pretending she’s above it, then she’s crossing her eyes in this stupid cute ahegao look while you fuck her throat and you hear those gaggy sounds that are almost too much. Almost. Toph is different, she feels like the brat who would stomp on your foot and then sit on your face five minutes later. There’s this scene where she uses her earthbending to pin you in place, like you’re the one being mastered instead of the Avatar, and she just grinds on you with this cocky smirk. I both hated and loved that part, because it’s hot as hell, but she also looks like she’s having way more fun than you. And no, I don’t forgive the dev for that tiny UI button that sits just too close to the dialogue skip. I kept misclicking it and losing lines, and it annoyed me every single time, and I never learned.

The humor hits weird sometimes, in a good way. You’ll have this scene where someone gets hurt in a very graphic, “oh shit, that’s blood” kind of way, and then two scenes later you’re watching a ridiculous blowjob joke like nothing happened. It shouldn’t work, but it kinda does, like when you scroll Twitter and there’s a war clip and then a thirst trap right after. The faces during sex are wild too, exaggerated to the point of being almost ugly, but that’s what makes them feel filthy. When Katara rolls her eyes up and drools, it’s not “beautiful,” it’s “wow, she’s getting ruined,” and that hits different. Some of the AI-looking CG is a bit off if you stare too long, like hands bending weird or hair not sitting right, but you’re usually too busy staring at the boobs anyway. I kept thinking I wanted a more heroic Avatar, more serious and noble, but then again, watching this version fuck around and mess everything up is way closer to what actually happens on cam sites: lots of big talk, not much enlightenment, but everyone still comes.

Guy gets into Tokyo Uni thinking he’ll just grind classes, maybe hit the gym a bit, maybe fail a quiz and cry in the shower later. Instead he trips straight into managing a full women’s volleyball team where every girl looks like hentai artists argued over breast size and nobody remembered what a normal uniform fits like. It’s that kind of story. Not subtle, not pretending to be. You’re the only guy swimming in a sea of big boobs, tight shorts, and fake wholesome “we’re just here to practice” energy that lasts about five minutes before the coach starts power-tripping and the girls start orbiting you like horny planets with daddy issues and midterms.

From my gender studies brain, this thing is wild. It pretends to be about training schedules and match strategy, and then half the “strategy” is choosing whether you check in on the shy bookworm in the library or the loud, sweaty ace at the gym who bends over way too slow to pick up the ball. The choices actually matter more than the game looks at first. You skip one girl’s extra workout and suddenly she’s blowing you off in the locker room scene later. Date nights feel like someone watched too many romance anime and then said, fine, but what if he just actually fucks her on the park bench instead of fading to black. The sex is very direct. Lots of oral, lots of vagina, lots of “oops I’m sitting on your lap, senpai” that ends with her moaning with her tits bouncing in those animated loops that look a bit too smooth, like the AI generator was horny but slightly confused.

What hit me the weird way is the netorare angle sneaking around the edges. The coach is not just strict. He’s possessive in this gross patriarchal “I own their bodies because I own their training” way, and the game leans into that tension. One route you’re kissing a girl under the bleachers and later you catch her in a scene that clearly changes if you weren’t nice enough to her earlier, and now she’s doing things with that coach that feel half “I want this” and half “I’m trapped”. It’s hot and fucked up at the same time. As a researcher I’m like, wow, power imbalance, consent blur, institutional abuse patterns. As a player I accidentally clicked the jealous answer and now I hate myself and still watched the whole scene on loop. There’s romance paths too, like actual soft ones, where you build trust, cuddle in the dorm, slow kissing, talk about exams, then end up with a really tender sex scene where she keeps eye contact while riding you and it feels more like emotional intimacy than porn. The game wants to be both cute boyfriend simulator and “everyone is cheating on everyone in secret” drama. Sometimes it works, sometimes it just feels like whiplash. Also there is one tiny UI sound when you confirm a choice that is so annoying I thought my Discord pinged every time and I’m still mad about it. Anyway, multiple endings mean you can be the caring partner, the possessive asshole, or the guy who thinks he’s doing the right thing while the system quietly corrupts every girl around him and you only notice when it’s way, way too late.

This thing starts like one of those depressing medical dramas you half-watch on Netflix while scrolling TikTok. You’re basically fucked, body falling apart, doctor gives you that calm “there’s nothing more we can do” voice. Then this syringe shows up. Not from some lab, not with fancy lore, it’s just “take this, you won’t hurt anymore.” You jab yourself, expecting blank darkness, and instead you wake up sitting on a throne with your dick hard and a whole kingdom acting like you’re their one and only god-king. Zero tutorial, zero build up, people just bow and call you “Your Majesty” while your brain is still trying to remember how to breathe.

The new world hits different. It’s not just “fantasy with boobs”, it leans right into that fever dream where you got everything you wanted but it feels slightly wrong if you think too long. The first time a fox-eared girl with a tail too fluffy to be legal crawls up to you, calls herself your slave, and presents her huge ass like it’s a royal gift, the game just lets you decide how much of a bastard you want to be. You can grab her hips, push her face into the sheets and go straight for anal like you’re checking if this world is really yours. Or, if you’re pretending to be nice, you start slow, slide into her pussy first, listen to her whimper and feel that tail wrap around your leg while she thanks you for “using” her. She’s not the only one like that either. There’s a towering monster girl with horns, thick thighs, tits that bounce a little too perfectly for something that’s supposed to be hand drawn, and she treats you like the only man alive who can actually handle her. When she grinds on your lap, cock buried inside her, claws digging into your shoulders, the game lets the scene linger. No rush, just you, her, and this ugly little thought in the back of your head that your real body is somewhere dying in a hospital bed.

The weird part is how normal the power starts to feel. One day you’re choosing which slave warms your bed, the next you’re getting ceremony talk shoved in your face. You’re king, so now you have to pick a queen. Not just a girl to fuck, but the one who will carry your heir, make your bloodline, all that “legacy” crap. The game actually lets you sit with that. There’s the obedient cat-like futa knight, cock as thick as your wrist, swearing to breed you if you want it, or bend for you if you’d rather fill her instead. She’ll kneel, pull your pants down in the middle of the throne room, take you into her mouth while the rest of the court pretends not to see, then later you can push her on the bed and test how deep her ass stretches, watch the AI-shaped sweat on her back catch the candlelight. Then there’s the gentle type with big soft tits that practically swallow your hands, the kind of girl who rides you slowly, eyes locked on yours, like she genuinely loves the man you are, not just the crown. The art has that slightly off AI look sometimes, fingers a bit too long in one frame or hair blending weird into the pillow, but somehow it helps the whole dreamlike vibe instead of breaking it. You’re always half-aware this might be fake, that the walls shimmer a bit when you push a slave against them and fuck her hard, her moans echoing a little too clean inside the castle halls. While you’re choosing who you’ll knock up, whose belly you’ll fill with your “royal seed” while she begs for more, there’s that sick feeling that any second you could open your eyes and be back with tubes in your arm. Or maybe this is the morphine talking and you already died. The game doesn’t hold your hand, it just lets you keep taking what you want. And you do. Over and over.