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.

Future matriarchy, soft boy protagonist, and a city where every woman looks like she could bench press your car and then sit on your face just because she feels like it. That is the vibe here. You play this cute, kinda pathetic in a hot way, guy tossed into a world where women run everything: government, corporations, street gangs, even the damn coffee shop. Men are treated more like pretty pets than equal partners, and the whole game pushes you to ask if you are fine being a pampered little slut or if you actually want to risk all that comfort to change anything. It sounds heavy, and sometimes it really is, but then it throws in a dick joke or a ridiculous dialogue choice and suddenly you're laughing while getting choked by a girl with biceps thicker than your thighs.

The core of it is pretty simple to explain, but it does not feel simple when you play. You talk, you choose, you grind stats, relationships shift, and your past choices come back when you already forgot them. Like that time I thought it was funny to tease a futa officer about her uniform being “a bit tight in the crotch.” Three scenes later she had me on my knees in a storage closet, one hand on my hair, reminding me exactly what I said and giving me a “punishment lesson” in oral that lasted way longer than I expected. If you lean into submission, women treat you like a living sex toy: collars, leashes, public humiliation, being paraded around by a muscle girl who casually flexes while your mouth is busy on her. If you try to push back, you get a different kind of heat: power struggles, angry kisses, rough sex where you suddenly realize you are not as in control as you thought. The incest angle pops up too, and it is not shy. There is that fucked up mix of “I know this is wrong” and “I want her to ruin me anyway” when your own family member corners you in your room, presses you against the wall, huge tits in your face, asking in a soft voice why you always look so cute when you are scared. The game never lectures you about it, it just lets you walk straight into that moral swamp and then wallow.

What surprised me is how often the game lets you be kind of romantic and filthy at the same time. One route, I played as this loyal, slightly confused guy who keeps falling for strong women who could literally snap his neck. There was this muscle girl who starts as your bullying personal trainer, always calling you “weakling” and making you do push ups while her cock print is right in front of your nose. Later you share this quiet rooftop scene where she awkwardly admits she likes that you do not run away from her size, then five minutes later she is riding your face so hard the world goes blurry and you can hear neighbors from the next building complaining. The tonal whiplash actually works. One moment you are in a silly dating sim argument about who pays for dinner, the next she is making you lick her sweat off her abs after a workout because “a good boy should not waste protein.” It pretends to be a sandbox, and sometimes that just means you wander around talking to weirdos, getting dragged into scenes with traps in cute outfits or mature women with big asses who use you like a toy and then send you a heart emoji on some fake in-game messenger app that looks suspiciously like WhatsApp. The game laughs at you in little ways: your character model is always a bit too pretty, the dialogue sometimes calls you out for being horny, and the moral questions are never neatly solved. You can join the dominant system or try to tear it down, but either way you are still sucking someone’s cock in a back alley at some point, and the game knows it and kinda winks at you. There is a nasty honesty in that, even when the pacing is all over the place and a few scenes feel like the writer just got distracted and threw in another blowjob. I got annoyed that one route locked me out just because I refused to kneel once, but then the next day I was back, trying again, because I wanted to see how far this cute little femboy could go if he stopped resisting and just let these terrifyingly hot women own him completely.

Miki looks like the kind of guy your eyes slide past in a train. Soft voice, polite, boring on purpose. That is exactly why watching him slowly get tangled up with Sara hits so hard. The game drops you into his head, and it is not dramatic or poetic, it is mostly quiet, horny, and a little pathetic in a way that feels way too real. He notices the tiny things about her first: the way she presses her lips together when she lies, the way her blouse is always buttoned one hole higher than it should be for that body, the way her voice lowers when she says she is “fine.” The sex stuff does not jump out from nowhere, it leaks in. First a lingering look at the mole on her chest, then the camera stays one second too long on her thighs when she sits down on the low couch, then the text sits there describing the very specific shape of her bra strap under thin fabric. By the time she shows up in those tight home leggings and an old shirt with no bra, you already know Miki is fucked. And you kind of are too.

What surprised me is how “adult” here is not just the porn, it is the awkwardness around it. There is this early scene where he accidentally overhears her on the phone, talking all polite to some guy, then the route quietly forces you to sit with his jealousy while absolutely nothing “bad” happens. No music sting, no big twist. Just him scrolling his messages, not sending anything, horny and angry and ashamed in one go. Then later, the game rewards that slow burn with Sara dropping the act during a late visit. She is exhausted, her makeup half gone, her blouse wrinkled. She asks him to stay a bit longer, and the choice menu appears in the least sexy moment possible. If you pick the bolder option, the kiss is not smooth. Teeth knock, she pulls back, actually laughs a bit, then grabs his shirt and pulls him in again harder. When it finally goes full erotic model mode, it stops pretending she is just a classy office lady. She rides him with her hair messy, shirt open, tits out, saying filthy things in this low voice that does not match her “graceful” public image at all. There is a handjob scene in the kitchen where she keeps apologizing while stroking him faster, which is absurd and hot at the same time. The camera is unnecessarily obsessed with the veins on his cock there, like the artist had a personal mission, but I was not complaining. What did annoy me a bit is that sometimes the script leans too hard into Miki’s inner monologue, circling the same insecurity for too many lines, right when I just want him to shut up and put his mouth on her nipples again. Also the auto mode is weirdly fast on emotional lines and slower on the dirty ones, like the game knows exactly why you are here but is shy about admitting it.

The milf angle with Sara is handled more like a slow confession than a joke. You feel the age gap without the story screaming it at you. There is a moment when she is looking at herself in the mirror, fixing her hair, and the text makes her think about the small wrinkles at the corner of her mouth. Not in a tragic way, just like, “Yeah, I am tired and not 20.” Right after that, she drops her towel and asks him if he still wants her. That insecurity turns into this hungry, almost greedy sex where she climbs on top and uses him like she has decided this is her last chance to really feel wanted, which is way hotter than any fake porn confidence. The game lets you push her a bit too, like making her say what she actually fantasized about, making her spell out that she thought of him while touching herself. They could have gone further there. A DLC where she has to pretend to be all proper in front of other people while wearing something only he picked under her clothes would be perfect, with text messages popping up while she tries to keep her face straight. There is definitely room to mess with public risk and more explicit control, since the base story already toys with the idea that this “ordinary” woman has been hiding a dirty voice and now Miki has his hand right on her throat, literally in one route, during a slow, breathy fuck against the wall where she keeps whispering his name like she is scared the neighbors will hear and also kind of wants them to. I caught myself alt-tabbing from Discord just to rewatch that one scene and read the lines again, which is stupid and also exactly why this game works. It makes you feel like you are intruding on something actually private, then lets you keep going anyway.

It’s weird how a game can make your stomach twist like that - like jealousy and curiosity are kissing behind your ribs. Mina’s messages feel too real, her little hearts and half-sincere emojis landing harder than they should. You’re not just reading text bubbles; you’re kinda reading your own reflection, that insecure part that wants to check her phone when she’s in the shower. It’s not even about trust. It’s about the thrill of maybe finding something you shouldn’t. The game knows that. It plays you more than you play it. I kept thinking I’d stay calm, but then some random producer sent her a photo at midnight, and I swear I felt my pulse in my teeth.

There’s this moment - she sends a selfie that’s almost innocent. Almost. You can tell she’s not alone, though the frame pretends she is. That’s when I realized the point isn’t to “win” her back. The point’s to feel that sting, to let it crawl under your skin until it burns. The choices don’t really matter, or maybe they do, but the game’s so good at pretending they don’t that you start second-guessing your own reactions. I hated that. And loved it. Like when you know you’re being teased but you lean into it anyway. The music’s soft, too clean for what’s happening on-screen - it’s like watching a slow breakup inside a perfume ad.

I wish Mina’s typing bubbles didn’t take so long to appear. That wait feels cruel. But maybe that’s the best part. You stare, waiting, wondering what she’s doing while you wait. Sometimes I thought I wanted more pictures, more explicit proof, but when the game actually gives you something close to that, it’s worse. You want to look away, but you don’t. That’s the whole trick - it makes you complicit. It’s not about sex, not really. It’s about wanting to control what you can’t. And maybe that’s the dirtiest thing of all.