High School Days throws you straight into that horny teen chaos where everything feels like a bad decision and the right one at the same time. You’re this transfer student stuck at grandma’s place while your parents try to not kill each other, and instead of acting like a responsible kid, you basically start a city-wide harem project by accident. The tone is funny and kinda stupid in a good way, like those old Newgrounds games you played hiding the browser tab at school, except here every girl has an actual mini story and not just “click here for boobs”. One moment you’re helping some shy quiet girl with her homework, next moment she’s under the table giving you a sloppy blowjob while the teacher is two meters away. The cousin thing is wild too: she starts off acting like she barely remembers you, then she shows up in this tight top with insane tits and you’re like “ah yeah we’re definitely not doing family-friendly here”. There’s a scene where she teases you on the couch, her bare feet sliding up your leg, and by the time she has her toes around your dick, the game makes you click through every little movement, which sounds annoying but somehow it made me way more into the scene than I expected.

Stuff escalates fast once you figure out how the date sim loops work. You move around town, bump into girls, grind affection, grind stats, grind… everything. Some of the routes lean more sweet romance, losing virginity with candles and soft moans and all that, but others are straight-up degenerate and the game doesn’t pretend otherwise. There’s a “good girl” who looks like the perfect waifu and then her route flips into full-on femdom where she has you naked, kneeling, licking her asshole while she calls you her “study pet”. And because of the animated scenes, you actually see her sit on your face, her hips rolling, your tongue getting used like a toy. The rimjob, footjob, blowjob, vaginal, anal, squirt, all that is not just “text says it happens”. You watch the hips bounce, the cock twitch, the cum spray, in a simple comic style that somehow hits harder than more realistic stuff. I swear there’s this one threesome in the locker room, where you’re banging one girl from behind while the other sits on your face, and the loop of her tits jiggling is like, accidentally hypnotic. I stayed on that scene way longer than any normal human should. The funny thing is, the game tries to act like there’s some deep emotional drama, family crisis, “coming of age” stuff, but five minutes later you’re peeking through a window watching a milf ride a tied-up slave boy and you’re mostly thinking about how to trigger that route for yourself. It’s messy, horny, kind of trashy, and yeah, the pacing jumps around like a broken Spotify shuffle, but when a blackmail scene hits and the girl is forced to jerk you off while glaring and calling you a bastard, you completely forget you were supposed to care about exams or feelings or whatever.

This one feels like some horny mage wrote his mid‑life crisis on a napkin, spilled beer on it, then actually cast a spell and turned it into a game. You play as Sam, or whatever name you type in when you’re already half hard, a guy who’s supposed to be powerful and wise but spends most of the story thinking with his dick around monster girls and old mistakes. It’s connected to that main List Saga thing, but this side story is more like sneaking out of a serious fantasy novel to go fuck in the alley behind the magic academy. You keep bumping into this whole mess from your past that refuses to stay buried: the wife you literally tied to a book, the kid you may or may not have screwed over, and these non‑human girls who want to either eat your soul or sit on your face. Sometimes both, honestly.

What makes it weirdly hot is how the game doesn’t rush. It’s not “click button, instant tits.” First you get that slow magical mind control stuff, where you’re not sure if you’re the one in charge or if the monster girl is just letting you think you are. There’s a scene early on where you’re arguing with this horned librarian chick about forbidden grimoires, and the dialogue suddenly slides into her pushing into your mind like warm fingers, asking why you’re still obsessed with that old book that has your wife’s soul. Next click and she’s on her knees, drool on her lips, eyes glowing, taking your cock in her mouth while you feel her in your head, whispering that your son will hate you forever. It’s filthy and kind of fucked up, and yeah, it works. The animated stuff sells it, you actually see the hips move when you’re pounding into her, the little shiver when you pull out and then change your mind and slam right back in. Creampie shots are not shy at all, cum pooling inside, dripping out, especially when it’s some monster girl pussy with weird details that’d get you banned on Instagram in half a second. Sometimes the pacing is like a party that forgot there was supposed to be music: long quiet scene, heavy lore talk about the old spell and your missing kid, then suddenly you’re balls deep in a slime girl who learns your memories by swallowing your load. Then nothing for a bit, just walking around, using spells, checking the same room twice because you swear the book on the table moved, but it didn’t. Or maybe it did, I still don’t know, the thing annoyed me the whole time. The good part is when Sam is supposed to stay focused, talk about “responsibility” and “consequences”, and instead you steer him straight into another mind‑controlled blowjob, or a rough vaginal scene where the monster girl begs you to finish inside so she can “keep a piece of your magic.” It’s filthy, a little pathetic, and somehow romantic in the wrong way, like arguing over who is the best waifu while you’re literally rewriting her brain with your cock. Honestly, I came, then felt bad for like twenty seconds, then wanted to test a different choice to see if I could still break her mind and leave her smiling with your seed leaking down her thighs.

Hormones fried, brain confused, dick not really listening to the usual rules. That is basically the mood of this game. You’re this guy whose body decided to become a walking sex bomb and at the same time forget how arousal is supposed to work. Not in a sad, medical-drama way, more like “I’m cursed with endless cum and zero common sense” kind of way. The doctor takes one look at you, gives that professional smile that is absolutely not professional, and suddenly her “treatment” is a lot more tongue, hand, and thigh than actual medicine. The nurse is even worse. She pretends she cares about your health, but she’s leaning over you with her tits halfway out, scribbling notes while your dick is right there, aching under the sheet, and she just “accidentally” brushes it with her glove. Animated scenes make it very clear she knows what she’s doing. There is one exam where she’s supposed to check your reflexes, but the only thing jumping is your cock in her fist while she talks like nothing is happening.

Back home, you have the housemate situation. She calls herself the most important person in your life and then gives you this whole speech about never crossing the forbidden line. Two minutes later she walks through the living room in high heels and a tiny shirt with no bra, stretches right in front of the couch, and asks you if your “condition” hurts right now. You can go soft and respectful, or you can start using that condition as a tool. Male domination, sleep stuff, straight up groping while she naps on your lap, all of that is there. One scene that stuck with me: she crashes in your bed, totally exhausted, hugging your pillow. The guide in your phone starts buzzing with “steps” you can follow, and suddenly you’re sliding your hand under her shorts, testing the water, listening to her little sleepy moans while you decide if you stop or keep going. The voyeur side comes in hard too. Bathroom doors not fully closed, a “mommy” figure in tight dress and heels bending over the sink, you peeking from the hallway, phone in hand, your other hand busy. Later, you’re not just watching, you’re fucking her from behind in the same spot, her ass bouncing, big tits pressed to the cold ceramic while she whispers that this is wrong and still pushes back on you.

The fun thing is that it’s not just random scenes thrown together. There is this “guide” that feels half evil mentor, half porn coach. It messages you, teases you, tells you exactly what to try next to push every relationship just a little further past normal. One day it’s “try a simple handjob, keep her awake, let her pretend she’s only helping your illness”. Another day it literally encourages you to test how deep you can go while she’s pretending to sleep, your cock sliding inside a warm, wet pussy that keeps clenching even though she “doesn’t know”. Creampies become this reward system, like you’re marking your territory on your growing harem: doctor with cum on her tongue after forced “oral examination”, the strict older woman with semen dripping down her thighs as she glares at you, your “little angel” hiding your load inside her after she swore she would never let it happen. It’s all 3D-style visuals, with good focus on curves, soft skin, big tits that actually move when you grip them, and enough detail in the eyes that when they look up at you during a blowjob, it feels more intense than it probably should for a browser game. Best way to enjoy it? Don’t rush. Let the slow teasing do its thing, check your phone scenes, push just a bit more every time, and when the game offers you a choice between being gentle and being a total bastard, try the bad options at least once. You’ll see why.

Sam walks into this summer thinking he’s just crashing at some random house, and then realizes it’s Michael’s place, the guy who used to fuck his mom and kind of fucked up his childhood a bit too. That alone already feels messy in a good way, because the game doesn’t treat him like a cardboard porn hero. He’s awkward, petty, horny, confused, all in the same scene. One moment he’s remembering how much he hated this man, the next he’s catching himself staring at Michael’s back when he bends over in the kitchen, noticing how broad it got, how tight that shirt sits, and pretending it’s not happening. The writing leans heavily into that “I shouldn’t want this, but my cock disagrees” mood. There’s a shot where Michael walks past him with just a towel and you can practically feel the air choke in Sam’s throat. No cheesy fanfare, just that slow eye-line drifting down, catching the bulge, then snapping back up like nothing happened. It’s horny, but it’s also painfully human in that stupid, familiar way: wanting the one person you’re absolutely not supposed to touch.

What surprised me is how the game uses its pretty slick 3D-style CG not to show everything at once, but to make every little contact feel heavier than it is. A hand on the shoulder lingers too long. Knees brushing on the couch. A hug that’s a bit too tight for “ex-stepdad and kid he barely knows.” And then the other guys show up. There’s this furry dude with a huge ass that looks ridiculous and perfect at the same time, and the camera knows it. The game is not shy at all about Sam’s gaze; you’re constantly pushed into his POV, tracking body parts, tongues, fingers, cocks, like an academic study that got lost and became porn. Oral scenes in particular have this lingering focus on lips and spit, like the dev actually likes mouths and not just penetration. When things finally escalate and you get anal on screen, it’s not some instant porn logic. They build the tension with small touches and loaded dialogue, so when Sam finally ends up spread and filled, or doing the filling, it feels like a line being crossed, not just a checkbox. Animated loops kick in during the hotter moments, and while they’re not ultra-polished, the slightly stiff motion almost fits the tone: imperfect, a bit clumsy, like people actually fucking instead of posing for a catalog. The optional choices around who Sam flirts back with, which guy he lets get closer, let you nudge him toward your favorite flavor of disaster, whether that’s the older guy he’s supposed to resent, the sexy anthropomorphic hunk with that absurd bubble butt, or some mix that turns his “summer before uni” into a quietly filthy coming-out spiral he never planned for.