Everyone tells you college will change your life. In this one it changes before you even unpack your damn suitcase. You’re this clueless freshman, half horny, half anxious, dragged into a house party hosted by Devin, the kind of guy who somehow knows everyone on campus by day two. The place is the usual student chaos: solo cups everywhere, some shitty playlist on loop, people grinding in the kitchen for no reason. And right in the middle of it, someone pulls out a bottle and suddenly the whole night turns into one long “how far will you go if everyone’s watching” test. Nothing hardcore at first, just little dares, stupid teasing, that slow, annoying build where you keep thinking “ok now someone is finally going to take something off” and then they chicken out. Or you accidentally click the “wuss” option because your finger slipped on the phone screen and now the whole room is laughing and you kind of deserve it.

The game feels like you’re poking around a messy Instagram story you can actually control. It’s point and click, yeah, but it’s more like reading horny chat logs that suddenly turn into choices you’re not ready for. You creep through rooms, find people alone on balconies, half-dressed in bathrooms, making out in dark corners, and you get that voyeur vibe going strong. Like that moment you walk in on two girls arguing over a dare and one of them is already topless, arms crossed over these huge tits that the artist clearly loved way too much, and you’re just standing there pretending you were totally looking for the fridge. The game lets you lean into that creeping, makes you peek around doors, hover your mouse where you shouldn’t, check a mirror to catch reflections of someone stripping in the other room. It’s a “no actual sex yet” kind of ride, but they push groping and grinding and clothes coming off so close to the edge that you’re basically begging the story to misbehave. There’s romance too, in that messy party way: you flirt with one girl, tease another, accidentally walk in on some interracial couple making out on the couch, and the game just shrugs like “you want to join or what.” And then suddenly it’s asking you to choose who you really want to impress, even though you kinda want them all, because harem brain hits fast when you’re a horny freshman with zero real-life experience and too many options.

What I like is how the text keeps clowning on you. You choose the “smooth” line and the narration throws shade like “wow, you really said that.” The humor is dumb, self-aware, a bit trashy, and the AI CG girls somehow look both cute and a little uncanny at the same time, which accidentally fits the whole awkward college vibe. Big asses in tight jeans, short skirts that are just waiting for some drunken exhibitionism dare, that one shy girl who turns into total chaos when someone suggests stripping for “equality,” and the way the game slowly corrupts your choices. At first you play nice, you’re empathetic, you worry if someone is uncomfortable. Later you’re clicking on options like “keep staring” and “touch her ‘by accident’” and pretending you’re still a good guy. You’re not. You’re the dude who learns the timing of the bottle spins to aim it at the girl you want to undress, the dude who checks the patio window just to catch someone grinding in the dark. It’s messy, horny, text heavy, more teasing than payoff, like one very long party that never quite ends in a bedroom, but you stay anyway because every new spin of the bottle might finally cross that line you want it to cross. Or maybe you just want to see who drops their clothes next. Same thing.

This thing feels like someone mashed a horny gacha, a cheap board game from a dusty attic, and a folder of AI smut that escaped from Stable Diffusion at night. You just hit the die, watch the little token hop along the path, and every square is basically asking: are you patient enough to earn that ass, or are you going to get teased with a blur again. It looks so simple you almost feel stupid for how long you keep clicking. It’s like snakes and ladders if the only snake is in your pants and the ladders are made of big tits and half-hidden nipples that refuse to come into focus until you find their “proper” version. I kinda love how dumb it is. I kinda hate how dumb it is. Both at same time, brain and dick arguing like two drunk philosophers.

The whole clothed / nude / blurred thing is the core kink here, more than any “story.” You land on a clothed girl first and later see her nude, it feels like you actually unwrapped something. Like you saw her on Insta first, then somehow ended up in her OnlyFans, but all compressed into a couple of dice rolls. If you hit the nude square before her clothed one, you get this blurry, half-invisible version that sits in your gallery like an accusation. You know she has huge tits, or at least AI thinks she does, but it’s like soft censorship, only the censor is your own impatience. It reminded me of striptease in older literature, weirdly, like in Nabokov where half of the erotic charge is in what you’re not allowed to see clearly yet, except here the author is an algorithm and the plot is “you rolled a 3.” Some of the girls look kind of same-face, like the usual AI pout, gravity-defying big ass and weirdly smooth skin with that uncanny porn-magazine lighting, and once in a while you spot a little glitch in the hair or a finger that’s a bit off, and instead of killing the mood it just makes the whole thing feel more dirty, like you’re jerking off in a backroom of Midjourney. It annoyed me that one particular girl with the best ass in the set kept showing up only as blur for me, like the game knew I wanted her and decided to cockblock on purpose. I rolled past the same boring square three times, got a pair of tits I didn’t even like that much, then finally unlocked her clothed version randomly from a different tile, and that weird delayed reward felt more intense than it had any right to. There is no strategy here, no tactical choice, nothing deep, but your brain still builds little narratives between those squares: she’s shy, she’s playing hard to get, she’s already naked in your gallery but hidden behind fog until you “meet” her properly with clothes on. Total bullshit psychologically, but it works.

What’s funny is how the game pretends to be about randomness while actually being about completionism. You’re not just rolling for porn, you’re rolling to fill a gallery of bodies, like a pervy version of collecting cards in Gwent or catching girls instead of Pokémon. Twenty one girls, double versions, and your inner librarian wakes up and starts screaming that the set is incomplete. I had that moment where I wasn’t even that turned on anymore, just vaguely annoyed that there were still blurred thumbnails sitting there like locked archive pages in some digital Sade notebook. It made me think of old erotic literature where half the fun is chasing the forbidden page or the missing chapter, except here the missing chapter is a big ass that refuses to unblur until RNG says ok. Sometimes the die falls and you land on a square with a girl you already have nude, and it feels totally useless and still you stare again, re-reading the same “page” like an idiot, looking for something new in the curves the AI typed onto her body. I wish there was some twist to the board, like risky branches or punishment loops, but also the stupid linearity is kind of the point: you go in circles around a track of horny images like a dog chasing its own tail, but the tail has giant AI-generated tits. It’s lazy, it’s repetitive, it’s strangely effective, and the worst part is that the girls you like most are always the ones the die refuses to land on, like some cruel little erotic joke between you and a random number generator that secretly knows exactly what you came here to see.

Vanesa’s office looks like one of those high-end wellness apps tried to cosplay as a porn set and failed in a sexy way. Soft lighting, too much white, some fake plant in the corner, and this huge leather chair that basically screams “you’re going to do something you regret here.” You play this poor corporate drone who pretends to be there for “stress” and “performance anxiety,” but let’s be real, you’re there because she’s a futa shrink with big tits, lazy confidence and that slow way of talking that makes every normal sentence sound like a dirty suggestion. The game doesn’t waste time with complex fake psychology bullshit. She asks a few surface questions, looks bored, then starts poking at all your insecurities: your job, your dick, your relationships, your self-control. And she does it while slowly closing physical distance, touching your wrist a little too long, adjusting her glasses while staring straight at your crotch, that kind of teasing that hurts in a good way. It feels like those fucked up horny thoughts you get at work when you see a hot manager walk by and wonder what would happen if you just stopped being a decent human for a moment.

What I didn’t expect is how much the therapy vibe is used as an excuse to blur consent in this very specific “you are technically agreeing but you know she’s playing you” way. She gives you “exercises” that start innocent and then suddenly her hand is on your thigh, and you’re getting a slow, clinical handjob while she keeps this professional tone like she’s reading from a self-help audiobook. When she goes down for oral, she doesn’t transform into some wild porn actress; she stays calm, measured, like she’s testing you, watching your reaction as if she’s tracking progress on a chart. The best part is how she talks about your partner, like a case study. She keeps asking about them, how the sex is, what’s missing, why you’re fantasizing about someone else. Then she casually suggests “practice sessions” to help you “perform better at home,” which is fucking hilarious because you can literally feel she doesn’t give a shit about saving your relationship. There is this cold spark of ownership behind her eyes. The game calls it therapy, but it’s closer to grooming you into her personal toy, and the netorare/netori angle hits harder because it’s not loud or dramatic, it’s slow, it’s a creep of boundaries. One moment you’re fully dressed talking about stress, the next she has your cock in her mouth and she’s asking you, in this calm tone, if you think your partner could ever satisfy you like this. It’s intimate and fucked up at the same time, and the more you go back to her, the less you even pretend you’re there to “heal” anything. You’re just chasing that strange mix of shame, relief, and the feeling that someone smart and dangerous has their fingers wrapped around both your mind and your dick.

There’s this lazy-ass witch lying in a hammock with tits that are technically a health hazard, and somehow you’re the responsible adult in the room. That’s the basic mood. The whole world is this silly fantasy mix of horny monsters, smug magical girls, and weirdos who think “public indecency” is more like a dress code. You’re not just clicking through porn scenes, you’re actually juggling gold, energy and these four stats that sound like some RPG parody: Martial, Mystic, Charm, Trickery. It feels a bit like someone smashed a fetish VN together with a light strategy game and then just… kept all the horny parts. One run I tried to play her as a serious, powerful witch, always picking the smart Mystic solutions, and two choices later she’s on her knees worshipping a monster girl’s cock while her boobs jump up another cup size and I’m laughing at myself for thinking I had control here.

Calling it “breast expansion focus” is almost funny, because it’s not just a tag, it’s the entire spine of the game. Every run ends up turning into a science project about how far you can push those sizes before she’s basically a walking beanbag chair. The wild part is that the scenes change with her size, so a blowjob with small boobs feels totally different than the same encounter when she’s at “crush-her-own-face” levels. You get tiny details like her trying to hold her tits out of the way while she’s riding some furry wolf knight who’s way too proud of his armor, and then later that same guy just buries his hands in her chest and uses them like handles while you watch the text describe how she can barely stay upright. It’s ridiculous. It’s hot. It’s also kind of stupid in the best way. There’s a lesbian witch duel that turns into mutual groping in mid-air, one of those monster girls that’s more teeth and tongue than sense, and a smug noblewoman who switches from icy female domination to being bent over a balcony once you figure out which stat to poke her with. Sometimes you “win” a fight by outsmarting them, sometimes by letting her submit on purpose, because of course if she gets fucked, the stats get weird and the boobs get bigger. There’s no game over, just different flavors of “congratulations, you’re getting railed.”

If I had to give it a fake jam trophy, it’d be “Best Use Of Gravity As A Fetish Mechanic.” The way the writing leans into the size changes is oddly consistent, even when the tone is goofy. At low sizes, she’s flashing people just to get free drinks. At mid sizes, there’s a whole run where she’s stuck trying to squeeze through a dungeon door while a slime monster girl gropes her from behind and it takes way too long, text-wise, but I couldn’t look away. At stupid sizes, there’s a scene where she tries to cast a serious spell, trips over nothing, and ends up pressed into the dirt, ass up, boobs pinned under her chest like two living cushions while some armored monster uses her like a toy. I wished for an option to just leave her there for the rest of the game. The strategy side is simple but not brain-dead, like managing stamina in Hades but horny and slower, and you start optimizing which enemies you want to “lose” to because their dom scenes are funnier. Not every encounter lands, the humor sometimes feels like reddit cosplay captions, and there’s at least one exhibitionism bit in a city square that keeps mentioning the crowd but barely describes a single face. Still, it sticks in your head after you close the browser. That lazy witch, half-asleep in her hammock, tits overflowing her robe, asking if you really want to push for one more quest when she can barely walk? Yeah. Don’t play this on your work laptop. Actually, do. I dare you.