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This thing plays like a weird mix of pub quiz night and horny anime fever dream. You’re this college kid wandering around campus, not for grades, just trying to climb a very different kind of ranking: how many hot women you can charm, outsmart and then absolutely rail. Every girl you meet comes with two big things: massive tits and a list of questions that make you feel like you should have actually listened in class. One moment you’re staring at a teacher’s cleavage while she’s asking about history dates, next moment she’s on her knees, lips shiny with spit, treating your cock like extra credit. It’s stupid and fun at the same time, like using Wikipedia with one hand and jerking it with the other.

What actually surprised me is how the whole “answer five questions to fuck” thing gets in your head. First girl I ran into looked like that classic hentai campus babe, skirt too short, boobs almost falling out, asking me random shit about science. Got one answer wrong and she just smirked, crossed her legs, and told me to come back when I’m “less useless.” I wanted to rage quit, opened Chrome instead, hit Google and a bit of Wikipedia, came back and suddenly I’m balls deep in her, slapping into her pussy from behind, watching her ass bounce while she moans and begs for more. It’s kinda dumb how satisfying that feels after doing actual thinking. Brain on quiz mode, dick on creampie mode. Perfect combo. Except when it isn’t, because some questions feel like the dev was just scrolling random pages and picking words, but somehow that also makes it funnier. You’re like, why the fuck do I need to know this to deserve a blowjob? Then she’s gagging on you, drool down her chin, and you kinda stop caring.

Stuff really clicks once you start chasing the “prettiest woman in the college” angle. There’s this strict teacher, total mistress vibe, glasses, hair up, that classic “I’ll ruin your life but you’ll thank me” look. When she leans in and whispers that you’re not ready for her yet, it weirdly stings. So you go fuck your way through the campus, one quiz at a time, loading faces with cum after a rough doggystyle session, filling pussies, watching those big boobs bounce while she claws at the sheets. Some scenes are actually hotter when you fail a couple of times before nailing the answers. It feels like you’ve earned that moment where she gasps as you shove it deep and you don’t pull out, she tightens around you, and the screen shows her getting a sticky creampie like a reward screen gone very wrong. I kinda wish the questions got even nastier or more twisted as you go, but they stay in this strange mix of normal trivia and random bullshit. Anyway, it ends up feeling like Pornhub and a school exam had a baby, and that baby really wants you to cum on your teacher’s face for getting a perfect score.

Yoruichi walks straight into this mess like she always does, cocky, hungry for a fight, and absolutely not ready for what “futanari Bankai” actually means here. It’s one of those porn game setups where the story is basically a flimsy excuse, but this one leans hard into the Bleach logic and somehow makes it feel like a stupidly believable punishment ritual. Rangiku decides that leaving Soul Society for so long is not just a political issue, it’s a “you’re going to choke on my cock until your mascara runs” kind of crime. Then Haineko joins, not as a sword, but as this smug spirit with her own thick meat swinging, like the show suddenly forgot what a Zanpakuto is and replaced it with a pair of hungry futa bullies. And it weirdly works. Yoruichi is locked into this space that feels half training room, half sex dungeon, where every camera move is about her throat, her ass, her tits shaking when she gasps for air around Rangiku’s cock. There is no romance, no soft prelude. Just immediate facefuck, spit, and that messy power imbalance that Bleach always had but never admitted out loud.

What hit me fast is how the pacing is basically porn logic, not shonen logic. No warmup fight, just Yoruichi already on her knees, choking on Rangiku like she forgot how to breathe without a dick in her mouth. Her lips stretch around this thick shaft, nose pressed against orange pubes, tears forming when Haineko grabs her head and forces that deepthroat angle that makes her neck bulge a little. There is this one bit where Yoruichi tries to pull away for air and Rangiku just grabs her by the hair and starts fucking her face in short, rough thrusts, balls slapping her chin while Haineko laughs in the background. That laugh is too modern, it sounds like something you’d hear on TikTok audio, which annoyed me way more than it should and then I forgot about it because the game cuts straight to a titfuck. Her boobs are huge here, like exaggerated curves that barely look practical, but the way both cocks slide over them, smear pre-cum on her brown skin, then unload all over her cheeks and forehead, it becomes almost ritualistic. She gets painted like a perverted battle mark. The semen ropes look heavy, stringy, sticky, landing on her eyelashes, sliding down to her lips where she licks some of it because of course she does after pretending to resist. And in the same moment it feels like humiliation and a weird sort of worship of her body.

Once they flip her onto her back and then onto all fours, the whole thing shifts from “punishment” into this extremely physical power trip. Rangiku rams into her pussy from the front while Haineko presses against her ass from behind, and there is that slow second where both tips push, stretch, and then sink inside together. Double penetration is always a bit abstract in most games, but here you see Yoruichi tense up, muscles tight, jaw dropped, like her whole body is trying to process being filled in two places at once. It looks brutal and hot and a bit too intense, which is exactly the point. Her ass gets used hard, you see the cheeks ripple with every slam, hear wet sounds when both cocks grind inside her. They take turns switching holes, anal to vaginal, back and forth, until she is just moaning in that raw, broken way that sounds less like anime and more like someone who forgot there is a microphone on. She tries to hold herself up on her arms and fails, face pressed down, boobs mashed under her while they keep driving into her. When the final creampies hit, it is excessive in that hentai “this is biologically impossible” style, warm white loads flooding both her pussy and ass, then pushing out in thick spurts. Cum leaks down her thighs, drips onto the floor, spills back out around the cocks still twitching inside her. They don’t just fill her, they cover her, stomach, tits, ass, even her back, until she looks less like a former captain and more like a used toy left on autoplay. Somewhere in there she starts enjoying it, hips pushing back on her own, like the act of being punished becomes the only kind of connection she accepts now. It’s fucked up, loud, and weirdly honest about how power, shame, and pleasure can melt together into something you can’t fully defend in a seminar paper, but you still keep replaying in Chrome incognito while pretending you were just “studying fan culture”.