City girl, new campus, way too many cute women who really like dessert and bad decisions. That is the basic vibe here, except it gets kinky fast. You are this tiny thing from a small town, trying to be serious student, then suddenly you are in a dorm kitchen at midnight watching a shy bookworm slowly destroy a whole cheesecake because you told her she “deserves to relax a bit.” Her shirt is struggling, her belly is peeking out, and the game just lets you sit with it. Not in a hurry. You get those little pixel animations of her chewing, swallowing, then that tiny pause when she leans back and realizes, oh shit, her bra hooks are losing the war. And somehow it feels almost wholesome and also horny as hell at same time, which is very confusing in the best way.

What surprised me is how much of the kink is in the small choices. Like, it is not just “click here for bigger boobs.” You are picking stuff like “invite her for coffee” or “suggest dessert place one more block away” and it snowballs. Literally. One girl starts as this gym-obsessed queen who lectures you about macros. Couple of late-night study sessions, you keep nudging her toward snacks “just for energy,” and a few scenes later she is huffing while climbing stairs, pretending everything is fine, while her ass is pulling attention away from the whole campus. The writing is pretty simple, sometimes a bit clumsy, but it hits those little insecure lines that feel very real, like when she makes a joke about her jeans “shrinking in the wash” and you know she does care, but also she secretly likes how you stare. Some of the dialogue lands awkward as fuck, like a bad Tinder chat, yet I kind of loved that too. It fits the messy vibe of horny students who do not know what they want and still push for more cake.

The pacing is all over the place in a very human way. One date event takes forever, with you watching this artsy girl slowly unbutton her cardigan as her chest refuses to stay contained, her sprite updating just slightly each time you meet again, until suddenly she is buying clothes in a bigger size and pretending it is “just the style.” Then another route jumps from slim to “wow ok she is knocking stuff off the table with her tits now” in two scenes, like the game forgot to breathe. There is a tiny thing that annoyed me: the text box sometimes covers the best part of the sprite and I kept trying to drag it like in Ren’Py, except you cannot, so I just sat there grumbling at my screen like an idiot. On the other hand the pixel art has this lazy charm, not super polished, not trying to be Instagram-perfect. A little rough line here, a weird angle there, but the curves look heavy, soft, and you can almost feel the extra weight on their hips when they turn. Watching the girls change outfit to outfit, seeing how every skirt, every top stretches a bit more, becomes the real reward. If you want to squeeze the most juice from it, slow down, pick the indulgent options even when they look minor, re-visit scenes to catch the new details on their bodies, and let yourself enjoy every bite, every button popping, every moment where a girl pretends she is not turned on by the fact she cannot see her feet as well as before.

Office was dead quiet when I opened this in a side tab, pretending to be “checking Tableau dashboards”. Yeah, sure. This is not a numbers game, unless you count cup sizes like I do. The whole thing spins around this girl, Luna, who starts off feeling pretty average, kind of lost in routine. Nothing special on paper, basic student life, but the fun part is how quickly her “normal” becomes totally fucked in the best way once she finds that weird little shop. It feels like someone mashed a comfy slice‑of‑life VN with a horny growth spreadsheet, then forgot to clean up the formulas. You click through dialogue like usual, but every potion choice is basically a data point in a very perverted line chart. Tits go up, ass goes wide, clothes stop respecting physics, and you keep thinking “ok, that’s enough” then push one more increment anyway.

What I liked is how slow the ramp is at the start. The first time her bra feels tight, it’s described so plain and small that my analytics brain instantly went “ah, baseline shift detected”. Then suddenly she leans over her desk, button strains a bit, roommate notices something is off, and you realise, oh, we’re actually doing a full time series here, not just one jump cut. It’s a visual novel, sure, but it feels like a growth sim hiding in VN clothes. You pick ingredients from the shop that sound half harmless, half cursed, mix them up, and there’s this little thrill when you click to the next scene like you’re refreshing a dashboard after changing filters. Some routes keep it modest for a while, like she’s just getting a bit more curvy, more confident, still fitting in public transport seats. Other times, if you go greedy with the recipes, she turns into walking fanservice and the story doesn’t even pretend to be realistic anymore. Which is fine. We’re already in “magic boob lab” territory.

I got irrationally annoyed by one tiny thing though: sometimes the dialogue repeats her surprise again and again, even after you already boosted her three times with the same potion. Girl, you watched your ass grow out of two pairs of jeans already, you are not “confused” anymore, you are running A/B tests on your own body. At least it feels that way. Still, there is this nice, guilty pleasure vibe when she looks at herself in the mirror and you can tell she is half scared, half turned on. That kind of scene hits harder than the big “wow huge now” moment for me. Also, the game quietly tracks your choices in the background like some horny analyst, feeding you different little reactions depending what path you push her toward. I kept thinking of it like a perversion funnel: start with mild curiosity, end with her filling doorframes and pretending this is still a normal student life. And yeah, I know I should have been doing pivot tables in Google Sheets instead of watching a fictional girl outgrow every outfit she owns, but honestly, watching those curves “trend upward” felt more satisfying than any quarterly growth report I ever made.

Clara Loft shows up on screen and you instantly know the game is not pretending to be “serious archaeology”. She opens her mouth, that smug British accent hits you, and suddenly you’re way less interested in lost temples and way more curious about what’s under the shorts that are absolutely not work-appropriate. The whole thing feels like some horny fan project that escaped from a Discord server and grew just enough muscle to become a real game. In a good way. Mostly. You’re the new assistant, which sounds important, but quickly turns into “guy who carries the bags, gets insulted, and maybe, if he plays his cards right, ends up with his cock somewhere near those ridiculous tits.” The story acts like it’s about relics and curses and puzzles, but half the time it’s just an excuse to put Clara in one more situation where her ass is sticking out while she complains she “can’t quite reach”. Sure, professor. Of course you can’t.

The teasing is honestly the main event here. She talks a lot, and it’s actually voiced, not that weird text-to-speech flat stuff. She’ll roast you for staring, then lean forward anyway, then pretend she doesn’t notice your character literally masturbating in the tent while she’s humming on the other side of the canvas. There’s this one scene where you’re supposed to be guarding some artifact and instead end up watching her bathe through a hole in the wall. That moment is so stupidly predictable and still works. She keeps doing that “half annoyed, half amused” thing, like she knows exactly what you’re doing with your hand. And yeah, the game does not shy away from going all the way. Blowjobs, handjobs, riding you until her tits bounce way past realistic physics, sliding them around your cock like she’s trying to polish a trophy, and eventually some heavier stuff if you keep pushing her down the more corrupted path instead of playing the sweet gentleman. It leans into parody, so one second she’s moaning in your ear, next second she’s cracking some meta joke about “player choices” while you’re balls deep in her ass. Completely ruins the mood and somehow makes it hotter.

Mechanically, it’s like a horny choose-your-own-mistake adventure with some actual puzzles sprinkled in just to make sure you’re not clicking with one hand the whole time. A few of the “combat” bits feel like they exist only so the dev can say, see, this is a real game, not just porn, look, there’s a health bar. Nobody is fooled. The AI art gives everything this slightly off, dreamlike vibe where Clara’s boobs seem to grow a bit from one scene to the next and you’re not sure if it’s the supposed “breast expansion” angle or just the model losing its mind. Sometimes her face shifts a little weird mid animation and it’s like she’s turning into a different hot cousin for half a second. I kind of liked it, even while my brain was going, what the hell, pick a version and stick with it. Also, small complaint: there is one button in the UI that looks like it should open a proper settings menu but only gives you like three options and none of them are the one you want and it irritated me way more than it should. Anyway, if the idea of a smug, big-titted archaeologist slowly turning into your personal plaything while she pretends to still be in charge sounds fun, this thing absolutely leans into that fantasy and then trips over its own jokes, stands up, and shoves your dick between her boobs again.

You start with this half-dead hotel that looks like it smells of cheap cleaner and old sex, and somehow it becomes this weird little universe where every floor has a different flavor of horny drama. It looks like a normal dating sim at first, like “oh yeah, I’ll just talk to the girls, raise some stats, classic stuff”, and then three scenes later you’re holding a trembling elf maid by the hips while she tries to act all proper and obedient and ends up squirting all over the new bedsheets you saved up to buy. And you’re thinking: ok, I just wanted romance, why is there a menu option for nipple clothespins in the housekeeping budget. But you still click it.

The hotel thing works too well. Everyone is under your roof, so you bump into them doing absolutely everything. You go into a hallway thinking you’re just going to check repairs, and you catch one girl “cleaning” a window with her tits pressed against the glass, tongue out, full ahegao, while someone down in the street could totally see her. It counts as voyeur and exhib stuff at the same time and the game doesn’t even wink at you, it just lets it happen, like yeah, this is just Tuesday here. You can be the pure romance guy and still the world keeps trying to corrupt you. There’s a religious girl praying in one scene, acting shy like a virgin, and later you’re there timing her orgasm denial with your phone while she begs for just one more thrust and you’re like, ok, maybe I’m not “pure” anymore. I kept telling myself I’m avoiding the nastier paths, and two minutes later I’m watching a lactation event where I was only trying to give comfort and suddenly there’s warm milk and a helpless girl calling you “master” in this shaky voice. Total accident. Kind of.

What really got me is how your role shifts without a big “you are a trainer now” sign. One moment you’re like a soft-spoken manager who buys cute maid outfits and simple cosplay ears, the next you’re running what is basically a private bdsm spa on the top floor, where you decide who gets the collar and who just gets spanked until their ass is bright red and they can’t sit in the café. Some girls push you around too, it’s not just male dom. There’s a yandere type that goes from clingy to “if you fuck anyone else I’ll break their legs” energy, and she rides you so hard you legit feel like the slave instead of the trainer. Then later the same night another girl kneels down in the lobby and gives you a slow, careful blowjob like it’s a love letter, and you remember why you came here for romance at all. But then there’s some fucked up family route on the side, anal stuff mixed with “we shouldn’t do this” whispers, a footjob in the laundry room, a titfuck in the elevator when the doors keep almost opening, group sex in a suite where everyone’s moaning your name at once, and somewhere in the middle of that mess you’re still checking income stats on your phone and thinking about upgrade costs like an idiot. The hotel keeps growing, the harem keeps getting bigger, some girls get their breasts reduced while others suddenly swell up like a fantasy elf breeding project, and you’re walking around your own building knowing exactly which room has a girl quietly masturbating, which one hides a camera for your voyeur habit, and which bed has fresh cum drying in the sheets because you didn’t even bother with pulling out after that last creampie. It’s romantic in the trashiest way, and trashy in a way that somehow still feels kind of sweet.