Crossunder Academy looks at you and goes, “yeah, you’re the new kid, you don’t know shit, but here, have power anyway.” You roll in thinking it’s just another school VN with some tits glued on, and then they throw you into the Student Council and suddenly you’re the class president, fake tie, fake responsibilities, and very real chances to fuck half the campus if you don’t screw it up. It starts tame, like a dating sim pretending to be serious: club budgets, school events, that kind of filler. Then you figure out every boring “proposal” conversation is basically foreplay. The shy club rep who wants more money for “equipment” leans over your desk a bit too far, blouse a little too tight, and you’ve got the classic choice pop-up: act professional, tease her, or slide right into horny territory and test how far she’s willing to go to get that funding. You know which one you click. Don’t lie.

The fun part is how it mixes the puzzle feeling with porn without turning into some clicker trash. You’re not matching gems or anything stupid like that, you’re juggling scenes. Say the wrong thing to one girl and she gets jealous when you’re alone with her teacher later, and suddenly that nice slow blowjob under the desk becomes “sorry, I can’t, people will talk.” Say the right thing and the same teacher is on her knees, glasses fogged up, working your cock like she’s grading on a curve. Some routes feel like you’re solving a horny jigsaw puzzle with horny pieces. You’re planning event schedules while secretly thinking, “ok, if Hermione-clone student nerd and that thick aunt-looking lunch lady are both there, can I push them into some exhibitionist shit?” and sometimes the game actually lets you pull it off. There are moments where the camera settles into POV and it’s just you, her big tits pressed right into the frame, your cock between them for a messy titfuck, and the sound design goes from cartoony to “oh, someone actually cared here.” Then next scene a different girl is doing this ahegao face like she’s auditioning for a meme compilation and it almost kills the mood, but you keep clicking because, well, creampie counter is not going to fill itself.

It leans hard into the fantasy faculty and campus girls archetypes. You’ve got the prim bookworm who clearly wants to be ruined in the library after hours, the fake innocent student council girl who’s absolutely into groping behind closed doors, the curvy “tradwife” type who talks about cooking and chores while riding you raw, and that one busty older woman that might as well have “MILF” written on her forehead. Half the time you’re trying to act like a respectable president in meetings, half the time you’re lining up which corridor to “inspect” so you can corner someone and see how far she’ll go if the hallway cameras are “mysteriously” off. There’s teasing everywhere, a little too much sometimes: she’s in your lap, skirt hiked up, grinding on you, moaning in your ear about how wrong it is in a school setting, and the scene still stalls until you pick the right dialog line before it lets you finally push inside. When it does click though, the game doesn’t flinch: deep throat, sloppy oral, thick ass bouncing in your lap, cum inside, cum outside, cum on her face while she’s making that stupid cross-eyed expression. It’s messy, a bit goofy, sometimes hot as hell, sometimes clunky as fuck, but it feels like an actual degenerate school fantasy where your choices matter just enough to make you paranoid you missed one more filthy route.

Nothing feels more cursed and perfect than loading this thing up and realizing your horny teenage cartoon crush brain never actually grew up. One second you scroll TikTok, next second you’re in a hotel room trying to remember how to flirt in English with a girl who looks suspiciously like Kim Possible but with way less clothing and way more bedroom eyes. The whole vibe is like someone mashed together those old Cartoon Network and Nickelodeon shows in Blender, spilled some porn on the keyboard, and went “yeah, this is good enough.” And somehow it really is. You start as this pretty basic male protagonist, nothing special, just a stand in for your own confused soul, and you get thrown into a world where Katara is blushing and playing shy, Raven looks like she wants to hex you and sit on your face at the same time, and Starfire is smiling like she doesn’t fully understand human boundaries but is super excited to learn on your lap. Every route kind of feels like a fanfic you found on AO3 at the wrong age and never recovered from, except now you actually get to pick the choices instead of just scrolling with one sticky hand and pretending you’re reading for the plot.

Ren’Py stuff always has a certain clunky charm and this one leans into it hard. Text pops up, you click, suddenly Katara is pressing herself against you and the camera is just a little bit too close on her tits, like the dev moved it by hand and said “yeah whatever, that’s good.” Sometimes the English on the choices feels like it’s in the same level as my own, like “Say something romantic” and then your character just blurts out some weird cheesy line that would get you blocked on Instagram, but here it somehow works and she actually smiles. Dialog swings between kind of sweet romance and absolutely filthy trash talk in like two screens. One minute Gwen is shyly telling you she never did this before, next minute she is riding you with this ridiculous anime moaning that would get you kicked out of Discord if you left your mic on. The 3D character models look exactly like those Koikatsu screenshots you see in horny subreddits, slightly plastic skin, huge eyes, weirdly perfect hair, but when Raven slowly undresses and her bra clips a little through her arm, you don’t care at all. You’re just there going “yeah, that’s her, that’s my gloomy cartoon goth wife from TV, finally doing what my 13 year old brain wanted.”

It’s kind of funny how you start trying to “roleplay” a gentleman and five minutes later you click every horny option possible. Like you promise yourself you’ll go slow with Mavis, be cute and respectful, but the game throws this scene where she leans in, fangs barely showing, and whispers something about wanting to taste more than blood, and your fingers betray you immediately. Some routes pretend to be romance and then quickly turn full-on porn; some pretend to be porn and accidentally stumble into feelings. Starfire calling you “boyfriend” after you just railed her on a couch that looks like it came from The Sims really hits different. I kept getting distracted by tiny stuff, like how the hotel backgrounds look slightly too clean, like nobody ever actually slept or fucked there before you, and it annoyed me every time, then I’d forget because suddenly Kim is in a tight dress she clearly can’t breathe in and the only sensible thing to do is help her “take it off.” The pacing is all over the place, sometimes you click through five lines of small talk, then bam, titjob, no warning. Choices actually matter sometimes, sometimes they absolutely don’t, and you only realize after a second playthrough because you were too busy watching Katara’s hips grinding in that weird perfect loop. Whole thing feels like a horny fever dream made by people who loved the same cartoons you did, and maybe had a bit too much free time and access to Koikatsu. I kept telling myself “one more scene and I close it” and then Raven showed up again with that smug little smirk and yeah. Self control gone.

It starts with a weird kind of quiet, like you’re waiting for someone to say something they shouldn’t. The first scene pulls you in because it doesn’t even try to be shocking - it just *is*. Anna’s voice has this tone that sits between teasing and sincere, like she’s half‑ashamed of wanting to talk about what she wants. And then you realize, the game isn’t really about her leaving for Italy; it’s about how much you can stand watching her become someone else. There’s a moment where she sends you a photo - nothing too wild - and yet it feels heavier than the later scenes where everyone’s naked. I think that’s the trick: it makes you feel complicit before you even click the next line.

The humor sneaks in when you least expect it. There’s a bit where one of the side characters, can’t even remember his name now, tries to give “advice” about open relationships using a sandwich metaphor that’s absolutely terrible but somehow right. The writing jumps from filthy to tender so fast you almost get whiplash. Sometimes it feels mean on purpose, especially when Shego shows up - yeah, they went full parody there - and suddenly the tone flips again, all green eyes and cruel smirks, leather snapping against skin like punctuation. The game keeps forgetting it’s supposed to be sexy and then accidentally becomes it. One minute you’re laughing, next minute someone’s wrists are tied and you’ve forgotten why you were amused.

I’ll admit, I got weirdly obsessed with the sound design. The moans don’t loop cleanly; they stutter, slightly off‑tempo, and that imperfection makes it more real. There’s a scene with a mirror - voyeur stuff, sure - but what caught me is how the reflection lags a frame behind. Maybe intentional, maybe not. Doesn’t matter. It messes with your head. The pacing’s uneven, some transitions abrupt, but that chaos fits the story. If I could change one thing, I wouldn’t. Or maybe I would, but only to make it worse. Hard to tell anymore.

You show up at this weirdly quiet place called Camp Pinewood, expecting some normal summer job, maybe a few brats and some boring chores, and instead you walk into this fever dream where every girl from your old cartoons apparently decided to grow curves, lose shame, and hang around half-dressed. No dudes anywhere. Just you, one confused but very horny guy, surrounded by faces you recognize from way too many childhood afternoons, now asking for “help” with things that have nothing to do with camp activities. It feels wrong for like five seconds, then someone bends over a little too far and your brain just shuts up. One minute you’re talking to Gwen who’s pretending she’s here for “training,” the next her top just happens to slip when you raise her affection and suddenly you’re in this loop of checking every corner of the camp like some degenerate detective. Is there a mystery? Kind of. You’re supposed to investigate what’s going on, but half of that “investigation” is walking into a cabin and catching someone like Velma “studying” on the bed with her tits about to fall out of her shirt, or Stephanie bouncing around with that fake-innocent Lazy Town vibe, short skirt riding up way too high. The game knows exactly what it’s doing when it leaves a door half open so you can spy on Daphne stripping down in front of the mirror, like it’s totally normal camp behavior.

What I like is how the horny stuff doesn’t drop on you all at once. It starts pretty tame, just teasing and flirting, then suddenly you’re juggling dates with Clover from Totally Spies, Gwen, Raven, and maybe Francine hanging around acting like some hot stepmom who wants to “talk” about your progress. Some scenes are just silly, like Lola Bunny deciding she needs “private coaching” and ending up on her knees with your cock between those big cartoon lips, while you’re thinking, yeah, Space Jam hit different. Then other moments go way harder than you expect. One second it’s a blowjob under the trees, next moment you’ve got Starfire all eager-to-please, asking what else humans like, and you’re pushing into her tight ass while she moans something about “learning Earth customs.” There’s proper variety too: titfucks with huge-soft-ridiculous racks, handjobs that turn into messy oral, classic pussy pounding with big asses grinding on you, and those scenes where the girl pretends she “didn’t know” you were watching her play with herself and then just keeps going, because voyeurism is basically the camp’s unofficial sport. Some routes lean more into male domination, with you pressing a girl against the wall, pulling her hair, making her strip piece by piece, others feel more like romance gone very, very off the rails, like slow-burn moments with someone like Wendy, where you kiss first and end up fucking her senseless on a cabin bed while the campfire crackles outside. It’s trashy and nostalgic and wrong and hot at the same time, like scrolling through your old Saturday-morning lineup and realizing every single one of them is now trying to climb onto your lap.