Three hungover college idiots skip orientation, think they’re clever, and end up trapped in the most fucked up “sex education” punishment class the campus ever invented. That’s basically the pitch, but it hits different when you’re inside it. You’re stuck as the main girl, sitting there in this quiet classroom on a Saturday morning, thighs pressed together under a too-short skirt, while a teacher who looks like she walked out of a porn search for “milf professor with dangerous tits” explains how they’re going to “correct your behavior” using very hands-on lessons. On paper it’s just a kinetic novel, so no choices, but it kinda works like watching some fucked up series where you’re also inside the head of the main character, feeling every bit of her embarrassment and horniness. One second she’s trying to act innocent, next she’s on her knees under the desk, sucking cock so she doesn’t fail the course.

The nice thing is how it takes its time before going completely off the rails. First you get that school vibe, the awkward small talk between the three students, the quiet sounds in the hallway, the teacher acting strict but calm. Then you notice how her blouse buttons are just one second away from exploding, and her ass fills the skirt like gravity is working extra overtime on it. When she starts the “practical part”, it’s not just “everyone fuck now”. She calls you out first for skipping, makes you stand in front, checks your “body awareness” by literally groping your tits in front of everyone, slipping her hand under your bra and pretending it’s scientific. The two other students watch, shifting in their seats, and you feel the heat in your cheeks at the same time as the wetness between your legs. Oh, and she’s not just into guys. She gets on her knees, lifts your skirt and starts tasting you like some kind of reward for “honesty”, tongue working slow, fingers teasing, while the boys are ordered to sit still and not touch themselves. Of course they fail, and that’s when the group stuff kicks in. You get pushed on the teacher’s desk, legs spread, one guy eating you out while the other rams your mouth, and the milf holds your wrists and whispers filth in your ear about how bad girls need extra lessons. At some point she brings out a vibrator from her drawer like it’s a normal school supply and presses it against your clit while you’re already full, and the whole thing gets messy in a good way, lots of cum, spit, and that feeling like your brain left your body.

What caught me off guard is how the story keeps slipping little personal bits in between all the fucking. The main girl tries to act tough but you can tell she’s got this weird thing with authority, like every time the teacher raises her voice she gets wetter. There’s this short quiet moment in the restroom where she’s alone, staring at herself in the mirror, then she just gives up and starts masturbating in the stall, fingers buried deep, replaying what just happened in class, grinding her palm on her clit so hard you can almost hear it. And it doesn’t stay only student/teacher either. One of the older women involved in running the course looks suspiciously like she could be related to you, in a way that makes your stomach twist a bit, but the game just leans into it like “ok, that’s a thing now”. She hugs you a little too long, her hand sliding over your ass, telling you that “keeping it in the family” makes everything easier to hide, and before you can think too hard about it, you’re half naked on her lap, her fingers deep inside you while she orders the others around like it’s a private porn shoot. There’s girl on girl scenes that feel more intimate, with slow licking, soft kisses, big tits pressed together and hands exploring, then it flips again and you’re being used by multiple people at once, pulled, grabbed, choked a bit, toys shoved inside you until you forget you were supposed to be “learning” anything. It’s kinda relaxing in a fucked up way, like real life shit stops existing and your whole universe shrinks to that tiny school room full of sweat, tongues, and bad decisions.

This one starts with a tiny runaway mouse boy stumbling into this absurdly huge mansion full of smug cat girls, and the size difference hits you in the face right away. He’s basically pocket-sized compared to their big curves and long legs, and the game never lets you forget it. You’re not “the hero”, you’re the help. Literally. A servant. Cleaning their mess, carrying things too big for your hands, getting shoved around by fluffy tails and thighs that could snap you in half if they got bored. And they do get bored. A lot. The tone dances between cute and cruel in this weird way: one moment a cat girl is rubbing your head like you’re a pet, the next she’s sitting on you just to see how long you can breathe under her ass. It sounds stupid when I write it, but in the actual scenes it lands somewhere between erotic and “wow, I really need therapy”.

The kinetic novel style makes it feel like you’re being dragged through this long teasing session that never quite goes where a typical porn game would go. You’re always under someone’s thumb or paw or ass. There’s lesbian stuff right in front of your eyes, and you’re just there, small and pathetic, holding towels and pretending it’s fine. The girls are all different levels of mean and sweet. One plays the “big sister” role, petting you, warming you against her chest, then casually smothering you with those huge tits while she flirts with someone else. Another is a full-on sadist with a sense of humor, laughing while she pins you with her bare feet and asks if you like being her toy, but the writing gives her these quiet moments where she almost sounds lonely. It’s romance, but twisted. Not hearts and flowers. More like “I might love you, but I’ll still use you as a cushion while I read.”

The giantess angle sneaks up on you when the scale suddenly shifts in some scenes and you really feel how tiny the protagonist is. There is this one bathtub scene where you’re basically like a living bath accessory for a lazy cat girl spread out in warm water, her big ass half submerged, tail flicking, and she makes you scrub her while she casually talks about your future like you’re a piece of furniture she’s planning to keep. It’s hot and humiliating in the same breath. The humor keeps it from feeling too heavy, with little gags about you getting stuck between pillows that are not pillows, or almost drowning under some cat girl’s tits while she “forgets” about you. I kept wanting more agency, but at the same time, the lack of choices fits the whole fantasy: you’re small, they’re not, and the mansion belongs to them. You just exist in their world, a toy that occasionally talks back. And yeah, they tease the idea that even a tiny mouse boy can change things in this house, but most of the time you’re just trying not to get crushed under a horny cat girl who thinks “romance” means sitting on your face because it makes her laugh.

Revenge stories in porn games usually feel like some edgy teenager’s wet dream, but this one actually leans into the petty, ugly side of it instead of pretending it’s some noble crusade. You play a guy who’s been fucked over in the past and never really got over it, stuck in this school environment where everyone pretends to be mature and romantic while doing the same toxic shit all over again. The game doesn’t rush to the sex, it sort of lets the tension rot first. You watch the MILF teacher with the perfect fake smile lean over your desk, tits almost falling out of her blouse, talking about discipline while you both know neither of you is thinking about grades. Then you have the teasing from girls who used to treat you like a nobody, now suddenly flirting, leaning in too close, “accidentally” brushing your cock, acting like they didn’t help break you back then. It all feels a bit too real sometimes, in a cheap way, like reading old chat logs you wish you deleted.

Since it’s a kinetic novel, you’re basically locked on rails, which I actually liked here. There’s no pretending your “choices matter” when they don’t. You just let the story drag you through this messy mix of resentment and lust. One moment you’re getting a slow, almost mocking titfuck from a big tits classmate who once laughed at you, watching her push her slick boobs together while she smirks like she still owns you, and the next moment you’re buried in someone’s big ass, pounding her hard because the game wants you to believe that fucking equals payback. It doesn’t, obviously, but that tension makes it hotter. The oral scenes are written like power plays instead of love scenes. You feel that in the way some woman drops to her knees, keeps eye contact the whole time, tongue working you over while she half insults you. It’s not sweet, it’s not “making love,” it’s closer to mutual blackmail with orgasms. The romance tag is almost funny, because yeah, there are tender lines and soft lights and those cliché “I always cared about you” confessions, but it’s all happening over the wreckage of what they did before. You get a creampie scene where you finally finish inside a woman who used to treat you like you were beneath her, and it should feel like a victory. Instead it feels messy, like both of you lost something and are pretending you won.

The female domination streak is not full hardcore mistress stuff, more like psychological choking. You get these women who know exactly what they’re doing, guiding the male protagonist by his dick and his grudges. They tease him, drag out the handjobs, sit on his lap with that slow grind that leaves him shaking, give him just enough pleasure so he keeps chasing, keeps dancing to their rhythm. Sometimes they flip it and act soft, almost apologetic, during vaginal sex scenes, riding him slowly, touching his face, whispering all the nice romantic words you wish someone said to you years ago. Then the next scene, they’re cold again, or using him, or reminding him who had the power all along. It’s twisted, but it matches how people actually behave when they mix revenge and romance: they say “I love you” with a knife behind their back. The 3dcg bodies are exaggerated in all the expected ways, huge tits bouncing while she rides you, big ass slapping against your hips when you go rough, but the expressions sell more than the flesh. A smirk at the wrong moment can make a blowjob feel like humiliation instead of comfort. A tiny eye-roll during a kiss can ruin the illusion of romance the script tries to build. That fits the whole mood: sex is hot, yeah, but it never really fixes the past, it just makes it easier to lie about how much it still hurts.

Mr. Thorne is the kind of boss every HR person has nightmares about and every corruption fetishist secretly bookmarks. You play this smug CEO who looks at the office and doesn’t see “team” or “career path”, just toys with legs, tits and weak spots you can buy, squeeze or break. The whole thing feels like some horny mix of Excel sheet and casting couch, just without the camera tripod. It’s a kinetic story, so you’re not juggling 40 menus in Ren’Py or grinding stats like in HuniePop. You’re basically steering one very dirty train on fixed rails, and that’s actually hot here, because it lets the game go really far with the humiliation and control without stopping to ask you if you’re “sure” you want to be a bastard. Of course you’re sure. You’re playing a CEO called Mr. Thorne, not Mr. Therapy.

The three assistants are the main show and each one feels like a different flavor of “office disaster you should not fuck, so obviously you will”. Big tits are not just in the tag, they’re actually a thing in the scenes. Thorne will be in a “serious” meeting, pretend to talk about reports, then casually slide his hand under a blouse, groping her like she’s company property. And she kind of is, in his head. There’s spanking in the most petty, abusive way too, not some cute BDSM club. You send her a “performance review” email, she shows up nervous, gets bent over the desk, skirt up, ass out, and you smack her cheeks while explaining how she “failed KPI” until she’s half crying, half wet and totally humiliated. I liked how the game doesn’t pretend it’s romantic. This is domination, straight up harassment, blackmail, even cheating. A couple of scenes drag a bit, like it keeps teasing and stripping and teasing and talking about “boundaries” while you just want him to push her knees apart already, but then suddenly it snaps into this really nasty, hot payoff and you kind of forget you were annoyed two minutes ago.

What works nice is how corruption builds. At the start they’re still trying to be professionals, fixing their blouse, giving you that “sir, this is inappropriate” line. Then you catch one in a tiny lie or office mistake and weaponize it. You threaten her job, her reputation, her boyfriend she keeps checking on WhatsApp. There is a great moment where you casually show one assistant some “photos” you should not have of her, and she freezes, cheeks red, big ass pressed back against the filing cabinet while you grope her and whisper the terms of her new “contract” into her ear. No choices there, just the game slowly twisting her from nervous to obedient toy, and it hits that nasty corruption kink really well. Sometimes the AI-style CG looks a bit weird, like a hand with extra fingers or hair doing strange things, and it pulls you out for a second, but then there’s this scene where you have one girl on her knees under the desk during a business call, your other assistant walks in, realizes what’s happening, and your only response is to hook your fingers in her panties too. Honestly the whole thing feels like “Best Use of HR Violations” material. It’s rough, mean, very much for people who like sexual harassment and male domination without moral lectures, and it keeps that harem fantasy vibe where the whole office basically bends over when the boss crooks a finger.