Game feels like someone smashed a horny superhero comic into a messy school life sim and then just said “yeah, that’s fine, ship it.” You play this dude who’s supposed to be some kind of secret hero, but in practice you’re running around campus juggling classes, stats, and MILFs with asses so big they basically need their own dialogue box. There’s this one teacher with a tight skirt and absolutely ridiculous tits, and the first time she bends over at the blackboard, the camera does this slow pan that made me instantly hit F12 like a trained animal. I’ve got a whole folder in my gallery app just for her, not even kidding. The game doesn’t care about being subtle. You peek through doors, spy on showers, “accidentally” walk into rooms at night, all that voyeur stuff, and a lot of it is animated in a way that feels dirty in the good way, like old looping gifs you find on shady forums at 2 bars of wifi.

What caught me off guard is how it swings between dumb sex jokes and actual RPG style stuff. You’ve got stats to grind, choices to make, a clock always mocking you. Some scenes need certain power level or charm, some need you to train your combat a bit, because yeah, there are monsters and hero duties shoved between blowjobs and handjobs. One moment you’re tapping through a romance scene, trying to say the right sweet thing so the girl trusts you, next moment you’re in a dungeon smacking some fantasy creature around so you can go back to campus and fuck someone’s brains out. And the sleep stuff is in there too, the game doesn’t pretend to be wholesome. You sneak into a room at night, the girl breathing slowly, panties half visible, and the animation kicks in with slow strokes, soft moans, that kind of “I shouldn’t be watching this but I’m still watching and screen recording” vibe. It’s actually weird how much care they put into mouth movement during oral, tongue flicks, spit strings, then other parts look like they forgot to finish them and said “eh, whatever.”

I played mostly on mobile, swiping through the sandbox map between classes, hero jobs, and all the lewd events, and it runs fine in Chrome but stuttered like hell for me on Firefox, which pissed me off more than it should. Sometimes the combat pops up when I really just want to chase the milf in the cosplay outfit, which kind of kills the mood. Although, that cosplay scene where she shows up in this totally not-legal magical girl outfit and you end up with her riding you, tits bouncing in that slow loop, and then you can choose to pull out or just creampie her and watch it leak… yeah, that one’s sitting as a 4-second gif on my phone next to my calculator app like some cursed secret. Dialogue jumps from sweet romance to rough BDSM talk in like two clicks, and half the time I’m not sure if the protagonist is supposed to be a nice guy, a hero, or a total perv who lucked into powers. Doesn’t matter. There was this bathroom scene, just you watching through a cracked door, handjob with her whispering that someone might walk in, then she drops to her knees and goes full sloppy oral, spit dripping down your shaft, and I actually paused just to clip the best angle. And I forgot what I wanted to say after that, but yeah, it’s that kind of game.

Zombie porn and base micromanagement are apparently my new comfort food, because I opened this thing “just to check it” and suddenly my coffee was cold and everyone in my camp either wanted to fuck me, punch me, or both. You run this little search & rescue squad called the Angels, which sounds holy, but it’s basically a harem wrapped in barbed wire. One second you juggle ammo counts and scavenging routes, next second you’re deciding if the shy medic gets praise for patching you up or a collar for talking back. And the game really pushes that choice. Every time you click through events you’re stuck between “earn her trust, be the good guy” and “nah, break her in”. It’s not subtle. You watch their stats crawl up, corruption and obedience sneaking higher, and then suddenly a girl who refused to kiss you on day one is choking on your cock in the war room and thanking you for the honor. Or crying a bit while doing it, depending how much of an asshole you decided to be that run.

What I liked is how sex scenes feel like a payoff for how you play, not just random gallery junk. You walk in on one of the Angels masturbating in the shower after a brutal mission you sent her on, still shaking from adrenaline, and your choices in earlier dialogues decide if she slams the door in your face, invites you in and rides you until her legs give out, or ends up on her knees giving this messy, desperate blowjob because she “needs to feel alive”. Another time I had the tough-as-nails sniper, the one who never smiles, get caught sneaking into my room at night. I’d been pushing her obedience hard, going full controlling asshole. Instead of a shy confession scene, it turned into her standing at parade rest, naked, collar on, asking permission to present her tits. Next click and she’s on the table, legs spread, me breeding her raw while she stares straight ahead, trying to pretend she’s not moaning every time I push in. Then later, out on a scavenging run, she’s casually gunning down zombies with dried cum still streaked on her thigh like it’s just part of her gear, and nobody comments on it. Little things like that made me grin like an idiot. And yeah, some dialogue is clunky, some “hard choices” are actually just “do you want her to worship your cock now or ten minutes later”, and combat sometimes feels like an afterthought that exists mostly so you can justify why every woman in the camp is exhausted, sweaty, and ready to be used. But whatever. I still ended up scheduling night missions just to get my favorite Angel back in time for a chained-up titfuck in the command tent, with groaning zombies outside the fence while she begs me to fill her pussy again because “there might not be a tomorrow”.

You start as this broke college guy walking into Burgmeister & Royce like you’re gonna fix your life, then the game just grabs you by the dick and drags you into absolute chaos. Classes? Technically there. But the real “curriculum” is trying not to cum in your pants every five minutes while sorority girls flash you during a stupid drinking game, your landlady “forgets” to close her bathroom door, and your so-called bros push you into shit you know your dad would beat your ass for if he saw it. It’s that filthy campus fantasy where everyone’s way too hot, way too horny, and somehow nobody ever remembers underwear exists.

The sex stuff doesn’t even wait politely. One minute you’re doing some harmless point and click around your crappy dorm room and the next you’re peeping through a slightly open door, catching twins in a lesbian makeout session that is very much not “innocent experimenting.” They drag you in if you pick the right lines and suddenly you’re in this messy tangle of tongues, fingers, one of them riding your face while the other forces your cock between her tits and laughs in your ear about how fast you’re shaking. Later you can pretend you’re a romantic guy, taking a shy virgin girl on a normal date, hand in hand, giggling, then end the night with her masturbating in your lap inside a parked car because she “isn’t ready for penetration yet” but still wants your cum all over her stomach. The game swings from sweet to downright filthy in like two clicks and never apologizes.

What surprised me is how much it leans into power stuff without making it feel like a cheap porn menu. Sometimes you’re the one groping, pulling panties down behind a bar counter while your milf boss pretends she doesn’t notice, and sometimes you end up on your knees with a dominant school queen slapping you with a strap-on, telling you to open wider while her roommate records it on her phone through the keyhole. There’s this whole turn based combat thing tied to frat wars and campus gangs that looks silly at first, then suddenly you’re planning who to bring to a fight because winning opens new prostitution side gigs and losing might end with a humiliating scene where the rival guys use your girl for group sex while you’re forced to watch, dick hard and useless. I wish the game let you punch one particular smug asshole in the balls during a combat segment, it just sits there in my head every time that scene plays. Anyway, between interracial threesomes in trashy motel rooms, anal quickies in the library stacks, puzzle bits to unlock voyeur routes, and that one lesbian romance that somehow feels more emotional than all your straight routes combined, it’s less like a clean dating sim and more like getting lost in the filthiest campus rumor mill ever, where every rumor turns into a clickable scene and half of them end with a creampie dripping down someone’s thigh.

It starts messy, in the best possible way. You’re tossed into this warped version of the galaxy far, far away - not the kind that smells like burnt metal and destiny, but one thick with sweat and bad decisions. The whole thing feels like a fever dream that someone spun out after one too many Holonet smut threads. You’re the guy who somehow made it to Jedi Knight while everyone else got distracted by the war or by each other’s asses (and they’re massive here, holy hell). Half the time you forget why you’re supposed to be saving anything because Barriss bends forward mid-dialogue and the robe just... doesn’t hold. Then there’s Aayla, all cool confidence until her mouth opens, breathing hard like she’s half-daring you to break the code. They all do that. Even Padme - who says words about diplomacy but arches her back every time your name drops. It’s ridiculous and hot at once, like watching porn on mute during a political debate.

The turn-based fights almost feel like foreplay. Every encounter teases longer than necessary, camera angles doing that thing where you can’t tell if you’re fighting monsters or auditioning them for something darker. When Bo-Katan shows up, the whole tempo changes - less talk, more bite - and suddenly the lightsaber doesn’t look like a weapon anymore. My favorite stupid detail: in the menu, somebody coded a “meditation” button that just leads to sex scenes. Lazy? Sure. But it fits. Nothing here pretends to be noble; it’s all dirty Jedi business in slow motion. And when the game finally pops one of those creampie endings, you don’t even blink. You just chuckle, fix the screen ratio on your phone, and keep pressing through because apparently defeat can look like victory if the moaning syncs just right.

Weird thing is - somewhere between the teasing and the parody nonsense - it stops feeling like a joke. You catch yourself liking these twisted versions more than the real ones. Maybe that’s the Force talking. Or just the fact that the writing knows exactly how low you’ll sink for another glimpse under a Jedi robe.