There’s this weird horny comfort in the way the Academy feels both serious and completely trashy at the same time. You’re “the doctor”, the last one not dead or infected, but the game doesn’t really care about making you feel noble. It cares about putting you in a magic school full of witches who somehow always need physical exams that turn into groping, massages that slide into fingering, “magical checkups” where you’re basically encouraged to stare at their tits while pretending it’s clinical. The virus plot is just enough to make everyone act desperate. Girls knock on your door like, “Professor, I think the curse is spreading to my chest…” and yeah, you know very well what the dev wants you to click next. You walk around the academy, check the schedule, manage who gets what treatment, but really it feels like you are managing how quickly they lose their shame. There’s a management system tied to supplies and research and all that, but half the time you’re just min-maxing how many excuses you can get to see another girl undress for “testing”. It’s trashy in a way that actually feels honest.

The real hook for me is how much it leans into voyeur stuff without making it the whole point. There’s this scene early on where you discover a hidden passage that looks like it was built just for perverts long before you were born. Tiny slits in the wall, right into the girls’ bath, or the dorm showers, or the practice rooms where they do “focus exercises” completely naked because “fabric interferes with mana flow”. You can stand there, in the dark corridor, watching this one redhead witch practicing spells while she fingers herself to “charge the ritual”. You’re supposed to collect data about symptoms, but the game actually tracks how long you keep spying. The more you peek, the more the story bends toward corruption. It never tells you directly, but you start feeling that the academy itself is kind of alive, feeding on exhibitionism. One girl starts pretending she doesn’t see you, even though she clearly looks at the wall where the hole is. Another one suddenly “forgets” to close the curtain when changing into her cosplay outfit for some stupid school event. She wears these cheap magical girl clothes that look like they came from AliExpress, all pastel and too tight around her huge chest, and you’re sitting there thinking, “This is the stupidest thing” while also rock hard.

The best scenes are when the medical side, the magic side and the porn side crash together. There is a massage event where you are “rubbing a special potion” into a student’s legs to prevent the virus from spreading. It starts totally serious, you’re checking her pulse with magic, adjusting mana flow, that kind of nerdy fantasy roleplay. Then the camera slowly slides up to her panties. She keeps asking if it is “really necessary to go higher” and the game lets you be either professional for two seconds or just go straight to full perv. If you keep it clinical, she blushes even more, which somehow feels way dirtier. And of course, the more you abuse your role, the more the academy rewards you with new “duties”. You suddenly get asked to lead “intimate mana compatibility exams” in a locked room. Vaginal exams that could be normal, but you start thrusting fingers and the animation actually shows her trying to keep her dignity and failing. It’s not subtle. It doesn’t pretend to be. One moment you’re picking which student to prioritize in your daily schedule, trying to balance research and reputation, the next moment you’re buried between the legs of some top-ranked witch who swears she will curse you if you stop. The tone jumps all over the place and somehow that makes it hotter, like you’re always one step from ruining the academy completely and you kind of want to.

Rei’s the kind of guy you swipe past in real life. Dead eyes, tired voice, running a shitty pawnshop in a part of town that smells like stale cigarettes and cheap cologne. The game throws you straight into his head, and it’s not heroic at all, which I kinda loved. He’s not a “nice guy secretly,” he’s just worn down, a little selfish, a little pervy, but still not trash enough to leave a pretty rich girl on the street to get grabbed again. Akari shows up in his life like a lost luxury item someone forgot to pick up. She’s all soft curves, expensive taste still leaking through her body language, tits that obviously don’t belong in a cramped pawnshop backroom. The first time you see her trying to sit prim and proper on this busted old sofa while her button-up shirt strains over her chest, it feels wrong in a fun way. She’s supposed to be untouchable, and the whole game is about how fast that “proper heiress” vibe rots once money and safety disappear.

The dirty part is not only the sex scenes, it’s how the game makes you slowly cross the line with her. You’re choosing how much you lean into being a creep. There’s this early moment when she’s exhausted, half-asleep after a bath, sitting in a towel. You can just let her rest or you can “adjust” the towel and your hand lingers way too long on her thigh. The camera angle makes you stare at the gap between her legs, the soft inner skin, the way she tenses but doesn’t pull away. She just looks at you with this mix of shame and need because she literally has nowhere else to go. That’s the vibe. You’re not forcing her screaming and scratching, but you’re 100% using her situation, testing how much harassment she’ll swallow to keep her new “home.” And what fucked me up a bit is how sometimes she starts to respond. You grope her “by accident” in the cramped kitchen, and by the third time, she doesn’t flinch, she just bites her lip. The voice acting sells it hard, those shaky breaths when you squeeze her tits from behind and she tries to scold you while her moan cracks in the middle. It feels like she’s slowly learning that her body is the only real currency left, and you’re the first investor.

Then there’s Ryuichi, the rich shark who decides he wants her like a status symbol and a toy at the same time. The netorare angle hits when you start getting scenes that feel like parallel worlds. In one path, you keep Akari close, corrupt her at your pace, those quiet scenes of her riding you in the dark, whispering that she doesn’t care about her old life anymore. In another, your choices fuck up and suddenly you’re standing in front of your phone screen in-game, looking at a video he sent you, where Akari is in some luxury suite, her perfect tits spilling out of a tight dress, his hand sliding up her thigh while she forces this polite smile. Later it gets worse. There’s a scene where she’s on his lap, legs spread, panties pushed aside, her voice shaking as she begs him to stop, but her hips keep grinding down on him anyway. The audio is brutal there, that mix of disgust and helpless arousal. She calls out your name once while he’s finger fucking her, and he laughs and pushes deeper, telling her nobody will believe she “didn’t want it” when she’s dripping all over his hand. You don’t even see Rei in that scene, just his mental absence, which somehow made it hotter and more wrong for me. You feel like a ghost watching your “girl” become his favorite toy, and it scratches that twisted itch of losing something you never truly owned. The multiple endings twist all that into different flavors of fucked up, some where you break her first, some where he does, some where she learns to enjoy being passed around like collateral. It’s messy, ugly, erotic as hell, and weirdly honest about how power, money and a pair of big tits can rewrite a person’s whole personality.

There is this lonely lake house, and the game just throws you inside it with this guy and his brother’s fiancée, and everything feels a little wrong from the first minute. Not in the cheap “boo” way, more like the air is too quiet, the water outside looks too still, and you feel like if you touch the glass you’ll feel something breathe back. I kept thinking about how I’d build a routine on that long wooden pier, the kind where I walk out slowly, heels clicking, fog on the water behind me, and then I just drop the coat and let the silence watch me grind. The game has that same feeling, like the world around them is staring while they do things they really shouldn’t. She walks around in these soft clothes that hang on her big tits and huge ass in a way that says “I’m comfortable” but also “I know you’re looking,” and the camera really loves her curves. Sometimes too much. There’s this shot in the kitchen where she leans over the counter and I swear the whole scene might as well be about her ass only, like the rest of the house stopped existing.

The story pretends to be all about survival, virus, quarantine, blah blah, but the reason I kept clicking was that slow teasing between those two. You see them try to be polite, to keep distance, then the eye contact lingers one second longer than normal, then the accidental brush of bodies, him going to the bathroom and hearing her masturbating inside, trying to control his breathing while she’s quietly moaning and thinking no one hears. That scene hit me hard, because I could picture a routine where I’m behind a thin curtain, only silhouette, hand between my legs, the audience just hearing breath and little wet sounds, never seeing everything until the very end. The game does that with the paranormal stuff too. It doesn’t jump in your face. You get these tiny glitches in reality, something wrong in the lake reflection, a shadow behind a window that should be empty, and by the time you get to the more explicit sex, your brain is already trained to expect something moving in the background. The animated bits go from sensual to almost nasty in a good way, like when she finally rides him and you see her tits bounce heavy and natural, but the light from the lake looks slightly sick, like the water is jealous and watching them fuck.

I liked that it’s basically a straight line story, no choices, no going back, just “you are this horny idiot, deal with it,” even if sometimes it feels a bit like watching a really long TikTok playlist instead of a game. There was one moment where he’s outside at night, flashlight shaking, hearing something in the trees, and all I could think of was how I’d dance with that flashlight in my mouth, body covered in oily sweat, pretending the dark wants to swallow me whole. Then you cut from that to a quiet morning coffee scene and her nipples poking through a thin top and it almost breaks the mood in a clumsy way, like the game forgot it was trying to be horror for a second. But when the lake finally shows its teeth, and they are forced to touch and hold each other for comfort that is absolutely not just comfort, it hits. The cheating angle is dirty as hell, because it never really tries to justify itself. She is scared, he is scared, and fear turns into arousal, then into full vaginal sex on that couch while something unseen scratches on the window. It made me want to do a number where the music keeps cutting out, like something is wrong with the speakers, while I grind on a chair as if I’m fucking a ghost that no one else can see. The only thing that really annoyed me is his stupid walk cycle in a couple scenes, he looks like he is always about to trip over his own dick, and for some reason that distracted me every time. But the mix of house intimacy, lake horror, and that slow, filthy teasing that bursts into raw, wet, animated sex, yeah, that stuck under my skin in a way I wasn’t really ready for.

Rob is the kind of main guy who already feels cursed before the story even starts, and the game leans into that in a way that kinda tickled the little eldritch goblin in my brain. He’s this broke college kid, forgotten by his own parents like some unwanted relic in the attic, while his sister is treated like the golden idol in the house. Nothing supernatural on screen yet, but the family vibes feel wrong in a way I usually only get from old horror books where no one says the quiet part out loud. You can feel something rotten behind that “strange event” with the parents, like an old cult ritual gone bad or a deal with something that doesn’t care about humans at all. Then he goes to a poker game, which sounds boring, right? It’s not. That table might as well be a summoning circle, because from that moment the whole thing starts slipping out of normal reality into this twisted mix of sex, crime, and violence that feels like a god with eight mouths is laughing just off screen.

The erotic stuff doesn’t pretend to be healthy or pure. Sex here is raw, rough, and often tangled in fear and power games. One scene sticks with me: Rob is in this cheap, dim room with a girl who’s supposed to be just a “contact” for his little criminal step up. Conversation goes nowhere, nerves are high, and instead of some slow, tender buildup, it just snaps into a hungry kind of fucking that feels like both of them are using each other as a way not to think about how close to death they are. Her eyes roll back, tongue out in that over-the-top ahegao way, but it doesn’t feel goofy, it feels like she’s losing a piece of herself to whatever dark mess Rob is dragging behind him. Another time he’s in the middle of an investigation, blood on the floor, body still warm, and he ends up getting his cock sucked in the next room like the violence just opened a door inside him and now everything is leaking out. It’s wrong in a very deliberate way, like the game is asking “you still jerking off to this?” while it keeps pushing more. And yeah, I still did.

What really hooked me is how the sexy moments and the cruel ones keep melting into each other. One minute you’re flirting, pulling a girl closer, her lips on you, her hand guiding you in, and the next you’re dealing with torture, murder, talk of ***, this heavy criminal underworld that doesn’t respect life at all. It’s like watching a ritual where blood and cum are treated as the same offering. Harem vibes grow slowly around Rob, too, but not as some nice power fantasy. It feels more like he’s accidentally building a cult around his broken life, women orbiting him for all the wrong reasons, some of them wet and giggling, some half-broken, some clearly dangerous. The animated scenes hit hard enough, sometimes a bit clunky, sure, but the impact is there: thighs shaking, mouths stretched around him, bodies tied to dark choices he made earlier. I wish the investigation parts had a bit more brain to them, sometimes they just feel like clicking through until you get to the next sex or mutilated corpse, and there’s this one sound effect that keeps repeating and drove me nuts, but in a weird way that roughness makes it feel more like some cursed underground thing you found by accident rather than polished porn. It’s not realistic at all, and that’s honestly what I liked: everything feels like the city itself is a hungry thing watching Rob fuck and kill his way deeper into a story that’s only pretending to be about a poor student.