It’s weird how this game keeps slipping between being horny and being kinda sad. Like one moment you’re scavenging a half-broken supermarket for canned beans, and the next you’re watching Tiffany bend over in that torn tank top, and you *know* the camera’s doing it on purpose. I thought it’d be just another zombie clicker thing, but then it starts poking at your nerves. You play as Mark, but you’re not really him, because half the time you’re watching what happens when he’s gone. It’s uncomfortable but also… hot? I don’t know. The animations are surprisingly smooth, not glossy, more like something someone obsessed over too long in a dark room. Her skin looks sticky in the flashlight. The moans sound too close, like she’s right next to your ear, whispering something you shouldn’t hear.

I wasn’t expecting the teasing parts to be so drawn out. There’s this bit where Alex “accidentally” touches her thigh, and you can tell she notices but pretends not to. Then later, the game just lets you wander around while that tension sits there, heavy. I thought I’d hate the sandbox thing, but it actually makes it worse - like you’re the one choosing to look away or not. The monsters outside barely matter after a while; they just groan in the background, a reminder that everything’s falling apart while something even messier happens inside. There’s a scene with oral that I didn’t think would hit me, but it’s messy and awkward and somehow more real than most. I wish the sound balance wasn’t so off though, the wet noises drown out the dialogue sometimes. Maybe that’s on purpose.

It’s not pretty, but that’s what makes it stick. The game doesn’t care if you feel guilty. It kind of wants you to. I kept thinking I’d stop after one more scene, but then I’d catch a glimpse of Tiffany walking past a broken window, the light hitting her skin just right, and I’d forget whatever I was supposed to be doing.

Guy sees one weird ad on his phone, taps it like an idiot, and suddenly his whole life is tits, rules, and women who talk to him like he’s a toy they bought on Amazon. That’s pretty much the vibe of Femdom Academy. It feels like one of those shady mobile apps that tries to flirt with you in push notifications, except this time the flirting turns into a full school system built around you being the rare guy in a country full of horny, bossy women who think “consent form” is just a warm up. The setting is this strict academy where you’re the male transfer student, and every hallway is a trap. You’re staring up at teachers with big tits pressed against the desk, classmates who pretend to be sweet girls but tighten the metaphorical collar the second you say something stupid, and prefect-types who show up after classes to check if you did your “obedience homework”. Half the time you’re trying to be smooth and spit some pickup line like you’re on Bumble, half the time you’re on your knees wondering how the hell a math quiz turned into a blowjob test with a vibrator involved.

What I liked a lot is how the game actually lets you mess up your “game”. You try to be charming, throw out a line you’d use on Tinder, and instead of a cheesy romance answer you get a sharp smile and, boom, she’s pushing your head right into her thigh and telling you exactly how you’re going to make up for that cheesy shit. There’s this scene in a study room, for example, where you can try to compliment a girl’s ass in a cocky way. If you aim it right, she leans back in her chair, spreads her legs slow, pulls a toy from her bag like it’s just a pen, and starts teasing herself while making you watch. If you aim it wrong, she calls over another girl, they both sit on your face one after the other and keep talking about your “presentation skills” like it’s a normal group project. The whole POV thing hits harder here because the camera keeps you low, looking up at their thighs, their hands in your hair, drool and lipstick and that slight cruel smile when they know they’ve got you. There’s a lesbian angle running in the background too, some girls playing with each other while using you as furniture, and you catch tiny glimpses of jealousy or softness when they think you’re not looking. But every time you think “oh, she’s actually nice”, she tightens a collar, grabs your chin and makes you hold eye contact while she uses a vibrator on you until your legs shake. It’s rough, a bit crazy, sometimes emotional in a weird way, and very obviously about you being the rare dick in a world of confident women who want everything from handjobs in the locker room to full-on group scenes in the dorm, on their terms, at their pace, with your role locked in as the willing, horny, slightly overwhelmed toy who keeps coming back for more.

Everything looks kind of cheap at first glance, and that’s honestly part of the charm here. You’re this dude who thinks he’s just getting a boring new life, but instead you’re stuck in a tiny place with Ember, your stepsis who talks like she wants to kill you and fuck you at the same time. She’s got that “I’m annoyed at you” face while walking around in shorts that absolutely do not fit the idea of a healthy sibling relationship. The banter hits fast. One minute she’s calling you useless, next minute she’s leaning over you to grab a mug, tits pressing into your shoulder like it’s nothing, and the camera lingers just a bit too long. The AI art makes her expressions kind of uncanny if you stare too hard, like there’s something crawling under her skin, but that actually fits. She looks a little too perfect, like a horny goddess generated by a machine that has seen too much porn and not enough real people. I like it. I hate it. It works.

Then you go to your new job at the model agency, and everything goes from “awkward home porn setup” to “okay, which of these women is going to ruin my soul first.” You’re hired as some systems engineer, but nobody actually cares about your code. Half the time you’re stuck in the office with a busty manager bending over your desk, the other half you’re talking to models with asses so round they look like someone just pulled them out of an image generator with the sliders broken. There’s this one moment early on where you’re checking security footage for clues about the missing model, Mara, and instead of focusing on, you know, the crime, you pause the video because she’s walking past the camera and her tits bounce in this weird but hypnotic way. Like gravity got confused. The scene keeps going, with you pretending to analyze data while the dialogue is basically flirting with doom. It’s very “yeah, I’m trying to solve a mystery, but also I’m extremely hard right now.” By the way, the font on one of the menus is ugly as shit and nobody will care except me, and it annoyed me so much I kept noticing it in every choice popup.

The mystery part sneaks in under the dirty jokes. You’re laughing at Ember calling you a perv, then later you look at a picture of Mara and something is just off in the lighting, like the AI forgot how eyes should reflect light, and suddenly the scene feels cursed. There’s a bit where you’re alone in the office at night, scrolling through model portfolios, and it hits that exact weird mix: half boner, half dread. You open Mara’s profile and it’s all perfectly shaped milf types and big-ass centerfold shots, but then one close-up looks different, wrong, like her smile is stretched by a hand you can’t see. It reminded me of those creepy hentai edits where a normal face suddenly goes full ahegao except here it never fully goes there, it just hovers at the edge. The humor never really stops either; somebody makes a dumb pun while you’re poking around what might be evidence of a crime. It shouldn’t be funny, but it is, and that broken tone actually keeps it interesting. The game basically feels like an eldritch dating sim written by someone who jacks off to big tits and also reads horror threads at 4chan at the same time. Honestly, the sex vibes are more constant than the horror, yet that quiet feeling that something is watching from behind the pretty AI curves never goes away.

Galaxies are dead quiet until somebody tries to blow you up in your own shitty space apartment. That is basically how this thing kicks off. One second your biggest problem is overdue space-rent and a fridge with one sad noodle box, next second the whole building goes up, alarms screaming, and you are crawling out of burning junk with some assassin still trying to finish the job. It feels chaotic in a fun way, not like “cinematic masterpiece,” more like “holy shit what just happened, also I kind of have a boner.” And then your partner is gone. Not dead, not clearly kidnapped, just missing, and everyone you ask acts like they absolutely know something but would rather jerk you off with sandpaper than tell you straight. The vibe is very “galactic conspiracy but also everyone is horny and kind of an idiot.” I liked it. I also hated how often I paused because some girl moaned in my headphones while I was in line at Starbucks, but that’s on me, not the dev.

Sex scenes are where it really stops pretending to be serious. One minute you are arguing with some merc chick over who screwed up the contract, next minute she has you pinned in the cargo bay, riding you slow while still half in armor, visor thrown off, voice actress just going for it. The animations are not perfect, you can see some janky loops sometimes, but honestly the slightly rough look makes it hotter. There is a blowjob in a cramped shuttle cockpit where she keeps glancing up to the starfield while your character is trying to keep the ship steady and failing badly. I had to grip my phone like it was going to escape. Handjobs pop up a lot too, not lazy ones, more like those teasing “I know you have questions about the missing partner but let me stroke you until you forget what you were asking” scenes. And they work. Too well. One dancer in a space-club drags your hands to her ass, gives you a lazy handjob through your pants, and you can choose to be a half-decent human or just pull her into the private room and go fully vaginal, legs around your waist, heels scraping your back. I absolutely went for the worst option. Twice.

What surprised me was how they play the more fucked up stuff next to the comedy. There is this ambush on a derelict station where enemies actually die ugly, blood on bulkheads, one guy basically torn open by some drone, and right after that you end up hiding out in a filthy maintenance room with a sarcastic engineer girl who is still covered in someone else’s blood while she casually jerks you off to “calm you down.” The contrast feels wrong in a good way. The game keeps dropping jokes in the middle of serious scenes, like the main dude cracks some stupid one-liner while he is literally balls deep in an alien officer, her boots pressed to his chest so it lowkey turns into a footjob halfway through. She keeps gasping in this clipped, aristocratic accent, trying to stay in control while he smacks into her harder and harder. Fully voiced, too, so your volume slider will become your best friend if you live with thin walls. The harem angle sneaks up on you, suddenly you realize you have a cynical pilot who likes oral in the cockpit, a shy scientist who lets you fuck her on a lab counter between data scans, and that one crazy assassin girl who uses her feet on your cock first, then sits down on it like it owes her money. And all the while the big mystery of “what happened to Earth” and “where the hell is my partner” is dangling there, but honestly half the time I forgot to care because someone was already on their knees, tongue out, ready to make me forget the plot again. In a good way. Mostly.