You sit in this fake corporate hell called GoonGram, eyes fried, wrist tired, brain half-melted, and somehow it still feels kinda cozy. Your job is trash sorting: click through endless clips, decide what’s SFW, what’s NSFW, what’s obviously cooked by an AI that saw one porn gif and said “yeah I can do that”. Every click gives you a few coins, every wrong tag slaps you on the wrist, and every time some cursed AI tiddy monstrosity shows up, you start wondering if you should be getting hazard pay. It’s like working content review at TikTok, but instead of depression and burnout you get money to spend on escorts with ridiculous curves and zero shame about literally anything. Half the time I was more focused on not misclicking than on the actual tits bouncing in front of me, which is kind of impressive, kind of sad, and also weirdly hot when the timer is ticking down and you’re trying to decide “is that nipple or just unlucky shadow”.

Then all the cash you grind goes into the real “game”. You take that dirty salary and blow it on girls who are so obviously based on real models that you can almost hear their OnlyFans notification ping in your head. They’re animated just enough to feel alive, like that uncanny moment when a porn gif loops slightly off and your brain can’t look away. You book them, manage your budget, juggle who to see, what fetish to push, who’s better for anal, who’s better for slow teasing that drags you out longer than any edging app on your phone ever did. Some of them like to start with lazy handjobs, all eye contact and smug little smirk, like they know you wasted half the shift mislabeling videos because you were thinking about them. Clothes peel off piece by piece, stripping not just for you but for whatever sick stats bar in your head is tracking “blue balls vs satisfaction”. In group scenes, the camera hops around while bodies pile up, thighs and big asses overlapping in a mess that feels more like you lost control of the situation than like a planned fantasy. I loved how chaotic it gets and also kinda hated it because I wanted one more click on that ahegao close up and the scene already moved on. The puzzle and minigame bits sneak in at the weirdest times, little matching challenges or timing clicks just when she clenches around you, like some horny version of Candy Crush glued onto a porn hub tab. Nothing here is really subtle, everything is openly erotic in a stupid, grinning way, and yet the sandbox structure lets you wander, waste time, manage your coins badly, chase that one girl again, and blame “AI detection stress” when you blow your load too fast.

This one starts with something way too real: a broke single mom, bills stacked, fridge kind of sad, kid asleep in the next room while she scrolls through job listings that all pay like shit. Not a fantasy princess or magic academy girl. Just a tired woman in a crappy apartment who still has a crazy nice body that the world keeps noticing no matter how much she tries to just exist. The game throws you into her routine and then slowly twists it, lets you push her from “I’ll do anything for my child” into “I’ll do anything, period” and watches how far that sentence stretches.

You’re not just clicking through scenes. There’s this management layer that sneaks up on you. Money in, money out. Rent breathing over your neck, some landlord who starts off pretending to be helpful, coworkers who side-eye her cleavage but also invite her for “extra shifts” that clearly aren’t in the contract. Schedule her days, choose where she works, who she talks to, when she gives in and when she still tries to keep some kind of line. One night you send her to a normal job where she just grinds and comes home exhausted, the next you decide the cash from a private “massage” in a shady place might be worth that guilt. And yeah, that guilt is a thing. She’ll touch herself in the shower after doing something filthy and the game lets you sit in that mix of shame and hunger, not just show a quick porn shot and move on.

Scenes aren’t just like “click, sex, done” either. They build. First it’s harmless flirting at work, some guy watching her bend over, her pretending not to see while the player definitely sees. Then little favors. A hand job for a little bonus. Letting a customer grope her tits under the table to keep her job. Later it turns into real prostitution, hotel rooms, cars, repeated clients, the ones who want her to suck them raw while she’s still half in her office clothes. Group scenes show up when you think you’re just doing “a special event” for more cash and suddenly she’s surrounded, on her knees, getting used like she’s some regular porn actress and not a scared mom who used to just serve coffee. Some runs I played her as someone who sheepishly accepts it, face red, eyes avoiding contact while a guy pushes his cock in her mouth. Other times I steered her into that moment where she leans into it, ass pushed back, moaning louder than she needs to because something inside her snapped and turned into this horny little demon that likes being watched and filled.

The corruption is not instant. That’s the thing that stuck with me. At the start, she masturbates quietly in bed, phone in hand, scrolling some tame stuff, then guiltily locks the screen and rolls over. Later, she’s using the same bed to ride some stranger who booked her for an hour, boobs bouncing, sweat on her back, and you can choose if she fakes it or actually chases the orgasm for herself. Sex acts go from awkward first blowjob where she clearly doesn’t know how to take it deep, to sloppy face-fucking where her mascara is ruined and she’s gagging around the shaft, spit all over her chin, maybe even taking two guys if you pushed her too far down that path. The animation style really sells it when her huge tits move with every thrust, or when her big ass jiggles while she gets pounded from behind, hands pressed on a dirty table that was probably meant for paperwork not anal-adjacent activity. Kind of wild to see a “mom” character used like that, especially when the writing sometimes reminds you she still has to prepare breakfast the next morning like nothing happened.

Cheating stuff comes in more quietly. There’s this sense she should be loyal to some idea of “good woman” even if she’s not officially tied to anyone. Depending on choices you can lead her into relationships she then completely trashes by sucking off a boss in his office or letting a client cum inside her without protection because he paid a little extra. The game doesn’t preach. It just throws you that moment when she’s riding another man’s dick and thinks “I shouldn’t be doing this” right as she orgasms harder than she ever did in her safe, normal sex. That tension hits weirdly hard. Group sex nights where three or four guys use her in different positions, or a rough session where she ends up with cum on her face, tits and ass at the same time, are almost treated like just another job on her schedule. Finish, wipe off, count the money. Then go to the store and buy groceries like nothing.

Kind of funny how the most stressful thing for me was not the gangbang, but clicking through her budget screen and realizing I messed up and now she needs to do something nastier to stay afloat. Feels like the game looks at you and goes “you did this” while also handing you another scene where she swallows a load she didn’t want to. I hate that sometimes the text box covers up part of the action and I keep moving it around like a clown and forget what stat I was tracking. Never got used to that. Still, there’s something very raw in watching this woman go from shy to completely broken open, using her mouth, her pussy, her ass, touching herself between clients because once you open that door, the lust doesn’t really go away. She can be a whore, a victim, a secret nympho, a half-functional worker who only makes it through the week by grinding both on the job and on guys’ laps. Depends on your choices, or maybe just your mood when you click.

Lily starts as that kind of girl you scroll past on Instagram and think, yeah, cute, but she probably just posts coffee and lecture notes. Then the game opens and she is literally staring at the OnlyPorn sign-up page, and you feel that little itch like, ok, this is going to escalate fast. It’s not a slow burn at all, which I liked and also kind of hated, because the first time she records herself playing with a toy, I hadn’t even finished messing with stats and suddenly I’m in POV view of her fingers between her thighs and the first creampie talk shows up like it’s totally normal. The game treats her “career change” the way idle clickers treat gold income: numbers going up, clothes going down. You juggle her energy, horniness and whatever social meter they call it, keep booking shoots or one-on-one fan meets, and everything spirals. One day she’s testing a basic dildo on cam, next run you’re lining up a group shoot where she’s on all fours, tits bouncing, one guy in her ass, one in her pussy, and someone else is just using her mouth like a free toy. There’s no big speech about her losing innocence, it’s more like, “Oh, look, your blowjob skill leveled, congrats, now people will pay more to watch her swallow.”

What I liked a lot is how the routes sort of feel like male love interests without the “love” part. You get the rich suit who treats her like a high-end escort and wants elegant hotel bondage and footjobs under the table while his friends pretend not to watch. There’s the gym guy, all muscles and zero brain cells, who mostly exists to pick her up and fuck her against mirrors, cum dripping down her thighs while she laughs like she didn’t almost fall. There is one soft boy who starts as a virgin fan, and that route hurts in a sexy way, because you’re basically training him while corrupting her, using POV scenes where she guides his hand on her boob, then suddenly she’s riding him and he’s whining he’s gonna cum too fast, and you have that tiny otome brain cell screaming “protect him” while the game just gives you a “humiliate” option. And yeah, I clicked it. And yeah, it was hot when she called him her “practice toy” while milking him for the third time. The lesbian bits sneak in too, like side content, but some of the best teasing is there: Lily grinding against another camgirl on a couch, both of them topless, hands sliding to places the camera “accidentally” catches. There’s a voyeurism angle with streaming where you schedule public stuff, like flashing in a changing room or masturbating in front of a window, and chat explodes, and of course the game rewards you for being a shameless exhibitionist. The management part is simple on paper, but I kept restarting runs because I wanted different kinks to show up: one cycle I focused on domination perks and suddenly she’s pinning guys down, using their faces, making them jerk off while she barely touches them, spitting casual insults like it’s her native language. Another run I went more submissive and you get scenes where she’s collared, used by multiple men, her ass reddened, cum dripping from both holes while the game treats it as “good performance.” Some dream scenes try to push it further with weird futa teasing and soft NTR vibes, but they stay optional, and I actually forgot to turn off one kink in the settings and got a pegging surprise that made me pause for a second and then just shrug and keep going. Still annoyed I cannot change her haircut, by the way. No reason, it just bothers me every time I open the wardrobe menu and see it stuck like that. Anyway, the animations are surprisingly expressive, tits have actual weight, the way she arches when she orgasms feels more like a person than a loop, and hearing the little breathy whimpers layered over wet sound effects while the money counter ticks up is the sort of trashy satisfaction that had me telling myself “one more day” and then grinding a full new cycle because I wanted to see what happens when her corruption hits max and she starts suggesting group sex ideas before the fans even ask.

You start as this poor bastard trying to get a job at Chimera Corp, and the “job interview” is basically you poking at a digital girl until she turns into exactly the kind of slutty little toy the company wants. It looks all corporate and clean at the start, like some boring HR training module, then you realize the whole thing is just an excuse to mess with a test subject’s body, brain, and personality in the most fucked up sci‑fi way possible. You don’t move a character on a map or anything, you sit in front of a fake company interface and tweak stats, pick sub-options, and watch your test girl go from regular office chick to whatever flavor of corrupted meat puppet you’re in the mood for. That could be a wide‑eyed innocent with slightly fuller lips and bigger tits who just “kind of likes” sucking cock now, or a full-on lactating breeding cow with a fat ass, ahegao face, and a contract to do double anal for company publicity material. The more you play with the sliders and categories, the more you start to feel a bit like a mad scientist who found a porn hub hidden inside Excel.

What sells it is how reactive everything feels. Tiny changes to “obedience” or “sexuality” don’t just show up as a number, they twist her whole vibe. One run you nudge her toward prostitution training and suddenly the feedback text starts describing her as eager to take on more clients, offering anal and titfucks to upsell, drooling about group sessions and bukkake “for the brand.” Pick more hardcore path and now she’s a mind‑broken BDSM pet, calling herself company property, begging to be branded and collared, talking like she lives to be spitroasted by management. Push transformation and body mods and you get big tits, big ass, different outfits, different hair, different speech patterns, sometimes a total change of identity, newly chosen name included, like she forgot she ever was a person and not a slave template. There are lots of little puzzle moments too, where you try to hit a specific combination: the right mix of obedience, skill, and depravity to unlock a certain type of ending. Some leads you to a loyal office whore who handles private “meetings” and HR blackmail, other ones spit out a gangbang-ready cum dump that the company loans to entire teams as stress relief. And yeah, budget limits mean you cannot just max everything, you gotta pick if you want her to be an anal specialist, an oral goddess, or the perfect multi‑penetration toy that passes internal QA.

The art is AI generated but it actually works for this weird corporate-sci‑fi vibe, like you are browsing some shady internal database of test subjects that were never meant to see daylight. You keep clicking and thinking “okay, that’s enough” and then you stumble on a variation where she has milk dripping from huge tits, mascara running, mouth open in a ruined ahegao while the report calmly talks about her “improved productivity in group sex environments” and suddenly you are doing another playthrough. The writing leans hard into male domination and control, but it has that slightly fucked up humor where the system describes her as a “valuable asset for customer engagement” while she is basically a programmable anal slave who loves creampies and toys rammed everywhere. There is management logic behind everything too, which is funny: the game scores you not on how “nice” you are, but how profitable your personal fuckdoll is, how many holes she can keep busy, how marketable her new look is. It is short, yeah, and sometimes a stat change gives you a result you did not expect and you sit there swearing at the monitor because she lost the perfect big ass combo you just had, but then you restart and make a slightly different monster, a little more obedient, a little more corrupted, and you kind of forget you were annoyed five minutes ago.

I didn’t expect a game about running Leblanc again to make me feel this weird mix of nostalgia and filthy excitement, but here we are. You’re back behind that tiny counter, coffee grinder humming like it’s pretending not to hear the moans from upstairs. The girls drift in one by one - older now, sharper around the edges - and there’s something so painfully intimate in how they talk to you, like every conversation could end in an argument or a kiss. The writing isn’t afraid of silence either; some dialogues just sit there, uncomfortable, until someone says something foolish and suddenly clothes start coming off. It’s both tender and obscene. I kinda hate that I love it.

The management part doesn’t even pretend to be realistic. You wipe tables, brew coffee, flirt, rinse, repeat - but then out of nowhere she’s leaning over the counter and whispering something that makes your hand slip on the mug handle. That small animation? Pure evil. Like it knows exactly what kind of attention you’re giving the screen. The sandbox structure helps though; it gives you space to do nothing, which somehow makes the sexy moments hit harder. There’s this little sound effect when affection goes up, a soft chime, and I swear it’s addictive like a dopamine drip. I wish the CG scenes weren’t locked behind such arbitrary stat checks, but maybe that’s part of the charm: earning indulgence through tedium. Or maybe I’m just rationalizing my own thirst.

There’s one night where everything slows down - no hints, no grinding, just her voice low and rough, saying things that almost sound like apologies. That single scene made the whole thing click for me. The lewdness stops being just porn and turns into something strangely personal, almost pathetic in its honesty. I don’t know if that was on purpose, probably not, but it worked. Play it like you’d sip cold coffee after closing time - half bitter, half sweet, all wrong. Don’t rush anything. Let it wreck your pacing.

You come back from war all hyped for glory and instead you get this drafty old mansion, a weird title, and a wife who looks like she hugs knives for stress relief. Aeris smiles like she loves you, but every time you pick a dialogue option you’re low-key checking if she’s plotting your funeral or your orgasm. Half the game you’re sitting in this dim room, talking about politics and money and who’s going to screw who over, and then suddenly you’re on your knees between her legs, or she’s on hers, and the camera just goes full “yeah, this is why you’re here, admit it”. It’s like Crusader Kings opened a Pornhub tab and forgot to close it.

The mansion itself feels like a horny ant farm. There’s this servant, Yssa, and she is absolutely not normal. Sometimes she’s obedient and soft and totally in “yes, my lord” mode, and sometimes, if you let her get away with little things, she starts testing how far she can push you. One playthrough I treated her like property, pure “I’m the master, you’re the toy” energy, and the way the scenes shifted into rougher, more corrupt vibes was actually kind of scary hot. Another time I tried to be nice, share power, ask her opinions, and she slowly slid into this quiet, manipulative dom energy, like she was petting the leash around my neck but pretending she wasn’t holding it. The game never shouts “CORRUPTION ROUTE” in your face, but you feel it every time you confirm a choice and the next sex scene lingers a bit longer on who is actually in control. The POV angles during oral are wild too, by the way. Not overblown, just that slow, close-up rhythm where her lips shine and you can see her eyes looking up, and yeah, I had to pause one time because I forgot there was even a plot.

What got me hooked isn’t the amount of sex, because honestly it’s not a nonstop fuckfest. Scenes are spaced out, they tease you hard, you’ll go several decisions in a row just managing gold, alliances, council idiots and who eats at whose table. But when a scene finally triggers, the animation hits like you just unlocked a rare drop in Genshin. I had this moment where Aeris, who I’d been treating as an equal partner, suddenly went hard dom on me in bed, pinning my wrists and riding me like she’d been waiting the whole game, and the dialogue was still in that political tone but twisted into bedroom power talk. Another run, I flipped it and made her into more of a submissive trophy wife, and the exact same room turned into this private stage where I made her kneel beside the bed and take me in her mouth while Yssa “just happened” to walk in. The tension there, with Yssa pretending to be scandalized but not leaving, kind of broke my brain in a good way. Only thing that annoyed me is that sometimes the choice that looks like it will lead to a scene just gives you more council talk instead, and I was sitting there like “I did the mental gymnastics, give me the blowjob, not another debate about trade routes.” But then eventually the game does pay you back with this slow, animated vaginal scene where hips are moving, bodies are grinding, and all that political bullshit suddenly feels like foreplay that took way too long but somehow worked. I still hate that one small UI delay on some menus though. Never getting over that.

Luciene feels like that hot neighbor you always see through the window on a lazy Sunday, except this time you’re the one stuck inside her house and the walls are a bit too thin and nobody here respects privacy at all. She’s in her early 40s, body that screams “I go to yoga but I also drink wine in the bath,” huge tits, big soft ass that jiggles when she walks from the kitchen to the living room. The game just throws you into her daily life like “yeah, you’re her now, enjoy,” and suddenly every normal thing turns horny as fuck. You’re taking a long shower, thinking about nothing, and then there’s that tiny sound outside the bathroom door, or a shadow moving. Is someone watching? Are you secretly loving it? Do you spread your legs a little wider, just in case there’s an eye in the keyhole? I caught myself dragging time in the bathroom on purpose, stroking her pussy slowly, watching the animation loop, waiting to see if something different would trigger. Sometimes nothing happens and you feel dumb, sometimes one of the “kids” walks down the hall and you get that little rush in your chest like you got caught jerking off with your phone brightness too high.

It’s that kind of slow corruption that feels like water dripping in your head. At first Luciene is just doing chores, folding clothes, vacuuming, sunbathing in that tiny swimsuit that is 100% not made for a woman with that kind of ass, and the camera lingers in all the wrong places. You open the management screen to plan her day, like “ok, today she’ll do some yoga, maybe cook, maybe check her phone,” and it looks so innocent, but you’re actually setting up who can see her and how far you can push her. You want her to stay a good woman, right? Nah, you start testing things. No bra under the shirt. Shorter shorts to clean the living room. Let her bend over in front of someone “by accident.” Then you check her status and see she’s getting more comfortable with being watched, more turned on when she knows someone could be there. It’s like you’re training her to become addicted to eyes on her skin. And yeah, sometimes the game is a bit slow and you’re just wandering around the house like an idiot, clicking the same room three times because you’re sure you missed a jerk-off scene or some voyeur trigger, but that makes the dirty stuff hit harder when it finally shows up. One time I sent her to sunbathe and just left it looping while I scrolled Twitter, came back, and some tentacle monster thing from the pool event chain had grabbed her, wrapping around those thick thighs, sliding between her legs while she’s half pretending to fight it and half grinding on it, and I was like “ok I did not plan this but I’m not pressing skip.” The way she goes from “what the hell” to “fuck, don’t stop” in her expressions feels really good, even if sometimes the animations repeat a bit too much and you start noticing little details instead of the big picture. Like the way her fingers twitch when she gives a handjob, or how her nipples stay hard after a scene even in totally normal locations, like she’s walking around the kitchen after getting tentacle fucked and you just know she’s wet under that dress and nobody else in the room has any clue. Or maybe they do. That’s the part that keeps messing with my head, the constant feeling that everyone is watching everyone and pretending they’re not.

What makes it hit for me is that it never treats Luciene like some clueless puppet. Even when she’s a virgin about certain kinks, she feels like a grown woman choosing to lean into it, teasing on purpose. She’ll “accidentally” leave a door cracked open while touching herself on the bed, hips rolling slow, glancing toward the hallway like she wants a silhouette to show up. You’re the one deciding how many of those moments happen in a day, like some obsessive freak micromanaging her descent. It scratches that yandere part of my brain where I want to control everything she feels, every dick she touches, every monster she lets inside her, but also I get weirdly jealous if I push her too far. I sent her to help one of the guys with something in his room, and it escalated into this intense teasing scene, her sitting on his lap, pressing that huge ass down, stroking him through his pants with this smug look, and I actually caught myself thinking “ok, maybe that’s enough, he doesn’t get more than this.” Which is stupid, because I’m the one clicking all the horny choices. It’s like the game turns you into both the protective owner and the person corrupting her at the same time. And because it runs on the phone too, it’s way too easy to open it on the bus “just to check the schedule” and then suddenly Luciene is in the garden, topless, pretending she needs sun on her nipples for “health,” while some monster lurks on the edge of the property and the house is full of people who might walk past the window at any second. I was sitting there with my screen tilted down like a criminal, watching her masturbate on the lounge chair, fingers circling slow, her face flushed, knowing there’s a non-zero chance someone is watching her from inside the house and she’s getting off on that idea. Honestly it feels less like a normal porn game and more like you’re building your own little pervert ecosystem, where every path leads to someone getting corrupted and exposed and used, and you’re smiling about it because you’re the one who planned the whole day.

Daybreak Nightbreak feels like somebody mashed together a horny Mass Effect, a janky management sim and a corruption hentai manga they hid under the mattress. The city of Chios looks normal at first, just your standard modern place where rent is too high and people pretend to be fine, and then you realise there is a whole mirror version of it lurking on the other side, full of cults, monster girls and people who really, really should not be kneeling and calling you “my lord” with their tits out. You start as this kinda awkward guy, a bit of a late bloomer vibe, virgin energy all over him, who accidentally ends up infused with a power that basically turns “building a fanclub” into “building a sex cult”. It sounds stupid, and yeah, sometimes it really is, in the best way. One moment you are doing accounting in a tiny office, trying not to go bankrupt because some megacorp is crushing your small business, and ten minutes later you are in a dark alley, whispering corrupt little “prayers” into a married woman’s ear while her husband is a room away. And of course she’s got her panties soaked and her ahegao face out in about three dialogue choices.

I like how the game pretends to be about “big decisions” and then your biggest decision turns out to be something like: Do I use mind control to slowly twist this shy college girl into an exhibitionist cosplay slut, or do I turn the local milf head of department into my personal worshipping toy first. The sandbox part hits hard because you just wander around town and keep tripping over new scenes. There’s this goblin girl in the other dimension with ridiculous hips and an ass that moves like it has its own gravity well, and the first time you get her on your lap, she’s grinding in your office chair while asking nervously if “humans really fill girls up that much.” Of course the game gives you the option to breed her stupid with a creampie that drips down her thighs. The animations are rough sometimes, like two dolls humping, but when she’s bouncing, tongue out, drool on her tits and eyes rolled back, you kind of stop caring. Actually, you never cared. And the striptease scenes? There’s this one where a normally classy businesswoman you’ve been carefully corrupting does a half-drunk lapdance for you in a cheap karaoke bar, slowly peeling off her blazer and bra, trying to keep her dignity as she ends up riding your hand under the table, whispering “I’m cheating, I’m so bad” while you finger her until she squirts on the seat. The game just leaves the mess there, no comment.

The corruption feels deliciously slow when it wants to. That college subplot where you go back to campus hits like a twisted nostalgia trip. You start out helping a stressed student with her grades, totally innocent tutoring, then “accidentally” using your power to make her respond a bit too strongly to your touch. Next visit she’s sucking you off in an empty classroom, knees on the cold floor, big doe eyes looking up, lipstick smeared, trying to swallow all of it like she’s cramming for finals. And later you drag her into this stupid cosplay event in the other dimension, make her dress as a bunny girl in front of a small crowd of your followers, and she ends up flashing her pussy to them, moaning while they chant your name like some horny church. It is weirdly romantic too sometimes, buried under all the filth. You can build actual relationships, have soft moments in between the handjobs and public sex. Sitting with a milf on a rooftop, talking about her failed marriage, then quietly sliding your hand under her skirt while she leans on your shoulder, torn between guilt and arousal, might be one of those little scenes that stick. But yeah, then fifteen minutes later you’re using mind control to make her bend over a balcony, tits hanging out, while half the city could technically see you pound her from behind and fill her with a thick creampie she can’t stop leaking. The game swings between “Yakuza-style side story” and “hardcore hentai brainrot” so fast it feels wrong, and that’s kind of why I couldn’t stop clicking.

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.