This thing feels like someone grabbed My Hero Academia fanfiction from a horny Discord server and just decided, “yeah, this needs clicking, moaning, and bad decisions.” You’re dropped in as a new guy at U.A., but instead of screaming about Plus Ultra, you’re mostly trying not to get caught staring at tits in the hallway. Or failing at that. The whole thing plays like a point & click where your mouse is basically your dick: you poke around classrooms, dorms, training areas, and every few clicks you’re basically thinking, “ok, how do I fuck this up in a hot way.” It’s clumsy sometimes, the pacing is weird, menu looks a bit like someone learned UI from a YouTube tutorial, but then Kyoka leans forward with her earjack cords brushing her thighs and my brain just goes quiet. There’s this one scene where you’re alone with her after training, she’s sweaty, pretending she doesn’t care, and the camera lingers way too long on her lips when she bites them. Not subtle at all. Good. Subtlety is for Netflix, not for this.

What surprised me a bit is how each girl gets her own flavor of degeneracy. Ochako looks like she should be wholesome, and then the dev goes “nah” and you end up in this semi-romantic, semi-fucked-up moment where you’re in her room, gravity quirk basically forgotten, and she’s on top grinding, cheeks completely flushed, mumbling how she shouldn’t be doing this before going even harder. It feels wrong in that very porn way, but also oddly sweet. Then jump to Midnight and all the sweetness just dies. With her it’s pure predator energy: she knows you’re a rookie hero, she knows you’re hard, and she’s playing it like a lesson. Classroom, empty except for you and her, and the way she “explains” discipline while sitting on the desk, heels crossed, costume half open, is basically sex ed from hell. She keeps that smug smile while she has you do things you probably shouldn’t agree to, and the animation sells it: small hip moves, slow teasing, no need for crazy angles. Meanwhile Kendo’s scenes feel more like you’re wrestling with your big scary crush that can snap you in half if she wants, which honestly only makes it better. Toru being invisible sounds like a dumb gimmick but the game leans into it; hearing her moan while the only thing you see is clothes moving and handprints on your skin is way hotter than it has any right to be. Sometimes the dialogue goes from horny to corny in one line and I was rolling my eyes and still clicking next because, yeah, I wanted to see where the scene ends. The protagonist himself is not deep at all, just another dick with some hero flavor splashed on top, but that kind of works when you’re just waiting for Nemuri to lock the door again. I wish the choices mattered more, but they probably won’t, and I hate how much that doesn’t actually stop me from replaying the same route just to catch one new line of dirty talk. Anyway, it’s like watching your hero academy crack and melt into porn, one click at a time, and somehow it feels exactly as trashy as it should.

You’re the guy behind the “casting couch” camera this time, not the hero saving worlds or the clueless harem protagonist tripping on boobs by accident. No, you’re the one who gets to look Raven in the eyes while she tries to pretend she’s not already wet on the leather sofa, you’re the one telling Zelda to turn a little more to the side so the camera can “catch the light” while you’re actually just admiring how her royal ass fills the frame. The game throws you into this cheap-looking studio with a shitty couch, a camera, a few options, and then just casually drops girls like Ochako, Rem, Hestia, Lucoa, Cheelai, Mina, Meiko and the rest in front of you like a horny gacha pull that finally paid off. They sit down, they fidget, they ask why the camera is already recording, and you decide how fast you want that fake interview to turn into a full-on porn shoot.

What makes it fun is that it doesn’t pretend to be high art. The “story” is basically you asking dumb questions like some budget Pornhub producer, choosing dialog lines that push them toward undressing, sucking, riding, or getting their tight little anime pussy filled on camera. One moment you’re being “professional”, asking Hestia about her talents, the next you tell her to stand up and spin slowly, and suddenly that boob window dress feels about two sizes too small. You can play it smooth, tease them, be kind of respectful, or just cut through the bullshit and ask them how many guys they’ve fucked. Sometimes they blush and stutter, sometimes they smirk and lean forward, tits almost pushing out of the screen, and there’s this tiny thrill when you realize you picked the line that makes them say “fine, but don’t stop filming.” The animations are simple but filthy enough, with a lot of focus on big tits bouncing, big asses slapping, deep-throat shots, messy ahegao faces and that moment where your cock finally disappears inside them and they moan like they’ve been waiting all day for it. There’s vaginal sex, sloppy oral, cum all over their faces, cum in their mouths, cum on their boobs, you get the idea. Sometimes the pacing is weird and you jump from casual chat to dick-in-mouth a bit too quick, but honestly, that’s also exactly how these fake casting videos feel on those shady sites you pretend you don’t visit.

What really hit me was when Dexter’s mom walked in, acting like some bored MILF who just “needs extra cash” and then five clicks later she’s on her knees, ass in the air, huge hips wobbling while she takes every thrust like it’s a workout. Or Meiko from Prison School, trying to keep that strict teacher tone until you tell her to kneel and she slips into obedient mode like it’s the most natural thing ever. Toga’s crazy eyes staring at your cock, Mina acting all bubbly while drool runs down her chin, Raphtalia trying to stay polite while you make her ride you for the audition, Android 18 pretending she’s above all this before you make her swallow. It’s shameless fanservice, totally horny, not subtle at all, and that’s honestly the whole charm. The dialogue sometimes repeats and the sound can be a bit lazy, I kinda wish there were more variants of reactions when you pick different answers, but when Rem is moaning with your dick buried deep in her and Zelda is waiting in the lobby for her turn, it’s hard to stay mad about anything. It feels like scrolling horny Twitter, browsing Hentai Haven, and stumbling into an endless casting tape where every waifu you ever crushed on is finally told to take off her clothes and prove she deserves a spot in your private collection.

Didn’t think I’d even bother with another “casting couch” parody, but WaifuHub kinda trapped me there for a while. It’s one of those browser things that pretends to be ironic, except it isn’t, or maybe it is, I don’t even know anymore. You play as the guy behind the camera, interviewing all these anime girls you’ve seen a million times before - 2B shows up all confident and stiff, Raphtalia’s nervous like she’s in a real audition, and Lucoa just… well, she’s Lucoa, she doesn’t care what anyone thinks. The voice acting’s weirdly uneven, and sometimes the moans cut out at random, which somehow made it more real? Like catching some clumsy home-recording vibe. But yeah, the animations hit that point between funny and hot. You’ll laugh when Galko starts her self-introduction too seriously and then forgets she’s supposed to be seducing you, and then it hits you - you’re actually into this.

What got me wasn’t even the sex scenes (well, okay, some of them). It’s that stupid fake dialogue right before things go wild. Meiko saying she’s “totally professional” and then two sentences later losing it on camera - it’s dumb but oddly human. I kept noticing small stuff: the sound of sandals scraping, the way hands twitch when the pace changes. The dev probably didn’t plan half of that; it’s just dirty accident magic. Though I swear the skip button hates me - it freezes every other time I touch it. Doesn’t matter though, since you end up watching everything twice anyway. And Cheelai? She breaks the fourth wall once and it ruined me, I laughed so hard I forgot I was supposed to jerk off.

Somewhere around Mitsuki’s scene I caught myself thinking about how strange it is that we build whole universes of desire around characters that started out as jokes for teenage boys. Then I gave up thinking because Mina’s turn came and - yeah. Animation’s rough around the edges, lines are bad, the logic is nonsense, but damn if it doesn’t feel alive in that broken way cheap porn sometimes does. I still can’t figure out why 2B blushes differently depending on the camera angle. Maybe it’s intentional. Probably not. Doesn’t matter.

Izuku here is not that smiling cinnamon roll from the anime. This version of him wakes up in a twisted isekai-style remix of UA where being a “hero” is more like managing your own harem while pretending everything is still about justice. You start out weak and kind of pathetic, which is perfect, because the whole fun is slowly watching him slide from “I wanna save everyone” to “okay but I also really wanna fuck everyone.” The game throws you straight into familiar faces with very unfamiliar attitudes: Ochako flirting way too hard over something simple like training, Tsuyu letting those deadpan lines drop while her hand is doing anything but heroic stuff, Mina teasing like she got a side quest to ruin your self control. Nothing feels super polished, the dialogs sometimes jump around, but it kinda fits this messy “fanfic that got out of control” vibe. You’re just clicking through Ren’Py scenes on your phone or PC like reading horny manga, but then stuff starts animating and you’re like oh, okay, this is Serious Business now.

The routes go from soft romance to “I cannot show this screen in public” very fast. One moment you’re in a fake wholesome training mission, next moment Ochako is sitting on your lap, bouncing in low gravity, tits flying everywhere because of her quirk abuse, and the game casually lets you choose whether you want to finish between her thighs, on her tits or in her pussy. Then you got Toga, who is absolutely unhinged in the best way: knife talk, yandere eyes, then suddenly she’s on her knees, drooling on your cock while giggling about “collecting your blood” and you’re like, yes queen, that’s not how blood works but keep going. Tsuyu’s scenes lean hard into the foot stuff and her long tongue, so you end up in this awkward yet hot moment where she’s jerking you off with those slimy toes while licking your shaft like it’s some weird training drill. The Milf route sneaks up too, you think she’s just there for plot, next thing she’s pressing her huge tits against you in the kitchen, pretending it’s “comforting” you, then your hand slips under her shirt and bam, full mom titfuck with milk dripping, animated, shameless.

What caught me off guard is how the game mixes combat and lewd like it’s no big deal. You do these simple fights that feel like someone copied an RPG Maker battle into Ren’Py, press some skill buttons, win, get “hero points” and instead of a shiny sword you unlock a blowjob scene from Hagakure where you literally see everything except her, just floating cock and mouth action with sound and AI CG trying to guess where her hands are. It’s so scuffed it loops back to being hot. Same with Bakugou, by the way: dude is here, loud as ever, but the story keeps baiting you with potential weird scenes and then just… swerves away or cuts to someone else. Like, why is there a long chat about dominance and power and sweating in the gym if you’re not gonna go anywhere with it? Also the texting parts with the girls feel like horny Telegram RP, you’re spamming choices while on the toilet, trying not to laugh when Mina sends you thirsty messages that read like badly translated memes. The animation is not always smooth, faces sometimes look a bit AI-cursed, but when you’re watching Mei jerk you off with those greasy mechanic hands under the workbench, oil smeared on your shaft while she talks about “testing new devices”, your brain stops caring about inconsistency real fast. By the time you get to full-on harem scenes with multiple girls taking turns on your cock, thighs squeezing, one sitting on your face for cunnilingus while another rides you, it feels like some deranged fan’s wet dream that accidentally became a full mobile game and no one had the heart to stop it.

You ever had one of those dreams where all your favorite anime girls somehow end up in the same damn room and nobody’s pretending to be shy? That’s the vibe here. It’s like someone cracked open every universe - Dragon Ball, My Hero, Fate, Pokémon, even some old-school Darkstalkers stuff - and said, “Yeah, let’s see what happens if we make this horny.” You start off like the usual male protagonist who’s probably too average for his own good, but then the story flips, and suddenly you’re face to face (or more like face between thighs) with women who look like they could crush you or bless you, sometimes both. Artoria looks divine, like she’s judging your soul while riding you. Cammy doesn’t ask, she just pins you. Lusamine’s smile is all wrong in the right way. It’s messy, it’s chaotic, and it knows exactly what it is - fantasy without apology.

There’s something about the way scenes shift that feels like tarot cards flipping. One moment, The Lovers - soft light, skin, slow rhythm, the sound of breath. Next card, The Tower - power play, domination, a queen’s boot on your chest. It’s all written in that language between pleasure and humiliation. I liked how it didn’t care for “moral arcs.” Nemuri Kayama whispering filth while she toys with you like she’s grading your stamina. Android 18 smirking, asking if you really thought you could keep up. You can’t. But you still try, and that’s kind of the point. Even the “romance” parts hit weirdly tender, like you accidentally caught feelings for a goddess who’s only half real.

I noticed some things that annoyed me - like the transitions, they just happen. No warning, no rhythm. But then again, maybe that’s what keeps it hot. It’s a fever dream stitched from too many fantasies, half memory, half instinct. The kind of game you tell yourself you’ll play for five minutes, then you’re sweating, reading every line like a prayer you don’t want answered. Nothing about it feels clean. That’s the charm. It’s lust pretending to be destiny. Or maybe the other way around.

Public transport wifi is trash, Pornhub keeps buffering, so I ended up poking around this thing instead, and somehow it ate my whole commute before I even noticed. The idea is simple as fuck: you sit in this sleazy casting couch office, you’re the “professional interviewer” with a dick that thinks it’s the main character, and all these famous anime waifus walk in like they answered a shady Craigslist ad. It looks like one of those mobile VN ports you’d secretly tap through on the toilet at work, but it runs smooth in browser and doesn’t pretend to be more serious than it is. Girl shows up, you pretend to ask a few questions, then it turns straight into “how deep can she take it” faster than Instagram shows you an ad after you talk about shoes once.

The fun is how wrong it feels to see characters like Tifa or Asuna trying to play “shy actress” for two lines, then suddenly they’re on their knees, lipstick smeared, eyes rolled up in that full-on ahegao, spitting drool down your shaft while the MC keeps talking like this is some normal HR interview. One minute Kobayashi is awkward and stiff, sitting proper, skirt straight, asking if this is really “just a simple audition.” Next click, she’s bent over the arm of the couch, fat ass bouncing on your cock, glasses crooked, trying to sound professional while you pound her so hard the text box might as well just say “nnnngghhh” for three scenes. I had one run where Froppy came in super polite, stuttering a bit, tongue peeking out, and by the end I was making her swallow every last drop while she’s got cum on her cheeks, tongue out like some horny frog idol who forgot what modesty was. The oral scenes are honestly the best part. They let the camera sit a bit too long on the lips wrapped around that big dick, slurpy sound effects, stupid little bits of dialogue like “it’s bigger than I expected” that should feel cringe but I still clicked next like a clown. Vaginal stuff hits too, especially on the big tits / thick hips girls. Bulma riding you while pretending it’s “for science” made me laugh way more than it should. Her tits bouncing, her moaning into some bullshit excuse about “data collection” while your cock is basically rearranging her brain. And the MC is not subtle. There’s this one moment with Chizuru where she comes in with that rented girlfriend vibe, all polite smile and legs crossed, then the questions slowly get filthier until he’s basically asking “how many times you can cum on camera” and she just kind of gives up and spreads for him. No smooth romance buildup. Just straight to “get on the couch, open that pussy, let’s see if you can handle a creampie on first shoot.”

It’s all very obviously made to be “five minute fun” and yet I kept going through girl after girl like some horny goblin collecting skins in Genshin. The game acts like you’re running a low-budget porn studio, but there’s almost no management layer, just enough fake “casting” talk to justify why Tifa has your cock halfway down her throat. Sometimes that annoyed me. I actually wanted to pick outfits, choose lighting, fail a scene, bully them a bit more with choices. Instead it’s mostly “click line, get lewder, dick out.” But in a shitty way that also works, because when I’m half dead on the metro after work I don’t want deep strategy, I just want Asuna kneeling between my legs and calling me “director” while she drools all over my dick. I kept thinking, “ok, one more girl and I close Chrome,” then suddenly I’m watching Satsuki, who’s supposed to be this icy queen type, riding me with that smug face twisted into a full orgasm meltdown, tits bouncing like crazy, talking about how this is “only for testing.” It’s scuffed, sometimes the dialogue repeats, sometimes the transitions are janky, and at one point I got irrationally annoyed that the interview desk lamp is always tilted the same way. But when you’ve got a screen full of ahegao, cum strings on lips, big asses slapping against your hips, and a parade of famous waifus lining up to “audition” on your cock, that stupid lamp is the last thing you’re actually looking at.

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First thing that hit me with this one was how horny the whole screen feels, like the tab on my browser itself is blushing. It starts all innocent, like some silly anime battle arena where you collect girls from different shows, a bit Fairy Tail, a bit Boku no Hero, that kind of chaotic crossover fever dream you get after too much hentai on a Sunday. Then, after a couple fights, the outfits begin to melt off them like snow on hot skin. Tiny change at first. A skirt a bit shorter, top stretched tight, boobs looking like they’re about to break the fabric union. You win another round, feed them new items you pulled from the post-battle rewards, and suddenly this cute fighter you thought was just fanservice turns into a straight up walking sex joke, tits bouncing everywhere, thighs glossy like someone oiled them for a photoshoot and forgot to stop. It feels like you’re not just managing a team, you’re training your own pervy little superhero harem, each girl evolving into a more shameless version of herself, like the game is asking, “You still fine? You still focusing on the battle?” and then just ripping more cloth away.

There’s that lazy mode too, the auto thing, which I kinda hate that I love. You click it, and the game basically says, alright horny commander, you clearly came here to stare, we’ll handle the punching and kicking. So you’re just watching the battlefield like a stage, girls slamming attacks while their tits jiggle in slow curves and their clothes keep shrinking with each upgrade. Winning mails you random rewards that feel like dirty presents: XP, money, items, another reason to keep your hand on the mouse even if your brain is slipping somewhere much lower. There’s a stupid humor running everywhere, like the devs knew exactly what they were doing, crossing all those anime worlds and turning them into one big trashy sex circus. Sometimes I wish the fighting itself had more bite, less “click, claim reward, watch boobs” loop, but then I catch myself zoning out, eyes stuck on some half-naked hero girl smirking at me like she knows I turned auto on just to stare at her ass in that half-torn costume. It’s basically hentai fanfiction decided to become a horny management toy, put on a cheap superhero mask, and whisper: “Yeah, yeah, tactical choices, whatever, now look at how her outfit changed again.” And of course, you do.

Snow is falling outside, phone in hand, and I’m flirting with half the hero faculty instead of answering work emails. That’s more or less the mood of this game. You’re thrown into this fancy “hero hotel” where all the pro heroines decided to take a little break, which somehow turns into you trying to see who you can charm into your bed first. It’s a visual novel, so most of your time is spent reading and poking the screen, but it doesn’t feel dead or stiff. The writing is simple, not Shakespeare, but it hits that nice mix of horny and playful that fits these girls so well. And yeah, they are exactly the ones you think: the rabbit psycho with the crazy thighs, the walking skysc*** with the junk in the trunk, and the teacher who really should not be allowed around students with that costume and that whip. All wrapped in hotel vibes, like one long dirty holiday weekend where nobody cares about saving the world, only about how loud you moan behind thin walls.

What got me right away is how they lean into each heroine’s personality instead of just slapping big boobs on screen and calling it a day. Mirko is all energy and trash talk, like she wants to pin you to the bed and prove she’s stronger than you even while she’s riding your dick. She teases you for being “soft” if you pick the nice dialogue options, and if you push back, she grins and gets wetter. The game lets you push your luck, too: pick the wrong line and you can feel the “ok, you fucked that route a bit” in her reaction, but it doesn’t instantly game over you like some cheap VN on Nutaku. There’s this one scene in the hotel gym, late at night, where she’s stretching in tight sportswear, ears twitching, sweat on her abs, and she basically challenges you to keep eye contact while she spreads her legs. I had to lock my phone screen once because a notification from Telegram popped up right in the middle of her pushing your face into her thighs. Still a bit salty about that. Anyway, it’s horny in a loud way, but it fits her. She feels like sex is a fight and she wants to win.

Then you jump to the room with Mt. Lady and the whole pace changes. She plays the diva hard. Always posing, always pretending she’s not horny out of her mind. Talking about “fans” while slowly turning around so you get a full shot of that ass covered by way-too-tight fabric. They do this fun thing where she messes with scale in your fantasies: she sits on your lap and it cuts to a mental image of her in giant form squatting over a city, lowering her pussy on some unlucky tower while she’s whispering in your ear what she wants you to do with your tongue. It’s ridiculous and hot and a little stupid, and honestly that’s my favorite combo. Sex scenes with her feel like she’s using you as a prop for her ego and her curves, and when she finally drops the fake cool act and just begs for it, it hits harder because you had to slowly peel off that celebrity mask. I only wish they gave her one proper morning-after scene instead of just fading back to hotel lobby chat like nothing happened. It feels like you finish blowing your load and suddenly you’re back by the piano plant talking about check-out times. My brain needed at least one cuddle CG after she almost broke my hips.

And then there’s Midnight. She’s exactly as dangerous as everyone imagines. The hotel becomes her playground, and you are this willing toy that keeps walking back to her classroom of sin. The romance angle is there, but it’s coated in leather and lube. She calls you “my eager little hero” like you’re flunking her class and the only extra credit is letting her tie your wrists with that long, teasing whip of hers. One route has you helping her “test new restraints” in a private suite, where she blindfolds you and you only get sound and text for a bit: her heels on the floor, her breath near your ear, the snap of the whip on the bed next to your head, then on your thigh, then finally that slow, warm slide of her sitting on your face, whispering that you “better focus or I’ll keep you like this all night.” I actually had to lower brightness and tilt the phone away while sitting in a café, because the text was getting way too descriptive about how her scent is making you dizzy and your cock is leaking on the sheets. Sometimes it goes a bit too long on descriptions of her perfume and not enough on actual positions, but the build-up is good enough that when she finally sinks down on you, it feels earned. The romance part with her is less flowers and more “I’ll take care of you if you obey,” which, to be honest, fits her perfectly.

It’s not a perfect game. Some transitions are clunky, some lines hit like they’ve been translated twice through Google. There’s a hotel hallway background that shows up so often it’s burned into my retina, and I kept waiting for some random background character to comment that I’m always loitering there with a hard-on. Phone UI is fine, nothing fancy, a couple of buttons that look a bit cheap like default mobile app stuff. One scene cut mid-sentence on me once and jumped to the next day, like someone accidentally hit fast-forward in the script. But in between those rough edges, you get these really juicy pockets of horny hero vacation energy, like a dirty little seasonal special where nobody cares about plot holes as long as the girls keep getting wetter and the MC keeps finding new excuses to be left alone in their rooms with the “Do not disturb” sign hanging on the door.