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U.A. is supposed to be this holy temple of justice, right, where everyone dreams big about saving the world in tight outfits and heroic poses. Here it feels more like a horny pressure cooker where every “quirk” argument ends with someone half naked and the moral high ground just quietly dies in the corner. The game takes that whole heroic ideal from the anime and twists it just enough that you keep asking yourself, “Is this still parody, or did we just confess something dark about power and sex and school uniforms?” and then you click the next dialog option anyway, because you want to see if the teacher actually locks the door this time. She does, obviously.

What really messed with me is how normal everything pretends to be at the start. It looks like a silly visual novel joke: silly sound effects, characters that feel like cheap copies of the originals, all big eyes and exaggerated boobs stuffed into uniforms that clearly violate every dress code ever. At first you laugh because it is so over the top. The hero talk, the “we must study hard” stuff, the goofy villain threats. Then the game slowly shifts into this rhythm where studying is just foreplay for another sex scene and “fighting evil” is sort of an excuse to pin a classmate against a wall, or to “reward” a girl for not failing some test. You think you are playing the brave student, but really you are playing the guy who uses the badge of hero to get away with things that, in real life, would feel pretty fucked up. And still, you keep chasing new CGs like some moral philosopher with his dick out, telling himself it is “research on ethics of consent under power imbalance”. I caught myself thinking about Kant during a blowjob scene and I am still not proud of that.

Most of the scenes are funny until they are not. A villain appears, does the usual cartoon evil routine, and seconds later the tension flips into sex like it was scripted by a very horny algorithm. It is hot, I admit that. The bodies are drawn with almost rude detail, the way the clothes cling and then slip, the way the uniform skirt rides up just enough before it is yanked out of the way. There is one moment in a classroom, late, where a character is explaining some heroic principle while sitting on a desk with her legs apart, and you realize the “lesson” is pure roleplay, the chalkboard behind her still full of equations that no one is ever going to finish. The game almost never stops to ask if this world of future saviors should be this soaked in sex. It just assumes: power plus stress plus puberty equals constant fucking. In a way that honesty is more disturbing than if it tried to justify itself. Being a superhero here is not about saving people. It is about having a socially acceptable reason to be everywhere, to peek into danger and into panties at the same time. It is stupid and arousing and morally dirty, and the worst part is how easy it is to click “next” and let ethics wait until you close the browser.

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.