You start as this so-called Pro Hero who got wrecked hard enough to actually die, then wakes up in his own past with his body intact and his brain full of red flags. It sounds epic, but the game honestly treats it more like “yeah whatever, go back to U.A. and stare at hot girls in tight uniforms.” The tone is funny like that. Everyone knows you as this experienced hero, but you are walking around halls, clicking on doors, poking at stuff in classrooms, basically grinding through a point & click loop while you try not to just immediately jerk off in every scene. It’s kind of cool and kind of dumb at the same time. That’s the charm, I guess. Or the problem.

Because once you start actually interacting with the girls, the “serious time travel mystery” thing just slides into the background and your brain turns into horny mashed potatoes. You bump into Ochaco, she’s nervous, you “accidentally” help her with some training, your hands end up exactly where they shouldn’t. The writing goes from normal school talk to “oh fuck” in like two text boxes. Momo is all composed and proper, then suddenly she is doing this flustered, shy exhibitionist thing in a classroom while you are clearly taking advantage of the situation. It feels wrong in the right way. Toga shows up and every line she has is unhinged cute psycho energy that makes you think “yeah, I absolutely should not like this” while still clicking the dirtiest options. They really lean into the groping and teasing, but it’s not like a quick loop, you have to actually work the scenes, move the cursor, find the right spots, wait for the next stage to unlock. The voyeur stuff is strong too: you peeking from behind doors, watching girls touch themselves, or catching Midnight in a moment where you know you should walk away and you obviously don’t. There is this one scene with Hagakure that hits in a weird way, because she is invisible and you are basically reacting to moans and floating clothes while your hand is doing exactly what you think it is. Very pervy, very on brand for this universe in a messed up fan way.

The game flow is slow and clicky, like some old Flash porn game some guy uploaded on Newgrounds after too much Red Bull. You walk around the school, trigger events, get sent to bed, repeat. The lewd payoff is really good when you hit something big, like a handjob from Mina in some semi-public place where she’s pretending it’s just “training,” but sometimes it feels like the dev just wanted you to wander until you get horny enough to accept anything. There are moments where you’re doing light training or “improving your quirk” just to unlock another excuse to grab someone’s ass. It pretends it’s about you trying to avoid your death in the future, but you’ll probably remember more about that first time Jiro’s cool rock girl facade breaks while she’s jerking you off with this embarrassed look, or when Tsuyu’s quiet little lines hit harder than expected while she slides her hand under your pants during “private training by the pool.” You click through dialogues, you open the same rooms too many times, you miss one timing and no scene for that day, and yeah, the pacing can be annoying. But then Midnight bends over her desk in a way that makes your whole moral system crash, and suddenly you forget you wanted better navigation or more clean UI or that one tiny sound effect that loops slightly off beat and starts to drive you insane. Anyway, if you go in, just take it slow, poke every corner of the school, talk to girls more than once per day, save often, and lean into the pervy hero role completely. The game clearly wants you to be the guy who peeks, gropes, and “accidentally” helps every girl reach exactly the kind of climax that has nothing to do with hero work.

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.

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.