I didn’t expect this parody to feel so weirdly personal. It’s supposed to be just another lewd sandbox thing with the My Hero Academia crew, right? But something about how the girls talk - especially Toga - feels like the dev actually gets what makes her tick. She’s not just a crazy fangirl; she’s got that teasing, dangerous tone that makes you hesitate before clicking the next dialogue option. I swear, when she leaned in during that scene in the alley, I actually froze. It’s not even about the graphics (they’re fine, not mind-blowing), it’s how the pacing lures you in. You think you’re just grinding reputation points or unlocking scenes with Mina, and suddenly you’re knee-deep in some morally questionable choice that makes you feel like a total degenerate. And then you keep playing anyway.

There’s this weird tension between being a hero student and doing all this filthy stuff. Like, Midnight showing up outta nowhere to “discipline” you - it’s half hilarious, half... yeah. I wish the audio cues didn’t loop so obviously though. It kinda kills the moment when you’re trying to focus on what’s happening and the same moan repeats like a ringtone. Still, when Momo starts acting shy and then flips - god, that part hit harder than it should’ve. I even caught myself grinning like an idiot. Then again, maybe I’m just too deep into this kind of thing. It’s not perfect; some dialogue feels like it was translated twice through Google, but maybe that’s part of the charm. Makes it feel raw, unfiltered, like a fan made it out of obsession instead of profit.

I saw someone on Reddit compare it to those old Flash-era parody games, but this one’s got more bite. Kyoka’s route especially - her attitude’s all sarcasm until you push her buttons right. Then she melts. It’s messy, inconsistent, and I honestly love that. Feels more real than the polished junk clogging Nutaku these days. I kinda wish there was a proper ending, but then again, I don’t. Some fantasies shouldn’t end clean.

So like, remember when you used to watch My Hero Academia and think "damn, these girls are cute but what if they were broke college students doing questionable shit for money"? Well someone made that into a game and honestly it's kinda fucked up in the best way possible. My Tuition Academia throws you into this weird ass world where you're playing as some brunette chick who's basically trying to survive college by any means necessary. And when I say any means... yeah, you know where this is going.

The whole setup is pretty straightforward - you're broke, you need cash, and apparently everyone around you is horny as hell and willing to pay for it. What starts as maybe selling some panties or doing cam shows quickly escalates into full-blown prostitution scenarios with characters that look suspiciously like Mina, Tsuyu, and the rest of the MHA gang. The pregnancy system is actually more complex than I expected, which caught me off guard because most games just treat it like a game over screen. Here you're dealing with actual consequences while still trying to make rent. There's this whole voyeurism element too where you can spy on other students or get caught in compromising positions yourself - it's like a perverted slice of life anime but with actual stakes.

What really gets me is how the game doesn't shy away from the darker implications of what you're doing. Like yeah, there's plenty of vanilla stuff with toys and masturbation scenes, but then you've got these group sex scenarios that feel genuinely uncomfortable in a way that makes you question your life choices. The groping and harassment elements aren't just thrown in for shock value either - they actually affect your character's mental state and how NPCs interact with you. Sometimes I'm playing and thinking this is hot as hell, other times I'm wondering if I need therapy. The mobile version runs surprisingly smooth though, so at least you can have your existential crisis on the go.

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.

You’re this freshly graduated hero kid at U.A., but it doesn’t feel like shiny heroic future at all. It feels like hanging backstage in a strip club dressing room, still in costume, still sweating glitter, but the show’s over and now all the real shit happens. Principal gives you this “secret mission” and smiles like a manager who knows damn well you’re going to break every rule he just pretended to explain. Your quirk is stupid strong, perfect for fighting villains… or for peeking, teasing, touching where you really, absolutely, totally shouldn’t.

The whole thing plays like a messy dating sim and a sandbox had a baby with a horny fanfic. One moment you’re walking around the school corridors, same old U.A. uniforms and doors and boring hero talk. Next thing, you’re alone on a training field with Ochaco, she’s stretching, her shirt riding up, and the camera just loves her tits and that ass. She’s talking about becoming a pro hero, and in my head I’m already planning a burlesque routine: pink lights, zero gravity pasties, her floating slowly out of her clothes while the crowd loses its mind. The game lets you be polite and romantic, or you just… lean in, test the waters, “accidentally” brush against her curves and see how far your quirk and a bit of groping can go before she blushes or snaps.

Then there’s Jiro, and I swear I misremembered her name twice while playing, I kept calling her “Kyomi” in my notes. She’s this cool, low-key girl, headphones, attitude, but the way the scenes are drawn, you can’t miss how soft she looks under the punk vibe. I had this idea in my head of a slow striptease to bass-heavy rock, her jack plugs trailing down like suspenders, but the game goes instead for something more intimate. Tiny room, lights low, her teasing you with that deadpan sarcasm while your hands travel way too far under her clothes. It’s not subtle. Nothing here is subtle. And still, sometimes the pacing drags, like when you’re trying to find the right place to click in the sandbox and you just want to skip straight to Midnight bending over a desk in that skin-tight latex, giving “teacher-student conference” a whole different meaning. I swear I spent longer looking for one dialogue trigger than I ever spent rehearsing a fan dance.

Mirko is a whole different beast. Literally. I see her and my brain goes “this is not a hero, this is a headliner in a rabbit-themed cabaret.” Those muscles, those thighs, those ears, that attitude. In my routine version she’d stomp on stage, grab a chair, sit on it backwards and grind on it like it owed her rent. In the game, when you finally get a private moment with her, the vibe is wild and physical. She teases you, calls you out, gets in your face. You try to keep it romantic and the script almost lets you… then the art just zooms straight into her big tits and tight ass and suddenly romance is wrestling. I loved it and still kinda hated how fast things escalated, but anyway. Rumi doesn’t do half-measures.

The voyeurism angle sneaks up on you. First it’s “oops, you walked past the changing room at the wrong time”, then later you’re lingering on windows, peeping at shower steam and silhouettes, heartbeat racing like you’re doing something very illegal. And you are, to be honest. Some scenes feel like you’re the pervy stagehand watching from behind the curtains while the girls change costumes, not knowing you’re there. As a dancer, I got this weird guilty thrill, because it really captures that feeling of eyes on skin, of power in being looked at… even if here the player is the one stealing the look. There is romance, cute moments, walking through the school talking about futures and dreams, and somehow five minutes later your hands are full of big tits or you’re pressing some flustered, wide-eyed girl against the wall and whispering what you want to do to her.

The art is pure 2D fan-fantasy, not “professional anime studio” level but dirty enough to feel fun. Sometimes a pose looks a little off and I laughed, then two clicks later I’m staring at Mirko’s sweaty abs like I never saw abs before. The game lets you flirt, grope, push your luck, and your quirk becomes this excuse for every bad thought you ever had while watching the show. Is it refined? No. Parts feel awkward, some dialogues made me roll my eyes, and I still don’t know why one scene with Kendo broke on me and sent me back to the hallway like I’d been kicked out of the club for touching the dancer. But then I see Midnight leaning over, breasts about to spill, playful smile promising trouble, and suddenly I forgive a lot. Not everything. But a lot.