It’s weird how this game starts like it wants to be romantic, and then ten minutes later it’s already elbow-deep in pure dirty chaos. One minute Violet’s giving you that look like she’s pretending to be shy, the next she’s dragging you somewhere private and asking if you’ll “watch her with someone else.” I swear it caught me off guard even though the tags should’ve warned me. There’s a sense the dev probably reads too much late-night fanfic because somehow Rangiku shows up, then Tsunade, and none of it makes any sense story-wise but it *works*, in that guilty way where your brain says “nah” but your hand’s already on the mouse. The animation’s smoother than expected - especially that ridiculous scene with Fubuki teasing you through a half-open door, talking about her “training schedule” like that explains anything.

Anyway, what actually surprised me was how human some of the writing feels when it stops trying to sound like porn dialogue. Like there’s this one quiet bit after the whole netorase mess where Eric just sits, pissed off and turned on at the same time. It’s clumsy, messy, hot - exactly how that sort of fantasy should feel. But then it immediately ruins the mood by throwing in a crossover cameo from Makima, who literally does not care about continuity and just starts talking about control mid-blowjob. Still, that kind of randomness is what makes it addictive; you never know if the next click is gonna bring soft moaning or someone getting their ego destroyed. Kinda like browsing old adult forums again - half cringe, half fascination.

Oh, and whoever coded the exhibitionism scenes deserves a medal. The one with Violet teasing you in public while pretending to check her phone, yeah - that’s burned into my brain. There’s something slightly broken about the transitions, though I almost prefer it that way; it makes it feel less scripted, more like stumbling into something you shouldn’t see. I keep telling myself I’m done with it, then remember there’s still that hidden route with Tatsumaki and bam - back again, no shame left to lose.

First impression of this thing is just: “wow, this game really hates you, and somehow that feels kinda hot”. You’re dropped into uni life as this scrawny virgin cuck-in-training, and everyone seems to smell it on you. Girls talk to you like you’re a wallet with legs, a free Uber, or a dildo that never gets used. It starts slow, like normal campus shit, group chats, thirsty Instagram stories, NSFW memes, Discord calls where you only hear moans through a shitty mic and your imagination does the rest. The whole vibe is very “you’re watching your own life from the corner of the room, pants around your ankles”. The POV style works well with that, you always feel like you’re peeking when you shouldn’t, checking DMs you shouldn’t, seeing videos that are definitely not for you, but you still hit replay, and replay, and replay, while your dick and your ego both take damage.

The girls are the main attraction, obviously, and they’re completely out of your league in every way. You have these stacked milfs that look like they only date athletes, goth futa babes who treat you like a puppy, a smug redhead with Makima energy who talks sweet but you know she secretly wants to put a collar on you, and a Gwen Stacy type who seems innocent until you see who she’s really fucking when you’re not around. There is some wild crossover energy too, like one moment you’re drooling over a Lara Croft lookalike with big tits and a bigger ass grinding on some muscular dude at the gym, next moment your phone buzzes with her “sorry, I’m tired tonight” text while you can still hear the slap of skin in the background. You keep getting stuck in these situations where you help them with homework, pay for their Uber, buy them a stupid lollipop or some lingerie from your last bit of cash, and in return you get teased like crazy. They flash you on webcam, show off their lingerie, send half-cropped nudes where the important part is always just out of frame. And when they finally do go full explicit, it is usually with someone else. Bigger. Meaner. Darker. There is interracial action, rough pounding, spit, choking, all that good nasty stuff, and you are either watching through a cracked door like a little voyeur perv, or through an OnlyGoons stream that you accidentally helped set up, because yeah, you are literally building your own humiliation studio.

The NTR stuff hits hard, and if you are sensitive about that, this thing really does not care. You fall in love, you confess, you get “aww, you’re so sweet” responses, then five minutes later she is on her knees in some locker room choking on another guy’s cock while you stare at your phone, edging. There is a lot of edging here, by the way. The whole flow is built around pumping yourself, stopping, reading some humiliating chat, seeing her get filled, feeling the pregnancy risk jokes, the “oops, no condom” scenes, and then being told to leak a little and stop again. There is a female domination flavor in almost every route, from the school queen that uses you as emotional support while getting railed by a futa classmate, to the smug trans girl who treats you like a cute toy and makes you watch her fuck other boys. Sometimes it gets surprisingly funny too. The humor is pretty toxic, very internet, lots of “touch grass” and “gooner” jokes, like the game is calling you out the way your Twitter feed does at 4 in the afternoon when you should be working but you are instead jerking it to an ai cg of a milf with a strap-on. At one point we got stuck on this tiny thing where the notification sound in the game is almost identical to Telegram, so every time it popped up, we kept checking our phones like idiots. It drove us crazy and we never bothered changing the audio settings, just kept getting baited by it. There are BDSM toys, leashes, humiliation tasks like filming yourself while you cum to a video of her getting railed from behind, and she might send you one mocking voice message, then disappear to go meet some guy from One Punch Man cosplay group. The corruption side is nice and slow too, you watch shy girls get more and more comfortable flashing their big asses in public, flirting harder, turning the whole campus into their exhibitionist playground while you just keep sinking deeper into cuck territory, pumping your dick like a clown. It’s messy, cruel, horny as hell, and a little too real when you see that “send tip” button pop up again and your brain goes “yeah, maybe just one more time”.

This thing hits you in the face right away. You open it and the game just starts calling you a pathetic virgin like it knows what tabs you had open before. Male protagonist, first year uni in late 90s Wales, stuck in that ugly campus mix of shitty carpet, nicotine stains, and horny brain. Everyone thinks you will die alone, and frankly the game agrees. Then the goth girl walks in like a walking middle finger to your self-esteem. Tall, boots, chains, black lipstick that looks like it tastes of smoke and cheap vodka. She is not your cute “secretly soft” goth. She is full female domination mode. She enjoys humiliating you, and the game really lets her. Public teasing in hallways, denial until you literally beg, exhibitionism moments where she pushes you close to being seen, and then pulls away only to grind on someone actually confident while you watch from the corner. If you hate netorare, this is a hate crime. If you like it, you will have your hand on your phone more than on your textbook.

What caught me off guard is how the corruption is not only sexual but social. The more you let her step on you, the more other people on campus join the act, and the POV stuff gets nasty. You see her big ass riding someone else through a cracked door while you are forced to hold her bag like an idiot. Or she sends you pics of her sucking off a dude from the football team, with your unread essays visible on your desk in the background. There is voyeurism everywhere, even when you are not the viewer. Sometimes you are the thing being watched: being paraded around as the loser virgin toy in a group chat that you are not even allowed to post in. The game even throws a milf teacher at you, but in that mean way, like, you think “finally, someone kind” and suddenly you are watching her get pounded by a classmate while she grades your paper with a red pen and one hand on his abs. The humor is cruel and honestly kind of funny, like that scene where your phone autocorrects “please” to “pee” while you are begging her to let you cum, and she just runs with it in a way I am still slightly disturbed by. There is a whole mobile phone layer built into the game, with apps that feel suspiciously like WhatsApp and Instagram where you keep scrolling old chats trying to find where exactly your dignity died, then getting distracted by AI generated CG of her in a “maybe pregnant, maybe not” ending that hits way harder than it should. I still cannot forgive the tiny thing where notification sounds are slightly off from real apps and my brain kept twitching every single time, but yeah, I kept playing anyway.

I started this one out of curiosity, expecting some goofy parody nonsense, but ended up weirdly invested in how far it’d push the “Mystery Gang but everyone’s horny and morally sideways” idea. It’s not shy about being nasty, that’s for sure. The tone goes from slapstick to straight-up filthy without blinking - one second Daphne’s teasing with that fake-innocent grin, next she’s doing things that’d make a cam site blush. I kind of liked that shamelessness, even if sometimes it felt like it was trying too hard to shock. The humor’s crude, messy, but that’s part of the fun - like watching people cosplay too well, and then forget they’re pretending. Fred’s written as this clean-cut idiot who slowly realizes he’s not the main character anymore, and it’s both funny and sad in a way I didn’t expect. Velma’s corruption arc? Way too hot, even when it gets borderline mean.

The sandbox thing works better than I thought - it gives you room to poke around and see how different choices twist the group dynamic. There’s a scene with a mirror and a toy that’s so ridiculous it almost breaks the tone, but then it doubles down and somehow sells it. I wish the sound design wasn’t so uneven, though; sometimes it’s moans, sometimes it’s dead silence like someone forgot to hit record. Still, the awkwardness adds charm. The game doesn’t care if it’s pretty or polished, it just wants to push you toward that point where you laugh and gasp at the same time. I caught myself mumbling “that’s too much” while clicking for the next round. It’s that kind of ride.

What’s strange is how it sneaks in a bit of character work under all the sleaze. You start noticing how each of them gives in differently - Daphne plays with it, Velma rationalizes it, Fred just breaks. I kept expecting some moral wrap-up, but it never comes, just more teasing, more corruption, like a loop you don’t really want to end. I guess that’s the point.