Trapfield Hotel's got this whole weird economy simulation thing going on, except instead of managing spreadsheets you're managing... well, let's just say the staff qualifications are pretty specific. The premise is absolutely ridiculous - apparently there's this magical hotel where only the most endowed femboys and hung futas can get employment. Makes about as much sense as pineapple on pizza, but hey, at least it owns its absurdity.

What really caught me off guard was how committed this thing is to its own internal logic. You'd think a game built around hiring hypersexualized employees would just be mindless clicking, but there's actually some thought put into the corruption mechanics. Characters don't just flip a switch from innocent to depraved - there's this gradual sissification process that feels surprisingly well-paced. The humor helps too; some of the dialogue had me genuinely chuckling between the more explicit scenes. Though I gotta say, the pacing gets wonky in places where it feels like the dev couldn't decide if they wanted a slow burn or immediate gratification.

The visual novel format works well enough, especially with the POV elements during the steamier moments. You get these first-person perspectives that really sell the domination dynamics, whether you're on the giving or receiving end. The art style leans heavy into that exaggerated hentai aesthetic - we're talking comically oversized assets across the board. Some might call it over the top, but honestly? It fits the ridiculous premise perfectly. The femdom scenes pack the most punch, probably because the power dynamics feel more natural in this setting. Just don't expect deep character development beyond "innocent worker becomes hotel slut" - though sometimes that's exactly what you're looking for in a kinetic novel like this.

Guy sees one weird ad on his phone, taps it like an idiot, and suddenly his whole life is tits, rules, and women who talk to him like he’s a toy they bought on Amazon. That’s pretty much the vibe of Femdom Academy. It feels like one of those shady mobile apps that tries to flirt with you in push notifications, except this time the flirting turns into a full school system built around you being the rare guy in a country full of horny, bossy women who think “consent form” is just a warm up. The setting is this strict academy where you’re the male transfer student, and every hallway is a trap. You’re staring up at teachers with big tits pressed against the desk, classmates who pretend to be sweet girls but tighten the metaphorical collar the second you say something stupid, and prefect-types who show up after classes to check if you did your “obedience homework”. Half the time you’re trying to be smooth and spit some pickup line like you’re on Bumble, half the time you’re on your knees wondering how the hell a math quiz turned into a blowjob test with a vibrator involved.

What I liked a lot is how the game actually lets you mess up your “game”. You try to be charming, throw out a line you’d use on Tinder, and instead of a cheesy romance answer you get a sharp smile and, boom, she’s pushing your head right into her thigh and telling you exactly how you’re going to make up for that cheesy shit. There’s this scene in a study room, for example, where you can try to compliment a girl’s ass in a cocky way. If you aim it right, she leans back in her chair, spreads her legs slow, pulls a toy from her bag like it’s just a pen, and starts teasing herself while making you watch. If you aim it wrong, she calls over another girl, they both sit on your face one after the other and keep talking about your “presentation skills” like it’s a normal group project. The whole POV thing hits harder here because the camera keeps you low, looking up at their thighs, their hands in your hair, drool and lipstick and that slight cruel smile when they know they’ve got you. There’s a lesbian angle running in the background too, some girls playing with each other while using you as furniture, and you catch tiny glimpses of jealousy or softness when they think you’re not looking. But every time you think “oh, she’s actually nice”, she tightens a collar, grabs your chin and makes you hold eye contact while she uses a vibrator on you until your legs shake. It’s rough, a bit crazy, sometimes emotional in a weird way, and very obviously about you being the rare dick in a world of confident women who want everything from handjobs in the locker room to full-on group scenes in the dorm, on their terms, at their pace, with your role locked in as the willing, horny, slightly overwhelmed toy who keeps coming back for more.

You start as the new star on campus, all eyes glued to you before you even make a shot. The gym smells like sweat and ambition, but that’s not what gets your pulse up. It’s the way she looks at you - your stepmother, or maybe just “mom” in name only - her curves wrapped tight in silk that doesn’t belong anywhere near family dinners. The game doesn’t waste time pretending it’s about basketball. It’s about temptation, power, and how quickly both can slip through your fingers when every woman around you wants to see how far you’ll go. One minute you’re practicing free throws, the next you’re pressed against the locker room wall, her breath hot on your neck while she whispers things that shouldn’t sound so good coming from her mouth.

The world here feels too real sometimes. Every touch has weight, every moan sounds like someone losing control for real. Even the smaller moments - like catching your roommate’s girlfriend watching you change, or the dean’s wife brushing her thigh against yours during a meeting - carry this slow, electric tension that builds until it breaks. And when it breaks, it’s messy. Hands gripping, tongues exploring, skin slick with sweat. You’ll find yourself caught between guilt and hunger more than once, especially when the story starts twisting into places you didn’t expect: voyeurism that turns mutual, cheating that doesn’t feel wrong anymore, and those scenes where everyone ends up tangled together, gasping, laughing, covered in each other.

It’s not shy about what it is. The animation lingers too long on trembling lips, on the soft give of flesh, on the little noises people make when they forget they’re being watched. Sometimes it’s tender, sometimes filthy, sometimes both in the same second. You’ll think you’re in control, choosing who to seduce, but the game keeps pulling you deeper, making you question whether you’re chasing love, lust, or just the thrill of being wanted by everyone at once.

Anna looks like that person you see in the subway who already gave up on the day before 9 in the morning. Gray office, gray boss, gray everything, with the one bright spot being Lucy spamming her phone with stupid memes and soft kisses through text. That feeling when your life is dying slowly but your girl sends you a selfie in elf ears and a tiny bikini and suddenly your whole body goes “oh”. That’s where this game lives, in that dirty little spark between “I love her” and “I kinda want to ruin this”.

Stuff escalates fast once Lucy sends those cosplay photos. They aren’t just cute. They’re horny as hell, and not just because her chest is almost falling out of the costume. There’s this guy, Sig123, always right there in frame, just off to the side, a hand on her hip, a shadow leaning in, and the game keeps shoving his presence in your face without shouting it. One shot has his fingers holding the zipper on her back, another is his lap visible under her as she sits “for the pose”. You’re Anna, looking through Lucy’s gallery, pretending it’s fine, scrolling, zooming in on small details like lipstick slightly smudged or her eyes not looking at the camera, and your brain just starts writing its own porn fanfic you never asked for. Suddenly you’re jerking off to the idea of your own girlfriend being shared, and you hate it, and you also click “next” again.

What I liked is that it doesn’t treat cheating like a simple switch. It starts with these harmless POV fantasies, like you jerk off in the office bathroom imagining Lucy on her knees in that cosplay, but the angle is wrong, and then you realize in your head it’s not you she’s looking up at. That little snap in your stomach? The game leans on that. One moment you’re watching a soft lesbian scene between Anna and Lucy, lazy morning tongues and bed hair, and the next you’re rewatching a clip of Lucy “just rehearsing” a group photoshoot concept and suddenly there are extra hands and extra mouths and you can’t tell if it’s real footage or something Anna is imagining over the top of it. It blurs porn and memory. Or maybe I was just horny and overthinking, but it felt like that.

There’s a nice little cruelty in how often it sticks you in first person while everyone else ignores your feelings. You get POV scenes that should feel loving, Lucy riding you slow, ahegao face way too much for a couple that’s “just having a normal night”, and instead of feeling romantic it starts to look like she’s practicing for someone else. Later, when the group sex stuff hits, you kinda recognize moves she did with you, and that stings in a hot way. At one point, there is this cosplay orgy sequence where Anna is half participating, half watching Lucy get passed around, and it plays it almost casual: a tongue between her legs here, someone gripping Lucy’s hair there, your girlfriend moaning another person’s name, and the camera just lingers like it’s your eyes trying not to blink. The lesbian bits are not some side fetish either, they’re the emotional knife. Two women who clearly care about each other, then one of them slowly getting addicted to attention, to cameras, to being used like a prop while the other discovers she likes the idea of her girl as a public toy way too much. It’s messy, horny, a little mean, sometimes too exaggerated with the faces, but in that way where you roll your eyes and still keep clicking because you want to see just how far Lucy will go before Anna snaps, or worse, before Anna starts directing the whole fucked up show herself.