Your brain ever feel too horny and too smart at same time? This game is kind of like that moment when you’re in bed, phone in hand, porn already boring, and you think “ok, what if I could just program my own dirty memory and fuck inside it?” The main guy here actually does that. He’s this clever, kinda pathetic inventor, surrounded by hot women who treat him like the nice guy who helps with homework, not the guy they ride until their legs shake. He builds this Dream Viewer thing that lets him store memories, twist them, play them back, and even create new ones that feel so real your body literally reacts. The story keeps jumping between “normal” sci fi visual novel talk and “oh shit she’s actually moaning my name while I rewrite her memory so she begs for my cock.” It feels wrong in a way that’s very, very right.

What stood out for me is how the game lets you slide into intimate scenes like you slide into DMs after a few drinks. One moment you’re talking about memory science and weird tech stuff, the next you’re in a lab sequence where the girl is locked into the Dream Viewer, eyes half closed, breathing fast, and you’re choosing what to feed into her brain. You don’t just click “sex scene” and boom, porn. Instead, you pick what she remembers, or what she thinks happened, and then watch her body react in the animation. There’s this one scene where you push a shy girl’s “first kiss” into overdrive until she’s gasping and grinding against the chair, nipples hard through her top, and it’s all under the excuse of “experiment.” Felt slightly fucked up and that’s exactly why it worked for me. It’s not all perfect though. Some conversations feel like they were written by a guy who knows how computers work but never heard real people flirt. The pacing sometimes drags in the middle when you just want to push someone into the device again and instead you get a bit too much “world building” that nobody is reading with one hand in their pants on. Also there’s this minor sound effect during one of the earlier dream loops that repeats in this tiny annoying way, like a soft click, and after I heard it three times I couldn’t unhear it and then the whole scene had this background “tick tick tick” that drove me slightly crazy. Still kept going, obviously.

What actually hooked me is how the dreams mix with reality until you’re lowkey doubting what is real in the game and what is edited memory. There’s a moment where the protagonist replays a memory with a girl in his bed, changes one detail, and suddenly she’s the one climbing on top, grinding slow, whispering dirty shit in his ear that you know never happened for real. The animation there is slow and sticky, hips rolling, thighs squeezing his sides, her hair falling in his face, and it all feels like something you’d replay in your own head later when you’re bored at work. Then later, she talks like that memory is real and you’re just sitting there thinking “wait, did we just gaslight this woman into remembering a blowjob she never actually gave?” Sexy and messed up. Also, some scenes go full sci fi fetish, with lights, cables, soft machine noises and a girl in almost nothing, arching her back as the device pumps a perfect fantasy into her mind. It hits that vibe of VR porn but nastier, because it pretends to be emotional and then slams you with pure raw sex. The gallery is nice for quick hits, but the real fun is when you’re crawling through the choices, slowly turning each beautiful woman from “out of your league” into “completely addicted to the dreams you create for her,” and maybe into something even more dangerous that I absolutely won’t spoil, mostly because I’m still not sure if I liked that turn or just got horny in spite of it.

You slip into this game as the new professor at Beacon and the whole thing feels kind of wrong in a way that makes it hard to stop reading. It’s not shy about what it wants: you, a smug older guy with too much authority, and Ruby, older than in the show but still with that clumsy puppy energy, stuck in your classroom while you slowly bend her into something filthy. The whole thing runs on text, so there is no fancy distraction. Just words hitting you, one after another, like a slow hand creeping up a thigh. The writing starts playful, almost harmless, with dumb jokes and parodies of school rules, and then suddenly you realize you’re several choices deep into blackmailing this girl over one embarrassing incident in the training hall.

There was one scene where you “help” Ruby with her combat stance. It begins like normal tutoring, legs apart, hands on her hips, small corrections. Then the teacher voice in the text softens and turns very personal. The script pays a lot of attention to little sounds: her armor clinking when you press her against the desk, the soft “ah” when you grope a little too high, the tiny wet click when she swallows her nerves along with your threats. No need for audio, you can almost hear it anyway. And when she finally drops to her knees for “extra credit”, the text slows down, sentence by sentence, describing the way she breathes against your cock, the messy saliva strings, the muted gagging. It lingers just long enough to make you feel like a creep, then cracks a joke about grades, like it wants you to laugh at your own corruption. I kinda hated that. And liked it. Then hated that I liked it. The pace is strange like that: some scenes rush right to the good stuff, then later a simple spanking session in your office drags on forever, each smack and whimper stretched out until you feel the heat of her ass on your own palm.

The domination side is not gentle. She starts shy and stubborn, but it doesn’t take long before you’re shoving her face into the desk, pulling her hair while you push inside her, reading her humiliation thoughts in these short, guilty inner monologues. You get moments where she tries to act tough, where the humor pops back up and she cracks a joke while your hand is down her panties, but then one line cuts through, like her realizing she is actually wetter when you insult her. That part stung more than any fictional bruise. The game leans fully into male power fantasy, from groping in crowded halls, to secret anal “lessons” after class, to forcing her to masturbate for you while you just watch and grade her form like it’s homework. Sometimes the text repeats certain actions again and again, like the writer forgot they already described how tight she is, but somehow it fits the sleazy, obsessive tone. It’s messy, too horny to be elegant, full of teasing and rough sex and stupid little asides, like your character complaining about paperwork in the middle of making Ruby choke on him. And yeah, the whole school setting, the blackmail, the way her innocence gets peeled off scene by scene, it all feels like reading a dirty fanfic at 200% intensity, where every new “lesson” is just an excuse to drag her a little deeper into your bed, and her shame sounds louder in your head than any battle in the original show ever did.

Ben is supposed to be the lucky survivor kid that comes back home after being gone, but honestly he feels more like a loaded gun somebody forgot on the kitchen table. He crashes on this messed up magic island, gets picked up by a witch doctor who treats “therapy” like torture mixed with sex education and combat drills, then strolls back into normal suburb house life pretending he doesn’t remember shit. Not because he actually forgot, but because that island is basically a pornified god glitch with monsters, spirit bullshit, and power that turns people crazy. So he fakes amnesia, does the polite traumatized boy act, and then the game quietly starts poking at every line you thought it would respect.

The house is where it really hits. Rachel as adoptive mom is that slow-burn headache. She’s warm, too warm, leans in too close, touches his arm too long, falls asleep on the couch in those thin shorts like she forgot he’s not twelve anymore. The game loves to push Ben into those micro moments. You’re standing behind her in the kitchen, watching her reach for something high, shirt riding up, and the UI is asking if you heal her old injury with magic or “accidentally” brush your hand where you shouldn’t. It’s not nice, it’s not healthy, it’s fucking hot. And then it slaps mental health in your face by having Ben wake up sweaty, hearing island drums in his head like a PTSD ringtone while he’s half hard from dreaming about her. Jessica is different chaos. She’s the “normal” one who isn’t normal at all, always teasing, sitting with her legs open just enough to notice, sending you those Instagram thirst traps from the next room like it’s a joke. There’s this one scene where she drags you to her room “to help with homework” and suddenly the camera angle is all about that barely covered ass while she bends over the bed. You can play innocent, you can peek, or you can use a tiny twist of mind control to make her forget how long your eyes stayed there. That little power turns every simple walk through the hallway into a corruption puzzle.

What really fucked with me is how the game keeps pretending it’s about “protecting the world” while letting you slowly rot from the inside. The witch doctor’s voice pops in sometimes, like an evil conscience, reminding you that sex can be a ritual, that feeding your urges might actually make your magic stronger. Then you get scenes with monsters that are less “fight or flight” and more “fight or fuck” and suddenly you’re not sure if you’re the hero or just a horny shaman with mommy issues. There’s a combat bit in the alley at night, where some paranormal creep tries to blackmail you after catching you watching your neighbors through the window. You can blast him with elemental magic, or twist his mind till he thinks he’s the pervert who started it and you walk away clean. That mixture of voyeurism, blackmail, and power fantasy hits different when Ben is smiling softly while lying to everyone, including himself. Zara shows up like the hot demon guidance counselor, offering “help” with his blocked memories and then sliding her hand down his chest as she describes the island tearing reality open. She wants the secrets, the rifts, the raw corruption, and she’s ready to spread her legs or someone else’s to get it. Group scenes feel like rituals gone wrong. People are moaning, bodies tangled, and in the background there’s this feeling that something is watching, that the island is feeding off all that sex. One moment you’re in a tender almost-romance with Rachel on the sofa, her head on your shoulder, the next you’re knee-deep in a magical gangbang that might literally open a portal. The story acts like it cares about Ben’s guilt and mental state, then hands you a teasing choice like “comfort her” or “possess her mind for a while” and both options feel right for different disgusting reasons. Watching him flirt between sweet, scared boy and cold, dominant bastard made me feel like I was doing character research and jacking off at the same time, which is exactly as fucked up as it sounds.

Takuro landing in Saint Arcadia feels like someone dropped a horny shonen protagonist into a hentai visual novel and forgot to give him a filter. It’s this “nice transfer guy” vibe on the surface, but the whole school is basically a pressure cooker of thirsty girls, teachers, and those strict student council types pretending they care about discipline while they’re secretly dripping. The game doesn’t even waste much time pretending to be innocent. One minute you’re sitting in this prim classroom with all the usual school crap, next minute the class rep is locking the door and explaining the rules of her “oral exam” with her mouth full. And yeah, his “special power” is exactly what you think it is: he fucks like he’s min-maxed a sex stats spreadsheet in a JRPG, and the girls treat it like a rare resource to capture or abuse.

What hit me is how fast it slides from goofy wish-fulfillment into this twisted power game. You’ve got the dom girls who put a collar on him, tie him up and make him cum just with toys and dirty whispering, like they’re trying to prove they own his dick. Then on another route there’s blackmail, where he suddenly flips the script, uses some secret he finds out, and you get that messed up “you thought you were in control, now open your legs and beg for it” vibe. One run I ended up in a clubroom scene with two girls going down on him at the same time, playing this cruel little game where one deepthroats, the other licks his ass, and they argue who can make him shoot harder. The voices there really help, they moan and gasp in that shameless Japanese way, panting through multiple penetrations, and yeah, sometimes the fake sobbing is a bit much, I had to mute my speakers and swap to headphones on my phone like I’m hiding porn from my own walls. There is also this weirdly hot scene where a teacher makes him “study after class,” riding him in the empty classroom, tits bouncing on his face while she worries about being seen, but still keeps fucking him harder.

The exhibition stuff is where it gets extra filthy. Like that moment in the hallway where a girl is jerking him off behind a pillar, classmates walking by, and she insists he can’t cum until someone looks in their direction. Or the rooftop scene where she sits on his cock, skirt pulled up, panties pushed aside, pretending to talk about homework while he’s fucking her from behind and she’s trying not to moan too loud. There’s even a sleep sex bit that honestly made me pause: him sliding his fingers into a sleeping girl’s pussy, then slowly pushing his cock in while she’s half-awake, mumbling his name, not really pushing him away either. The game doesn’t moralize, it just goes “yeah, this is happening” and moves on. Anal shows up less than I expected, but when it does, it’s usually tied to some “punishment” scene from a dominant girl, making him lick her pussy first, then ramming his cock into her ass while she calls him her toy, which is hilarious because he’s the one with the super dick. The only thing that annoyed me is one line in the UI they never translated properly, just sits there in Japanese and every time I see it I get slightly pissed, then immediately forget because someone is bouncing on his lap and screaming his name again.