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.

I don’t know who came up with the idea to mash Makima, Zelda, and Tsunade into the same world, but whoever it was probably spilled beer on their keyboard halfway through writing the script - and that’s what makes *D20 Magic Dice* feel alive. It’s messy, horny, strangely sentimental at times, like watching late-night anime reruns after a breakup. You’re talking to this dice thing (yeah, an actual dice), and before you even realize it, it’s making your thoughts real. Not just the good ones. I rolled a 3 once and ended up in some half-lit tavern where Widowmaker was arm wrestling Rumi for no reason while Zelda flirted with the bartender. I think I lost track of the main plot two minutes in, but it didn’t matter. The game doesn’t care either, it just keeps throwing beautiful chaos in your lap, all soft skin and heavy breathing mixed with dumb jokes about mana points.

What I liked most is how it doesn’t pretend to be clever. The dialogue’s sometimes broken, and the pacing jumps like old VHS tape - one second you’re teasing Ada Wong, next second Tsunade’s lecturing you about responsibility while sitting on your lap. There’s some strange comfort in that inconsistency. I did wish there were more sound options though; moans hit too loud compared to everything else, made me lower volume quick before neighbors got curious. And yet, when Makima whispers in that weirdly calm tone, you kinda forgive every bug. Maybe nostalgia blinds me - I grew up on janky flash hentai crossovers, and this feels like one resurrected from 2009. The dice mechanic almost feels secondary to the conversations, which twist between sincere and absurd so fast it makes you laugh mid-erection.

Sometimes I forget which universe I’m even in - Naruto? Overwatch? Who cares. The worlds blur, the clothes vanish, and someone says something about destiny while you’re trying not to roll another damn six. Three words? Chaotic, filthy, affectionate. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?

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.

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.