So there I was, expecting another generic isekai trash game, but this hell-school thing actually caught me off guard. The premise sounds stupid at first - truck-kun strikes again, right? But then you're stuck being principal of some twisted academy where anime waifus end up trapped. The she-devil who recruits you has this whole seductive manipulation thing going on, and honestly? Her voice acting isn't terrible for what looks like a budget production. You get thrown into this weird city managing all these girls from different series - Tsunade's there looking magnificent as always, Sakura's being her usual self, even got Makima which... damn, that woman's dangerous even in pixel form.

The sandbox elements let you wander around freely, but sometimes I got lost trying to figure out what triggers certain scenes. Mai Sakurajima shows up and suddenly I'm having Bunny Girl Senpai flashbacks to my younger days discovering ecchi anime. The groping mechanics feel clunky though - like they just slapped them in without much thought. Oral scenes are surprisingly well animated for such a rough-looking game, especially with Boa Hancock who knows exactly what she's doing. But then Hinata's scenes feel rushed compared to others? Makes no sense. The male domination stuff ranges from playful teasing to more intense moments, and you can choose how far to push things with each girl.

What really gets me is the moral choice system - help these trapped waifus escape or drag them deeper into corruption for your demonic boss. Some paths lead to genuine romance while others... well, let's just say Nobara Kugisaki has some very explicit punishment scenes if you go the darker route. The vaginal sex animations could use work but there's something raw about the whole experience that reminds me of those early flash games we used to play in secret. Zero Two's route especially had me making choices I probably shouldn't admit to. Not gonna lie, spent way too many hours trying to unlock everything with Nami.

So you're telling me someone made a Simpsons porn game where you're basically reliving high school but with all the MILF characters from Springfield? Yeah, that's... actually kind of brilliant in the most degenerate way possible. The setup is weird as hell - you're this college-aged dude who somehow ends up living with the Simpson family and attending adult education classes filled with women who couldn't finish school on time. Like, why is Marge there? Did she drop out to have Bart? The logic doesn't matter because honestly, who's playing this for the plot consistency?

The whole thing plays like someone's horny fever dream crossed with a life simulator. You've got your basic needs to manage - shower regularly or just spam deodorant like some kind of antisocial gremlin, get a job to afford gifts for the ladies, and navigate this bizarre social ecosystem where you're flirting with everyone from Lisa's teacher Ms. Krabappel to that country singer Lurleen who appeared in like three episodes. The corruption mechanics are pretty standard fare, you know the drill - start innocent, gradually push boundaries until you're balls deep in cartoon pussy. What gets me is how they included deep cuts like Janey Powell and the Mackleberry twins. Someone really did their homework on Springfield's female population.

But here's where it gets actually interesting - the sandbox nature means you can completely ignore half the cast and just focus on your favorites. Want to spend the entire game trying to bang Marge while Homer's at work? Go for it. More interested in the school setting with younger characters? They got you covered. The voyeurism elements add this creepy layer where you're basically stalking these women around town, which... look, it's fucked up but it works for what this is. The animated scenes aren't anything revolutionary but they do the job, and there's enough variety in the handjobs and vaginal scenes to keep things from getting too repetitive. Though honestly, the humor is hit or miss - sometimes it captures that Simpsons wit, other times it feels like bad fanfiction written by a horny teenager.

There is this messy, horny little college story where you play a girl who is absolutely not ready for “serious study” and only kind of pretending she is. It feels like someone grabbed a regular school-life dating sim, spilled a bottle of gay all over it, and just left it there to dry. You are this thirsty heroine on campus, surrounded by girls who look sweet and soft at first and then suddenly you are pressed against a locker with a hand sliding under your shirt and you realize this game is lying to you when it calls itself “cute” and “simple”. It is cute, yeah, until your roommate crawls onto your bed at night whispering she “can’t sleep” and then her fingers are under your panties, and you are stuck choosing between moaning into her mouth or pushing her away and pretending you are not soaked. Those are the choices that matter here, not grades.

What I like is how the school setting actually works as a horny playground. Empty classrooms after club hours, the dark little corner of the library between boring history shelves, that outdoor bench where you are supposed to “discuss homework” but instead you have a girl sitting in your lap, skirt hitched up, grinding on your thigh while trying not to make a sound because there is a teacher walking past the window. The game lets you be shameless if you want. You can lean into the groping, reach under another girl’s blazer right in the hallway, feel her tits through the bra, fingers digging into soft flesh while she gasps and looks around to see if anyone is watching. Or you can play the slow-burn type, all hand brushes and stolen kisses behind the gym, until she finally pushes you against the wall and forces your legs open with her knee. The 3D style has that slightly plastic look sometimes, like someone used too much smoothing in Blender, but the way the girls shift their weight when you touch them, the little hip movements when you grab their ass, that actually sells the lewd part more than any fancy filter. Her thighs jiggle just a bit when she rides your face on her dorm bed, and yeah, that made me stare way longer than I want to admit.

What surprised me is how the game quietly tracks how much of a slut you decide to be. You can aim to kiss half the campus, loading your phone with thirsty messages that feel like they came straight out of a chaotic Discord server at midnight, or you can focus on just one girl and watch her get clingy as hell. There was this one scene where I skipped hanging out with a flirty art major to study with the shy bookworm instead, and she ended up straddling my lap in the library, grinding down on me while hiding her face in my neck, and I actually felt guilty for ghosting the other girl on the in-game chat. The notification sound is weirdly loud though, like Telegram on full volume, and it kept pulling me out of the moment in the least sexy way. Anyway. The lesbian stuff is not shy at all. Tongues, wet sounds, panties pulled to the side in a cramped bathroom stall, your own hand buried between another girl’s legs while she bites your shoulder to keep from screaming. The game pretends to be all fluffy romance, but every “accidental” touch is just a setup for you to shove her against a desk later and finger her until she begs. It is clumsy in places, some lines feel like they came from Google Translate, but honestly that just makes it match my own brain when I am staring at a girl’s tits instead of listening to the story. The heroine is “so so thirsty”, the dev wrote that like a joke, but after a few scenes you realize you are the same, clicking the filthiest choice every time just to see how many girls you can make cum before midterms.

I swear this game messed with my head more than any so-called “psychological” visual novel ever did. You wake up rich, spoiled, surrounded by girls who look like they stepped straight out of some fever-dream crossover - like, imagine Asuka Langley arguing with Hinata about who gets to sit closer to you at breakfast, and then Merlin just casually walks in wearing nothing but a towel that doesn’t even try to do its job. It’s ridiculous, yet there’s something weirdly believable about it. Maybe because the dream logic fits too well: everything looks perfect, but your brain keeps whispering that something’s off. I liked that uneasy feeling until it got buried under all the moaning and skin. Then again, maybe that’s the point - when reality breaks, people reach for pleasure first. Or I’m overthinking pixels again.

There’s this scene - I won’t spoil too much - but you’re supposed to choose between helping Yor Forger study or letting Jinx drag you to her room. I picked Yor, thinking it’d be wholesome. Yeah, right. Five clicks later she’s on the desk, glasses half-off, saying things no spy should ever say. The animation isn’t flawless; sometimes her eyes lag behind her face, which made me laugh when I shouldn’t have. But that glitchy charm stuck with me longer than any of the polished stuff. And the sound design? Way too real. My cheap headphones couldn’t handle Tsunade’s voice purring through them. Still, I kept replaying the same moment like an idiot chasing déjà vu.

Funny thing: I started playing for the sexy chaos, but ended up stuck thinking about that blank-memory setup. Like maybe the main guy deserves the confusion. Maybe we all do. It’s a horny game pretending to be philosophical - or a philosophical game pretending to be horny. Doesn’t matter. When Nami whispers something about “remembering the wrong things,” I actually paused. Then I unpaused, because, well… she was already moving.