Mira wakes up in a world that looks like somebody mashed together Skyrim mods, a horny D&D campaign and a trashy isekai anime they binge-watched on Crunchyroll while drunk. There are lecture halls with projectors and chalkboards, but outside the window you see floating ruins and half-dead eldritch skeletons drifting across the sky like they missed their bus. She’s supposed to be a “proper” adventurer-in-training, learning about mana theory and ancient rituals, but every time she walks down the academy corridor she ends up in some kind of mess involving too-short uniforms, invisible runes that definitely should not be glowing under her skirt, and at least one girl staring a bit too long at her thighs. The game just lets that linger. It loves the moment before anything actually happens, when you realise the class of mostly monster girls is way too interested in watching her squirm.

It plays like that friend in Discord who keeps sending you horny screenshots at work. One scene you’re in a serious lecture about old gods, the next you’re in the campus bathhouse where the tiles are foggy and someone “accidentally” left the door lock undone. There is a slow, lazy focus on skin, curves, texture, like the camera enjoys being a pervert as much as the player. The orc teacher with biceps like tree trunks leans over Mira to “correct her stance,” and her tank top rides up just a little too much, and you get a solid ten seconds of watching Mira pretend she isn’t staring at those abs. The demon girl has this perfect smug-face that feels like half of Twitter thirst posts, tail flicking while she backs Mira against a locker and whispers about all the things a proper mage’s body can endure. The satyr girl hides behind textbooks that are clearly too small to cover her boobs, especially when a stray wind spell blows through the courtyard. People in the background notice, their eyes follow, but nobody says it out loud; the whole game is like public indecency that society collectively agrees to ignore because it is fun to watch.

The school loves rules about modesty and discipline that exist only to be broken in front of an audience. Short skirts are “within regulations” if they technically cover the ass, which they do, until some enchanted gust flips Mira’s hem up right as she walks past a group of human supremacist boys who are very obviously trying not to look and failing miserably. The girls definitely look. There is a quiet lesbian hunger in almost every shot: the elf prodigy correcting Mira’s spell circle while her fingers linger way too long on Mira’s hip; the orc woman giving praise in that slow low voice that sounds more like a bedroom than a classroom; the satyr trying to explain lore while her eyes keep dropping to Mira’s cleavage like she forgot where faces are located. You are not just watching sex, you are watching people watch each other, watching them realise they’re into it. The humor hits that horny-gremlin vibe, like someone took the energy of late-night Reddit threads and stuffed it into a magical campus: boob jokes next to cosmic horror, panty flashes in the library where the books whisper about dead gods. It should not work, but it kind of does, especially when the camera just sits there while Mira pretends she doesn’t love being seen, her blush fighting with that tiny smirk at the corner of her mouth that says she really, really does.

Jamie feels like that guy you see in every Discord server who’s always online, always “one more match,” and somehow still confused why his life is going to shit. The game throws you into his head and also out of it, since you hop to other points of view too, but it never asks what you think. It just drags you through this messy school-life drama where sex is basically the only honest language anybody speaks. One minute you’re in the classroom with all the usual fake politeness, the next you’re watching a hand slide under a desk, fingers pressing into thigh, then panties, then nothing. And because it’s kinetic, you don’t get that safety of “oh I’ll pick the nice option.” There is no nice option. Stuff just happens, and it gets worse, and you kind of hate it and keep clicking anyway.

Kim is supposed to be the “good girl,” loyal and patient while Jamie hides in his games, but the story keeps poking holes in that fake ideal. She’s waiting for him, horny, frustrated, touching herself alone while he’s busy chasing loot instead of her tits. Then William shows up, all calm and composed, the kind of guy who actually listens, and you know where that goes. Not suddenly, not with fireworks, more like slow rot. A shoulder touch at the lockers. A “joke” about how she could do better. Walking her home. Fingers brushing her lower back. Next thing, you’re staring at an internal view of his cock in her, thick and detailed, cum pouring straight into her like she hasn’t had a boyfriend in months. The weird thing is, the game never pauses to guilt-trip anyone. Netorare is just treated like weather: it rains, you get wet, nobody asks permission.

The sex is filthy in that very direct way that doesn’t feel like porn dialogue written by someone who never touched a person. There is anal that isn’t romantic at all, just rough and controlling, with her knees shaking and her mouth saying “no, we can’t” while her body obviously can. There’s groping on the train, hands on big tits while strangers look away, that ugly little realism of harassment where the world pretends nothing is happening. The “trap” angle sneaks in sideways, you think one character is just a shy boy and suddenly you’re watching him get pinned and used, his ass spread open, treated like a toy but there is this tiny flicker of pleasure in his eyes that fucks with your moral compass. The futa and trans stuff doesn’t show up as some big “special episode” either, it just exists in the cast, like yeah, she has a dick and she’s jerking it in the bathroom stall thinking about corrupting someone’s girlfriend later, why are you surprised?

Gay scenes hit different, more like raw territory fights than romance. Two guys testing each other, dominance games in the locker room, a blowjob that starts as a threat and turns into something way more confusing when the “victim” starts pushing back instead of pulling away. There’s interracial stuff folded in without big speeches, just visual contrast and constant power plays, like the game is obsessed with who owns who in every frame. Masturbation is everywhere, almost casual, everyone doing it: Jamie half-hard in bed with his phone, Kim in the shower trying not to say William’s name, some side character hunched over a desk in the empty classroom, panting quietly so the teacher in the next room doesn’t hear. And the whole time, corruption is the slow heartbeat underneath. Nobody wakes up a monster. They just make one small compromise, then one more, until cheating feels less like betrayal and more like gravity. The really annoying part? At one point I tried to scroll back by muscle memory, like on Telegram, to check a line I missed, and my thumb kept hitting the wrong place, and I still don’t know what that one whispered line before the creampie was. It bugs me more than it should.

Japan in this game feels like someone took a horny sci fi reddit thread, fed it into ChatGPT on a bad day, then handed it to a very pervy writer with a school uniform fetish and a grudge. You land there as this kinda average 19-year-old dude, supposed to be an exchange student, pretending you care about classes while your brain is just full of your crush Julie’s tits and that tight ass she keeps pretending she doesn’t notice you staring at. Of course she brings her cute friend Alice, who acts like a good girl but gives you those tiny side glances that say “choke me a little, please.” On top of that, there is this whole mystery about Julie’s missing sister and a company that makes hyper realistic sex dolls, but half the time I kept forgetting about the plot because the game keeps throwing you in situations where you are either groping, being teased, or trying not to cum in your pants in some school hallway. The tone jumps around like crazy: one moment you flirt shyly in a classroom, next you are slapping a doll’s ass raw and making her call you master while your friend is in the next room. That mix actually works better than it should. It feels messy and dirty, in a good way.

The whole “Love Dolls” company thing is the part that stuck with me. Those dolls are basically walking sex toys with soft skin, big tits, big asses, and eyes that look a bit too human when you tell them to open their mouth wider and they just obey without question. They are made to be used, to be trained, to be humiliated. You can press them against a wall, pull their hair, force their legs apart, make them kneel on a cold floor and clean your dick with their tongue while you stare down like they’re nothing. There is this one scene where you are still acting like the innocent foreign student on the outside but behind a locked door you are pushing a doll face down on a school desk, fingers digging into her hips, pounding her so hard the animation actually sells the impact. Her tits bounce, her ass jiggles, she moans like a broken toy, and you know very well you are not supposed to be doing this in a place with textbooks and chalkboards. That mix of “I shouldn’t” and “I really, really will” is where the game shines. It goes from gentle teasing and soft kisses with your crush to rough anal with a doll chained to a bed, and the game barely blinks. You get moments of romance, then suddenly you’re strapping a toy to a girl, making her ride it until she’s shaking, and the MC is just watching with this fucked up curiosity like “what else can I do to her?” It’s not subtle, it’s not classy, and it absolutely doesn’t pretend to be. Which is kind of perfect for what it is.

Three words first: horny, petty, cruel.

This game is basically about a lonely nerd with a hypnosis toy who should never be trusted with actual people, so of course we get to pilot his brain. Classic visual novel flow: click through dialog, pick the fork, watch everyone spiral. Nothing fancy on the surface, but the writing goes way past the usual “boobs appear, brain off” routine. The mind control stuff is mean in a very… careful way. You start with a simple suggestion in some quiet school hallway, like “hey, maybe unbutton your shirt, it’s hot in here,” and ten minutes later she’s standing in front of the whole class, totally dazed, fingers shaking while she peels her uniform open because your guy rewired her to think that’s normal. The humiliation scenes work because the characters actually talk like people first. They complain about homework, they tease each other, they rant about dumb club drama. Then you hit them with the penlight and suddenly the same girl who was rolling her eyes at you is standing there with her tits half out, cheeks on fire, mumbling “this is okay, right?” while everyone stares. That jump from banter to controlled puppet is where the game is nasty in a good way. It’s not subtle, but it knows exactly what it’s doing.

Story branches get wild. One route you slowly train a girl to calm down only when she’s stripping, so every stressful situation turns into her shakily taking off another piece of clothing. Library argument? Off goes the blazer. Teacher scolds her? Skirt on the desk. At some point I saw more bra in that hallway than in my entire Chrome history, and I use Chrome like a degenerate already. Another path leans into romance, which sounds wholesome until you realize your “sweet girlfriend” moments were basically patched together by you rewriting her insecurities. She cuddles up to you on the roof, big soft chest pressed against you, whispering how safe she feels around you, and in the back of your head you remember the literal text choice where you made her associate your voice with pleasure. It hits that uncomfortable place where you’re turned on and also thinking “wow, my protagonist is absolute garbage” and then you click the next sexy option anyway. Some of the teasing scenes are slow burn as hell, like you spend what feels like a full hentai episode just planting small triggers. A phrase here, a little “focus on my eyes” there, making her blush by calling out her underwear color. When it finally pays off and she’s glassy-eyed in the changing room, tugging down her panties because you told her “this is what good girls do,” the payoff feels earned in a really dirty way. Not gonna lie, a couple routes drag, you get chunks of chatter where you just mash mouse button and check Discord on your phone, but then suddenly someone is getting hypnotically convinced that being topless in the clubroom is her duty as class rep and your attention snaps right back. And yeah, sometimes the main guy acts like a whiny Reddit post gained sentience, but then he weaponizes that penlight and the whole tone shifts from loser energy to “oh, this bastard is dangerous.” It’s messy, horny, and way too good at making shame look sexy.