Kid with fresh trauma, dead parents, and a brain full of horny daydreams gets invited to live with his own fantasy: the hot teacher with the perfect ass who always leans over the desk just a bit too far. On paper it sounds like a pity offer, right? “Stay with my family until things get better.” In reality it’s more like dropping him into a jungle of polite smiles, fake kindness and a milf who knows damn well every boy in class stares at her tits. He hesitates, because her son is that asshole from school who steals lunch money and calls everyone loser. But she looks at him with those soft eyes, that tight blouse, and suddenly sleeping under the same roof as the bully’s mom feels like a sin that’s worth burning for. Of course he says yes. Hormones are stronger than common sense.

The house is not normal. You notice it first in the little things. The way the “big brother” talks on the phone like he’s ordering a beating instead of pizza. The quiet guys in suits who show up, bow, and pretend they’re just business partners. The way the teacher, this kind of warm, patient woman at school, turns cold and sharp in the kitchen when she’s whispering about “problems that must vanish.” It’s a yakuza nest with homework on the table and a mom who cooks curry while wearing a skirt that barely hides her thick hips. While the son acts like he owns the world, the new boy starts sliding under his shadow, sneaking glances at his mom’s curves, her heavy breasts bouncing when she walks from the bathroom in a towel, the outline of her pussy barely covered, like she’s forgotten someone else lives there now. Or maybe she didn’t forget at all. Hard to say.

At school, the drama looks like a stupid romance anime at first. Teasing in the hallway, cheap jokes, girls whispering that the new boy is “so tragic, poor thing” while staring at his crotch when they think he doesn’t notice. There’s this weird humor in how people flirt with him. One classmate acts innocent, then asks very detailed questions about what he thinks of older women, then pretends it was a joke. Another girl “accidentally” falls on his lap in the library and he ends up with her ass pressed on his dick while she giggles, way too happy. But the real mindfuck happens back home, late, when the door is slightly open and the teacher is in her bedroom, touching herself while watching some shitty romance movie on her tablet, her moans soft at first, then deeper, and he just stands there, hard as rock, listening. Later she pretends nothing happened, serving breakfast like normal, but her hand lingers too long when she passes him the jam. One evening she helps him study and somehow her cleavage is almost in his face, her perfume sweet and thick in his lungs, and he finally snaps, kisses her, expecting a slap. Instead she kisses back, slow, hungry, like she’s been waiting, her tongue teasing, her lips wet. Clothes go missing. Her big tits are in his hands, heavy and warm, nipples hard, and he ends up buried inside her on the sofa, her moans low so the rest of the house doesn’t hear, her body pushing back into every deep thrust. She rides him later, straddling him in the dark, whispering “don’t cum yet” then pulling him in deeper until he fills her, creampie after creampie, while she clenches around him like she owns his soul. Around all that, the yakuza tension keeps rising, jealousy grows, and more women start circling him like he’s fresh meat in a bloody family war, but he still keeps sneaking into her room like an addict who only needs one drug: the bully’s mom, spread on her bed, legs open, ready for another round.

Sweaty locker room smell, tennis balls bouncing somewhere in the background, and this idiot golden boy who used to be hot shit and now can barely keep his serve straight. That is kind of the whole flavor here. You play this high school tennis prodigy in Japan who is stuck in a slump, and the game just leans really hard into that mix of sports drama and horny chaos. One minute you are trying to focus on drills, watching the coach’s muscles flex while he corrects your stance, the next minute your brain is not thinking about the ball at all but about how that same coach would feel grinding against you from behind in the shower. It does not pretend to be subtle. The writing is sometimes cheesy, like those Wattpad sports fanfics, but because it is always from this slightly insecure, too-horny-for-his-own-good guy, it kind of works. Or it does not. I am still not sure.

The tennis part is not fake, which surprised me. There are actual matches, practice routines, choices about training and rest. Sometimes you are mid rally and the game cuts to a memory of the last time you got bent over a bench in the empty gym, and then you miss a shot. That mix of focus and distraction feels very teen. Your character is supposed to be this future star, but half his energy is going into checking out the other guys: the tall rival with the perfect shoulders, the goofy teammate with a bubble ass peeking out from too-tight shorts, the furry club manager who shows up in a kigurumi costume that looks silly until the route turns really filthy. The furry stuff appears quietly at first, just small hints and jokes, and then at some point there is a scene where a big wolf guy is pinning you down, your legs pushed up, and you realize the game was never shy about where it wanted to go. Anal scenes are not all copy paste either. Sometimes it is rough, sweaty and stupid, with you trying to keep quiet in the school equipment room so nobody hears. Sometimes it is slow and almost romantic, two guys on a futon surrounded by tennis trophies, bodies still sore from practice. I liked that they actually show the body types: actual muscle definition, not just twinks, you get big chests, thighs that look like they can crush your skull, and yeah, the animator clearly has a thing for backs and calves. At least once I caught myself zooming in on one of the CGs on my phone like a perv in a crowded train, because the way the sweat is drawn on the spine is just that nice.

What got me off balance was how often the tone jumps around. You will be having this tense match, the rival glaring at you across the net, and the game is building this serious sports mood, then boom, you are in a scene where he corners you in a narrow corridor, grabs your wrist, and tells you he is going to fuck the frustration out of you. I laughed the first time because it comes almost too fast, but then the scene runs long and detailed, you get dirty talk, clumsy condom fumbling, that small panic when you realize you never properly stretched for this and he is thicker than you expected. The school setting makes it a little extra nasty, in that good way: desks pushed aside, chalk dust on your knees, a sticky spot on the blackboard that is definitely not from the teacher. Men’s locker room, wet tiles, someone’s phone on a bench buzzing with LINE notifications while two guys are pressed together under the showerhead, water washing away lube that never should have been there in the first place. It even works fine on mobile, which I honestly did not expect; I played it mostly on my Android while pretending to check WhatsApp, and those small choices and CGs still look good enough. There are places where I wish the game slowed down a bit and let the sports story breathe more, but it keeps jumping back to sex, and in a way that is exactly what the main character would do himself, so maybe it fits too well. Anyway, if your brain likes the mix of tennis, sweaty boys, and guys getting their asses pounded behind the school gym, this thing kind of crawls under your skin and stays there.

This thing hits you in the face right away. You open it and the game just starts calling you a pathetic virgin like it knows what tabs you had open before. Male protagonist, first year uni in late 90s Wales, stuck in that ugly campus mix of shitty carpet, nicotine stains, and horny brain. Everyone thinks you will die alone, and frankly the game agrees. Then the goth girl walks in like a walking middle finger to your self-esteem. Tall, boots, chains, black lipstick that looks like it tastes of smoke and cheap vodka. She is not your cute “secretly soft” goth. She is full female domination mode. She enjoys humiliating you, and the game really lets her. Public teasing in hallways, denial until you literally beg, exhibitionism moments where she pushes you close to being seen, and then pulls away only to grind on someone actually confident while you watch from the corner. If you hate netorare, this is a hate crime. If you like it, you will have your hand on your phone more than on your textbook.

What caught me off guard is how the corruption is not only sexual but social. The more you let her step on you, the more other people on campus join the act, and the POV stuff gets nasty. You see her big ass riding someone else through a cracked door while you are forced to hold her bag like an idiot. Or she sends you pics of her sucking off a dude from the football team, with your unread essays visible on your desk in the background. There is voyeurism everywhere, even when you are not the viewer. Sometimes you are the thing being watched: being paraded around as the loser virgin toy in a group chat that you are not even allowed to post in. The game even throws a milf teacher at you, but in that mean way, like, you think “finally, someone kind” and suddenly you are watching her get pounded by a classmate while she grades your paper with a red pen and one hand on his abs. The humor is cruel and honestly kind of funny, like that scene where your phone autocorrects “please” to “pee” while you are begging her to let you cum, and she just runs with it in a way I am still slightly disturbed by. There is a whole mobile phone layer built into the game, with apps that feel suspiciously like WhatsApp and Instagram where you keep scrolling old chats trying to find where exactly your dignity died, then getting distracted by AI generated CG of her in a “maybe pregnant, maybe not” ending that hits way harder than it should. I still cannot forgive the tiny thing where notification sounds are slightly off from real apps and my brain kept twitching every single time, but yeah, I kept playing anyway.

Three hungover college idiots skip orientation, think they’re clever, and end up trapped in the most fucked up “sex education” punishment class the campus ever invented. That’s basically the pitch, but it hits different when you’re inside it. You’re stuck as the main girl, sitting there in this quiet classroom on a Saturday morning, thighs pressed together under a too-short skirt, while a teacher who looks like she walked out of a porn search for “milf professor with dangerous tits” explains how they’re going to “correct your behavior” using very hands-on lessons. On paper it’s just a kinetic novel, so no choices, but it kinda works like watching some fucked up series where you’re also inside the head of the main character, feeling every bit of her embarrassment and horniness. One second she’s trying to act innocent, next she’s on her knees under the desk, sucking cock so she doesn’t fail the course.

The nice thing is how it takes its time before going completely off the rails. First you get that school vibe, the awkward small talk between the three students, the quiet sounds in the hallway, the teacher acting strict but calm. Then you notice how her blouse buttons are just one second away from exploding, and her ass fills the skirt like gravity is working extra overtime on it. When she starts the “practical part”, it’s not just “everyone fuck now”. She calls you out first for skipping, makes you stand in front, checks your “body awareness” by literally groping your tits in front of everyone, slipping her hand under your bra and pretending it’s scientific. The two other students watch, shifting in their seats, and you feel the heat in your cheeks at the same time as the wetness between your legs. Oh, and she’s not just into guys. She gets on her knees, lifts your skirt and starts tasting you like some kind of reward for “honesty”, tongue working slow, fingers teasing, while the boys are ordered to sit still and not touch themselves. Of course they fail, and that’s when the group stuff kicks in. You get pushed on the teacher’s desk, legs spread, one guy eating you out while the other rams your mouth, and the milf holds your wrists and whispers filth in your ear about how bad girls need extra lessons. At some point she brings out a vibrator from her drawer like it’s a normal school supply and presses it against your clit while you’re already full, and the whole thing gets messy in a good way, lots of cum, spit, and that feeling like your brain left your body.

What caught me off guard is how the story keeps slipping little personal bits in between all the fucking. The main girl tries to act tough but you can tell she’s got this weird thing with authority, like every time the teacher raises her voice she gets wetter. There’s this short quiet moment in the restroom where she’s alone, staring at herself in the mirror, then she just gives up and starts masturbating in the stall, fingers buried deep, replaying what just happened in class, grinding her palm on her clit so hard you can almost hear it. And it doesn’t stay only student/teacher either. One of the older women involved in running the course looks suspiciously like she could be related to you, in a way that makes your stomach twist a bit, but the game just leans into it like “ok, that’s a thing now”. She hugs you a little too long, her hand sliding over your ass, telling you that “keeping it in the family” makes everything easier to hide, and before you can think too hard about it, you’re half naked on her lap, her fingers deep inside you while she orders the others around like it’s a private porn shoot. There’s girl on girl scenes that feel more intimate, with slow licking, soft kisses, big tits pressed together and hands exploring, then it flips again and you’re being used by multiple people at once, pulled, grabbed, choked a bit, toys shoved inside you until you forget you were supposed to be “learning” anything. It’s kinda relaxing in a fucked up way, like real life shit stops existing and your whole universe shrinks to that tiny school room full of sweat, tongues, and bad decisions.