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.

There’s this weird horny comfort in the way the Academy feels both serious and completely trashy at the same time. You’re “the doctor”, the last one not dead or infected, but the game doesn’t really care about making you feel noble. It cares about putting you in a magic school full of witches who somehow always need physical exams that turn into groping, massages that slide into fingering, “magical checkups” where you’re basically encouraged to stare at their tits while pretending it’s clinical. The virus plot is just enough to make everyone act desperate. Girls knock on your door like, “Professor, I think the curse is spreading to my chest…” and yeah, you know very well what the dev wants you to click next. You walk around the academy, check the schedule, manage who gets what treatment, but really it feels like you are managing how quickly they lose their shame. There’s a management system tied to supplies and research and all that, but half the time you’re just min-maxing how many excuses you can get to see another girl undress for “testing”. It’s trashy in a way that actually feels honest.

The real hook for me is how much it leans into voyeur stuff without making it the whole point. There’s this scene early on where you discover a hidden passage that looks like it was built just for perverts long before you were born. Tiny slits in the wall, right into the girls’ bath, or the dorm showers, or the practice rooms where they do “focus exercises” completely naked because “fabric interferes with mana flow”. You can stand there, in the dark corridor, watching this one redhead witch practicing spells while she fingers herself to “charge the ritual”. You’re supposed to collect data about symptoms, but the game actually tracks how long you keep spying. The more you peek, the more the story bends toward corruption. It never tells you directly, but you start feeling that the academy itself is kind of alive, feeding on exhibitionism. One girl starts pretending she doesn’t see you, even though she clearly looks at the wall where the hole is. Another one suddenly “forgets” to close the curtain when changing into her cosplay outfit for some stupid school event. She wears these cheap magical girl clothes that look like they came from AliExpress, all pastel and too tight around her huge chest, and you’re sitting there thinking, “This is the stupidest thing” while also rock hard.

The best scenes are when the medical side, the magic side and the porn side crash together. There is a massage event where you are “rubbing a special potion” into a student’s legs to prevent the virus from spreading. It starts totally serious, you’re checking her pulse with magic, adjusting mana flow, that kind of nerdy fantasy roleplay. Then the camera slowly slides up to her panties. She keeps asking if it is “really necessary to go higher” and the game lets you be either professional for two seconds or just go straight to full perv. If you keep it clinical, she blushes even more, which somehow feels way dirtier. And of course, the more you abuse your role, the more the academy rewards you with new “duties”. You suddenly get asked to lead “intimate mana compatibility exams” in a locked room. Vaginal exams that could be normal, but you start thrusting fingers and the animation actually shows her trying to keep her dignity and failing. It’s not subtle. It doesn’t pretend to be. One moment you’re picking which student to prioritize in your daily schedule, trying to balance research and reputation, the next moment you’re buried between the legs of some top-ranked witch who swears she will curse you if you stop. The tone jumps all over the place and somehow that makes it hotter, like you’re always one step from ruining the academy completely and you kind of want to.

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.

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.