You’ll find multiple curvy women, all caught in fluid, enticing motions. Don’t be fooled into thinking it’s just some occult ceremony - there’s more going on here. Examining the display closely, you notice the delicate dance of limbs and objects.

The platform holds its ground, motionless, as the ball drifts and spins overhead. This isn’t fantasy - the platform’s motion is dictated by your grip on the handles, precise and real.

Hit the ball, and the platform often glides the other way, keeping you on your toes. When the screen shows two beauties, focus your strike on the leftmost figure.

Watch closely - the platform has a mind of its own, rising and falling in sync with the erotic rhythm. Nothing escapes gravity’s grasp; if it’s time to fall, fall it must.

This isn’t just pong or arcanoid - it’s a provocative dance where every hit strips down the real models on screen.

The women, dressed in naughty schoolgirl gear, move with teasing smiles, daring you to take control.

You won’t just play - you’ll get lost in the sensual rhythm of bouncing balls and revealing moves.

Hold the handles tight, anticipate the moves, and unleash the ball in a world where arcade meets seduction.

Let the game consume you.

U.A. is supposed to be this holy temple of justice, right, where everyone dreams big about saving the world in tight outfits and heroic poses. Here it feels more like a horny pressure cooker where every “quirk” argument ends with someone half naked and the moral high ground just quietly dies in the corner. The game takes that whole heroic ideal from the anime and twists it just enough that you keep asking yourself, “Is this still parody, or did we just confess something dark about power and sex and school uniforms?” and then you click the next dialog option anyway, because you want to see if the teacher actually locks the door this time. She does, obviously.

What really messed with me is how normal everything pretends to be at the start. It looks like a silly visual novel joke: silly sound effects, characters that feel like cheap copies of the originals, all big eyes and exaggerated boobs stuffed into uniforms that clearly violate every dress code ever. At first you laugh because it is so over the top. The hero talk, the “we must study hard” stuff, the goofy villain threats. Then the game slowly shifts into this rhythm where studying is just foreplay for another sex scene and “fighting evil” is sort of an excuse to pin a classmate against a wall, or to “reward” a girl for not failing some test. You think you are playing the brave student, but really you are playing the guy who uses the badge of hero to get away with things that, in real life, would feel pretty fucked up. And still, you keep chasing new CGs like some moral philosopher with his dick out, telling himself it is “research on ethics of consent under power imbalance”. I caught myself thinking about Kant during a blowjob scene and I am still not proud of that.

Most of the scenes are funny until they are not. A villain appears, does the usual cartoon evil routine, and seconds later the tension flips into sex like it was scripted by a very horny algorithm. It is hot, I admit that. The bodies are drawn with almost rude detail, the way the clothes cling and then slip, the way the uniform skirt rides up just enough before it is yanked out of the way. There is one moment in a classroom, late, where a character is explaining some heroic principle while sitting on a desk with her legs apart, and you realize the “lesson” is pure roleplay, the chalkboard behind her still full of equations that no one is ever going to finish. The game almost never stops to ask if this world of future saviors should be this soaked in sex. It just assumes: power plus stress plus puberty equals constant fucking. In a way that honesty is more disturbing than if it tried to justify itself. Being a superhero here is not about saving people. It is about having a socially acceptable reason to be everywhere, to peek into danger and into panties at the same time. It is stupid and arousing and morally dirty, and the worst part is how easy it is to click “next” and let ethics wait until you close the browser.

First thing that hit me with this little browser game was this weird mix of cheap bar pool energy and old-school gravure DVD vibes. You’ve got this blonde in a tight schoolgirl uniform, like something ripped out from early 2000s image sets, all pleated skirt and long legs and that “I know exactly what you’re here for” look. She’s not an anime drawing, she’s a real model, and you feel it right away. The way she shifts her weight when she leans on the pool table, the folds on her blouse not lining up perfectly, tiny imperfections in her skin. That stuff wakes up the old otaku brain that remembers hunting half-broken AV clips on LimeWire and watching them stutter in Windows Media Player. It’s nostalgic, but kinda filthy in a nice way.

The setup is simple: you play billiards and poker at the same time, and her clothes are basically your scoreboard. You sink a ball, it’s not just “nice shot”, it also means you’re throwing away the same number of cards and screwing around with your hand. At first it feels stupid, like someone mashed two games together after a night of cheap beer, but suddenly you’re worrying about whether you should go for that tricky corner shot, because hitting too many balls means you dump too many cards and your hand turns into trash. Then she does this slow striptease when you win a round, pulling at her tie, playing with the buttons, bra peeking when you’ve actually managed to not screw up the last draw. There’s a really specific moment where she bends over the table to “check your shot” and the camera angle is just high enough that you’re staring straight down the open collar of her shirt, and honestly it felt more dirty than a lot of hardcore stuff, just because it’s so obviously staged to tease.

I kind of wish the UI didn’t look like it came from a cheap Flash casino site someone slapped together in a weekend, but at the same time that crusty feel is exactly what gives it charm. Like those old browser hentai games you found by accident on Internet Explorer when you should have been doing homework. Sometimes the rhythm gets weird: you get all horny from a slow strip moment, then suddenly you’re stuck staring at your cards thinking “shit, do I toss this pair and hope for a straight” while the mood cools off a bit. The pacing is like a drunk pool night: sometimes everything lines up and you’re smooth, other times you’re missing easy shots and she’s just standing there smirking, not taking off anything because you misplayed your hand like an idiot. I liked that, but also it pissed me off. There’s this tiny sound delay when the balls hit each other that annoyed the hell out of me and now I can’t stop thinking about it. Still, when she finally slips off that skirt after a lucky combo of balls and cards, and you see her in just her panties and that half-open blouse, it feels like one of those old Newgrounds-era erotic games grew up a bit, but not too much. Just enough to keep that slightly dirty, cheap, but very honest porn game soul.

Fun and sexy – this is exactly how street shows should be nowadays! Our stunning blonde model in a short skirt takes care of the sexy part, slowly peeling off her clothes. Meanwhile, you’re in charge of the real challenge in our tricky version of a covering game.

Your focus and skill determine how much skin gets revealed. Every correct move brings her closer to total exposure. Fail, and the crowd’s enthusiasm fades, leaving both you and her frustrated.

This game isn’t just about watching, it demands your full attention. Mixing sensuality with strategy, it’s an intoxicating ride that pulls you deeper into the street show’s pulsing energy.

Feel the rush as you uncover. The crowd’s cheers grow louder with every success, pushing you to play smarter, faster, more precise.

Ready to take control and bring the heat? Then dive into this intoxicating mix of striptease and mind games. Every move counts, every moment teases, and every success means more skin on display. Don’t just watch the show - become the reason it happens.