This thing is like someone took a horny Twitch clone, poured vodka on it, and said, “yeah, she’ll be fine.” You’re basically babysitting Kuroi Bara while she claws her way up the streamer food chain, except the “content” she’s selling is… let’s say not exactly Just Chatting. You’re juggling schedules, checking numbers, trying to keep her from burning out, and at the same time slowly nudging her from shy “oh no my shirt slipped” girl into “oh yeah I’m putting this toy in and pretending it’s a viewer request” kind of monster. Half the fun is watching that mental slide. First streams are all cute, nervous, safe stuff, she’s blushing when someone drops a dirty comment. A few in, you’ve got her doing “accidental” nipple flashes, moving her webcam angle lower, putting way too much lotion on her tits while pretending it’s a skin care tutorial. There’s that point where you push her to do a “sleep stream” and then she “wakes up” already wet and acts surprised, and you know exactly who made that happen. Totally wholesome.

What really hooked me is how the management side and the porn bits keep tripping over each other. You’re checking stats like a degenerate social media manager: followers, tips, subs, what tags are hot, how long she can keep teasing before they start spamming for tits. You toss her into a collab and suddenly there’s this other girl on call who’s clearly not just there to talk about games. One moment they’re joking about some old anime that never had a beach episode, next moment they’re kissing on cam and grabbing each other’s tits like they’re checking if they’re real. Then you’re back in menus figuring out what “toy sponsorship” deal to accept, because yeah, brands want her to stick stuff inside herself on camera. Cute. The game really loves teasing. There was this one stream where she spends like ten minutes licking a popsicle and the chat’s losing their minds, and you’re screaming at your screen “just put something in your mouth already.” And when she finally agrees to a blowjob stream, the camera work goes stupidly intimate. Spit, choking, her trying to keep eye contact with the lens while her throat’s full, all that. It’s messy in the right way, and somehow the game still pretends she’s “reluctant” for about five seconds before she starts grinding the desk. I kinda wish the pacing was slower, more like a slow cook stew, but also the fact it jumps from “oops boob slip” to “full-on dildo show on cam” feels like a drunk party where nobody remembers how the clothes disappeared. The only thing that actually annoyed me was one tiny UI button being just slightly off-center and now I can’t stop noticing it. Anyway, yeah, Kuroi starts out being your sweet little streamer dream and ends up masturbating on camera just because the follower count stalled for a bit. Realistic, honestly.

You start as this kinda broke, half‑sleeping journalism student who thinks he’s just chasing some dumb campus rumor, and then suddenly you’re knee‑deep in a blackmail mess where everyone’s horny, half‑guilty and way too hot to be real. It feels like opening a boring Google Doc for class and finding porn screenshots hidden between the paragraphs. One minute you’re asking normal interview questions, next minute a girl is “accidentally” spreading her legs in the library while pretending not to notice, and you’re choosing whether to keep it cool or lean into the pervy energy. The whole thing plays like a dating sim that got drunk and fell into a fetish forum. You bounce around the campus, coffee shop, staff rooms and weird quiet corners in this sandbox routine, chasing leads, sending risky messages, and trying not to jerk off every time the game tosses in a new explicit CG that looks a little too much like something generated at 3x strength on some AI art app.

The four main girls each pull you in a different way, and they’re messy in a very human way. Rina hits you with that “I don’t care about you, idiot” tsundere act, then five clicks later she’s pressing you against a wall and daring you to look her in the eyes while she strokes you off in some half‑lit corridor where anyone could walk in. She calls you a pervert while blushing hard, and then later blackmails you with your own dick pics you stupidly left in chat. Kira is the brainy one, all logic and spreadsheets, helping you track victims and suspects like she’s building a case file in Notion, but her mouth says “professional partner” while her hands wander under the desk, slipping into your pants mid‑conversation about motives. She’ll break down a pattern in the blackmail messages, then casually ask if you’ve ever let a futa girl use your throat like a toy. Sofie at the coffee shop is that chaotic energy. She flirts for tips, remembers your order, and suddenly you’re in the storage room with your pants around your ankles, her tongue sliding slow while she jokes about giving “premium customer service.” She’ll send you a selfie later, bra pushed up, asking if you’re masturbating to it right now. And Mila, the teacher, has that dangerous vibe: soft voice, strict eyes, and this way of stepping way too close when she’s “interrogating” you about the case. Half the time she looks like she wants to fail you; the other half she looks like she wants to bend you over her desk and see how good you scream when she doesn’t let you finish.

What surprised me is how the humor and the dirty stuff keep tripping over each other. One scene you’re grilling a suspect about anonymous blackmail texts, and the next scene you’re helping a girl compose her own anonymous message that’s literally just her teasing she’s not wearing panties in the classroom. There’s this whole exhibition streak running through it: girls flashing you in public spaces, blowjobs in risky corners, forcing you to keep your voice down while they ride you in a room that’s way too close to other people. Some of the AI‑generated CGs look wild, like the hands are a bit cursed or a boob’s angle is kinda off, and I liked it more because of that. It feels raw, like a horny sketchbook, not some polished corporate porn. You’re constantly choosing whether to be sweet, manipulative, romantic, or just absolutely filthy. Sometimes your “good guy” answer somehow leads to even kinkier payoff, which is funny and a bit fucked up. You can go from awkward first kiss to swallowing cum in a bathroom stall in like ten clicks, then sit in your dorm later staring at your in‑game phone, wondering if you should send that risky text that might turn into blackmail power over her or backfire and put your nudes in someone else’s hands. The game doesn’t really care if you play lover, perv, or amateur detective; it just keeps tossing situations where romance, threats, and sex tangle together until you forget if you’re solving the case or just using it as excuse to watch beautiful disasters of girls fall apart on your dick in every wrong place possible.

Mandatory Mentor is like someone mashed a strict study planner with a really horny pet trainer, then dropped the whole mess on a hot empty island and told you “good luck, don’t screw this up.” You’re stuck with Reina, this rich bratty brunette who clearly never opened a textbook in her life and absolutely hates that you suddenly have power over her schedule, her body, basically her whole week. The game calls you her tutor, but let’s be honest, by day two it feels a lot more like you’re breaking in a very spoiled pet who thinks she’s still the princess of Tokyo. She talks back, rolls her eyes, complains about every exercise, and somehow that just makes it better when you finally shut her up with a command, a collar, or a firm smack on her ass after she flunks a quiz she didn’t even try to pass.

The core loop is weirdly simple: teach her, test her, punish or “reward” her depending how hard you want to lean into the humiliation angle. Sometimes you’re actually drilling her on test questions, like some half-serious exam simulator where wrong answers equal more time on her knees. Other times you absolutely forget this girl has an exam and you’re just seeing how far you can push her obedience. There is something funny about it too, not just mean. She’ll come out with these salty little lines when you tell her to recite formulas while wearing nothing but a leash, and the game’s sense of humor keeps things from feeling grim. Or it tries. Then you strap a toy between her legs as a “focus tool” and tell her she can only cum if she solves problems fast enough, and suddenly the joke hits different. The spanking scenes really shine here: her reactions shift over the week from pure outrage to this embarrassed, shaky acceptance, and the sound design for those hits is way too satisfying for something that’s technically “study motivation.” Animated bits give those moments a lot of life; watching her squirm after a failed test with her reddened butt on display kind of erases whatever sympathy you had five minutes ago.

What I like is that you can lean more into teacher mode or just slide full tilt into trainer/domination mode without the game slapping your wrist. One run I actually tried to help her pass properly, keeping the kink as “discipline,” stopping before she broke, letting her keep some pride. Then next run I was basically using the exam excuse to turn her into a needy island pet, tracking how far I could drag her dignity down, locking her in humiliating routines between study blocks, making her say stupid little lines while you correct her answers. The game branches based on that, so you don’t just get a simple pass or fail screen; your attitude shapes what kind of ending you drag her to. Sometimes the joke about being stuck as a coconut collector lands almost like a punchline, sometimes it’s just you and your house-trained Reina on this island you kinda don’t want to leave. There are toys that show up that feel way too advanced for a deserted island, but whatever, porn logic is undefeated. My only real gripe, the one that annoyed me the whole time, is how she sometimes snaps back to her early-level brat personality in scenes where she should be totally broken in already, like the script forgot you smacked the arrogance out of her four days ago. It doesn’t kill the mood, just makes you want to grab her by the chin, remind her who her “mentor” really is, and start the lesson all over again.

Zack is the guy who had everything handed to him way too early and fucked it up in a very believable way. At eighteen he’s the “next big thing”, flashing cameras, fake smiles, everyone grabbing his ass for a photo, then he just ghosts the whole industry right after his own premiere. When you meet him now, he’s not some alpha god, he’s making cappuccinos in a tiny town café, trying to look invisible behind the espresso machine, pretending he doesn’t hear when girls at the tables whisper “is that… him?” You’re not just clicking through flavor text, you’re basically steering this washed-up almost-celebrity through awkward small talk, horny scripts, and old wounds. One minute he’s wiping a table, next minute some blast from his Hollywood past walks in, looking way hotter than he remembers, and suddenly he’s back in that world of fake kisses on camera and real hard-ons between takes. The fun is that you decide if he leans into the casting couch bullshit or if he actually builds real relationships while still letting you stuff him in every available mouth and pussy on the way up.

The sex fits the story instead of just being slapped on top. A director corners him after an audition, reading his lines way too close, brushing fingers over his jaw, and you get the choice: play the good boy, or close the distance, drop to your knees and give him that sloppy, noisy blowjob that clearly isn’t in the script. There are scenes where Zack’s in a trailer with a co-star who can’t keep her hands off him between takes, panties already to the side before the assistant even calls “reset”, and you push him to fuck her deep and raw on that tiny couch, bare, because she wants to feel him spill inside her before they go pretend to be “just friends” on camera. The game doesn’t shy away from letting you finish inside, watch her clench around him and then walk out on set with his cum still dripping while she tries to keep a straight face. At the same time, if you’re more into the slow-burn dating sim vibe, you can have Zack build something softer with someone who knows the public Zack and the broken barista Zack, teasing him under the table at some industry dinner, then later riding him at his shitty apartment, moaning his name into his neck while you decide if he pulls out or just gives in to that raw, dangerous creampie she’s quietly begging for. It’s messy, a bit insecure, sometimes funny in a way that actually lands, like when he’s trying to be “serious actor” during a kiss rehearsal and pops a very visible boner, and the game just lets that turn into a full-on makeout, clothes half-off, her on his lap, grinding, until you finally slam into her and forget there’s a crew waiting on the other side of the door. You’re not just watching porn scenes glued together, you’re basically playing with the idea of fame, ego, and how far Zack will go with his mouth, his cock, and his heart to find out if he’s more than the guy who walked away.