You’re this freshly graduated hero kid at U.A., but it doesn’t feel like shiny heroic future at all. It feels like hanging backstage in a strip club dressing room, still in costume, still sweating glitter, but the show’s over and now all the real shit happens. Principal gives you this “secret mission” and smiles like a manager who knows damn well you’re going to break every rule he just pretended to explain. Your quirk is stupid strong, perfect for fighting villains… or for peeking, teasing, touching where you really, absolutely, totally shouldn’t.

The whole thing plays like a messy dating sim and a sandbox had a baby with a horny fanfic. One moment you’re walking around the school corridors, same old U.A. uniforms and doors and boring hero talk. Next thing, you’re alone on a training field with Ochaco, she’s stretching, her shirt riding up, and the camera just loves her tits and that ass. She’s talking about becoming a pro hero, and in my head I’m already planning a burlesque routine: pink lights, zero gravity pasties, her floating slowly out of her clothes while the crowd loses its mind. The game lets you be polite and romantic, or you just… lean in, test the waters, “accidentally” brush against her curves and see how far your quirk and a bit of groping can go before she blushes or snaps.

Then there’s Jiro, and I swear I misremembered her name twice while playing, I kept calling her “Kyomi” in my notes. She’s this cool, low-key girl, headphones, attitude, but the way the scenes are drawn, you can’t miss how soft she looks under the punk vibe. I had this idea in my head of a slow striptease to bass-heavy rock, her jack plugs trailing down like suspenders, but the game goes instead for something more intimate. Tiny room, lights low, her teasing you with that deadpan sarcasm while your hands travel way too far under her clothes. It’s not subtle. Nothing here is subtle. And still, sometimes the pacing drags, like when you’re trying to find the right place to click in the sandbox and you just want to skip straight to Midnight bending over a desk in that skin-tight latex, giving “teacher-student conference” a whole different meaning. I swear I spent longer looking for one dialogue trigger than I ever spent rehearsing a fan dance.

Mirko is a whole different beast. Literally. I see her and my brain goes “this is not a hero, this is a headliner in a rabbit-themed cabaret.” Those muscles, those thighs, those ears, that attitude. In my routine version she’d stomp on stage, grab a chair, sit on it backwards and grind on it like it owed her rent. In the game, when you finally get a private moment with her, the vibe is wild and physical. She teases you, calls you out, gets in your face. You try to keep it romantic and the script almost lets you… then the art just zooms straight into her big tits and tight ass and suddenly romance is wrestling. I loved it and still kinda hated how fast things escalated, but anyway. Rumi doesn’t do half-measures.

The voyeurism angle sneaks up on you. First it’s “oops, you walked past the changing room at the wrong time”, then later you’re lingering on windows, peeping at shower steam and silhouettes, heartbeat racing like you’re doing something very illegal. And you are, to be honest. Some scenes feel like you’re the pervy stagehand watching from behind the curtains while the girls change costumes, not knowing you’re there. As a dancer, I got this weird guilty thrill, because it really captures that feeling of eyes on skin, of power in being looked at… even if here the player is the one stealing the look. There is romance, cute moments, walking through the school talking about futures and dreams, and somehow five minutes later your hands are full of big tits or you’re pressing some flustered, wide-eyed girl against the wall and whispering what you want to do to her.

The art is pure 2D fan-fantasy, not “professional anime studio” level but dirty enough to feel fun. Sometimes a pose looks a little off and I laughed, then two clicks later I’m staring at Mirko’s sweaty abs like I never saw abs before. The game lets you flirt, grope, push your luck, and your quirk becomes this excuse for every bad thought you ever had while watching the show. Is it refined? No. Parts feel awkward, some dialogues made me roll my eyes, and I still don’t know why one scene with Kendo broke on me and sent me back to the hallway like I’d been kicked out of the club for touching the dancer. But then I see Midnight leaning over, breasts about to spill, playful smile promising trouble, and suddenly I forgive a lot. Not everything. But a lot.

Powerful demon lord trapped in a scrawny school boy body sounds almost like one of my old stage acts, just with less glitter and more tentacles. You start weak, in this very normal school corridor with shitty lockers and ugly tiles, and inside his head there is this arrogant, horny monster screaming about domination and corruption. I kind of love that contrast. On the outside you look like some skinny student that teachers ignore, inside you remember when whole kingdoms crawled to lick your feet. Then you realize here only girls can use magic, so you walk around surrounded by smug witches in skirts, and you are the only guy whose hands tingle with real power. This made me imagine a routine where I walk into the club in a boring uniform, then slowly peel it off and under it is all leather horns and chains, and the crowd only realizes halfway through what kind of creature they called on stage.

First big surprise for me was how much of the fun comes from watching. Not even touching. There is a scene early where you peek into a room and see a “proper” girl using her magic to practice, and the camera just lingers on her hands, the shine on her lips while she bites them, the way her huge tits bounce when she miscasts. It is like the game knows half the thrill is in that slow teasing. They let you breathe the corruption before you spread it. Then later you get your first taste of control, a tiny little mind nudge, and she goes from shy schoolgirl to moaning mess giving a sloppy blowjob in some storage room that smells like cleaning liquid. I swear I could smell the dust in there. That mix of dirty fantasy and stupid everyday detail made me laugh. Then I got annoyed because the mop bucket in the corner is weirdly high quality and shiny while her hair animation clips into her shoulder like crazy. Why they polish a bucket more than a milf’s hair, I will never understand, but my brain would not let it go.

The whole “only women use magic” thing slowly turns into your personal fetish buffet. Teacher with massive ass using spells to keep boys obedient, except you feel the spell hit you and you push back, twist it, and suddenly her eyes glaze and she is pressing you against the chalkboard, grinding that big ass like she wants to erase the homework with your cock. There is a milf at home too, very soft at first, that classic warm hug, and then you start using your power during sleep, slipping fingers under her clothes, pulling her top up just enough. The game really likes that sleep undressing stuff, clothes sliding off in slow motion, thin fabric catching on nipples. At some point I was less “demon lord of lust” and more creepy stagehand sneaking around between scenes, but then you get into full corruption gear, multiple holes filled by invisible demonic tentacles while you sit there smiling like a polite schoolboy, and it hits again: oh yeah, I am supposed to be a fucking monster. Foot jobs, hand jobs, saliva running over your shaft while you stand over a kneeling elf girl, transformation spells that twist a shy nerd girl into a thick-assed monster girl with claws who still calls you “master” and makes you lick her feet after she drained you twice. The free roaming is a bit messy, you wander, you click, sometimes nothing happens for too long, but when a scene finally triggers and you watch a proud magical girl slowly lose herself, begging for your cum, I caught myself planning how I’d mimic that on stage, hands on the pole, back arched, pretending some invisible demon is puppeting my hips. And then the next moment I’m just grumbling because the text box is covering her face right when she is about to swallow. Priorities.

Enduring endless bullying has made you tough and intelligent, the perfect moment to settle the score is right in front of you. Yet these tormentors aren’t just any dumb jerks - they wear friendly faces hiding vicious, mean-spirited intentions. Your retaliation won’t be simple; it’ll be a wild ride mixing punishment and seductive payback.

You’ve been their target for so long, enduring every sneer and shove, but now you’re the predator, ready to captivate and control. Step into a sultry anime-inspired high school world where every corner hides temptation and daring adventures, where titillation and raw male domination unravel through oral sex, titfucks, and all-out erotic battles.

Dynamic AI-generated scenes make each encounter pulse with raw sensual energy. Every step you take deepens the heated tension, mixing groping and teasing into a potent cocktail. Feel the intoxicating rush as you assert your power over these tempting yet merciless females.

The revenge you seek will taste sweeter than you imagined, wrapped in ecstasy and power. They may look innocent, but the games you play with them will leave nothing untouched.

Guy’s just living his quiet, boring-as-hell routine, watching porn on his phone and pretending that’s a personality, and then Milly walks back into his life like some kind of walking nostalgia boner. She used to be the cute family friend who ran around in shorts and sc*** knees, now she shows up for university with curves that do not respect gravity and a top that absolutely is not dress-code friendly. The game doesn’t even pretend to be subtle about it. Camera loves her chest, her thighs, the way she leans too close when she “can’t find her charger.” It’s that slow burn where you’re technically doing the good-guy thing, but your eyes are on everything except her textbook. Half the time you’re just sitting there on your phone, pretending to scroll while literally staring at her reflection in the screen like the little perv you are. And yes, the game knows you’re doing that. It leans into it hard.

What I really liked is how it keeps you stuck in that grey area between “off limits” and “she’s absolutely doing this on purpose.” She’ll bend over in those tight shorts to pick something up, then act surprised you looked. She pads around the house in a tank top without a bra, hops on the couch next to you, then gets fake-shy when your eyes drift. You get these little moments where she catches you peeking through a slightly open door while she’s changing, or you’re watching her through a mirror while she tries on a new outfit. It’s all animated, so there’s this extra bit of life in the way her body moves and jiggles when she sits down on the bed, or how she tugs at her too-small top like it’s the fabric’s fault her tits are big. The teasing is constant. You’re not just clicking through porn, it’s more like you’re trapped in a daily TikTok thirst trap, except she’s real inside the game and way too comfortable wandering around in tiny clothes. Played it on my phone on the bus once, instantly regretted it and also did not stop.

The best part, or the worst, depending how broken your brain is, is how slowly it escalates. You get those micro victories. A hug that lasts too long. Her asking if this outfit “isn’t too much” while clearly knowing exactly what it’s doing. A shower scene where you’re technically just “passing by” but the game holds the angle for one extra beat so you can watch the water run down her body. You’re not forced into heavy choices with giant pop-up menus or whatever, it’s more like you’re steering the vibe. Be patient and respectful, she opens up more. Push too much, she pulls back and goes all cold and you’re left staring at your screen like an idiot. There’s something hilarious about sitting there, phone in hand, arguing with a virtual girl for walking around half naked and then acting offended. But that’s the hook: the tension of living with her, wanting more, getting flash after flash of skin, that constant “almost” feeling. It’s all about watching, being watched, and pretending you’re not both into it when obviously you are.