Alex is one of those guys you swipe past without thinking, until his life starts going to hell and suddenly he’s the center of the mess. Broke college kid, roommate who talks big and thinks with his dick, grades slipping, horny all the time and pretending it’s not a problem. Then that letter shows up. Not email, not some in-game popup, an actual letter that somehow knows way too much about him, about his family, about his debts, about what turns him on when the curtains are closed and the browser is on incognito. It doesn’t welcome him, it tempts him. Take this job, follow these rules, and your money problem “goes away”. Also your morals, but the letter is polite enough not to spell that part out. From the first click, the whole thing feels like when you open a random porn tab “just to peek” and three hours later you’re deep into some weird niche. Except here you’re driving Alex into it, nudging him, or shoving him, depending how horny and cruel you feel that moment.

What I like is how slow some of the corruption hits. It doesn’t instantly throw him into a room full of naked bodies moaning his name. You start small. A look that lingers too long on a milf who really, really shouldn’t be giving him that bedroom stare. A “harmless” strip dare in a place where the cameras are definitely on. A little flirting with someone who already has a partner while you tell yourself it’s just teasing. Then suddenly, you’re juggling scenes where he can screw a stacked older woman against a glass wall, grinding that big ass while she bites her lip and whispers that her husband can’t fuck her like this, and at the same time there’s a younger girl texting him that she’s waiting in his dorm bed, no panties, wanting to taste him. The game lets you be the fake good guy who pretends he “didn’t mean” to cheat, or the full-on bastard who clicks every option that leads to oral under the table, bareback pussy, interracial threesomes, harem routes, all of it. Sometimes you look at a choice and think, ok, this is where it goes too far, this is the netorare stuff I’ll skip, and then they slip in an avoidable branch or a point-and-click detail that makes you hesitate, because you want to see what happens if you let a jealous husband watch, or if you let the girl moan someone else’s name while Alex is buried deep in her. And no, the game doesn’t judge you. That job from the letter? It just keeps giving him new “responsibilities”: undress her, touch there, make her beg, record this, corrupt that. The sci-fi angle sneaks up too, like reality itself is one of the women he’s slowly stripping, layer by layer, until you realize what looked like a normal college drama is actually several hidden worlds rubbing against each other, leaking into his life. You click around a room and suddenly find a device that shouldn’t exist, a file that hints certain “family” lines are more twisted than the characters know, an animated scene where time feels like it slows while you watch bodies move, tits bouncing, tongues working, dripping wet and completely unashamed. By the time multiple endings start to peek through the dialogue, you’re not thinking about “right” or “wrong” anymore. You’re just deciding how far you want Alex to fall, and who you want tangled in his sheets when everything finally breaks.

You arrive at Caerlin Academy already feeling like you took a wrong train in life. Fancy uniforms, shiny halls, everyone walking in little cliques like they own the place. And in a way, they kind of do. The whole school is split into these Houses that act more like gangs than clubs. Some meathead Alpha jock gets in your face on day one, crowd watching, the guy treating you like you’re already his toy. He grabs your collar, you smell his cheap cologne, and in a weird way it sets the tone for everything that comes after: this place runs on power, sex, and who can make who kneel first. You answer back, of course, and there’s this second of silence where even the background chatter in the hallway feels like it stops. Then the whispers start, people recording with their phones, girls biting their lips because they like a guy who doesn’t just shut up and take it.

From there, the game doesn’t really pretend to be wholesome. One moment you’re in a “normal” classroom, teacher droning, and a Gamma girl in the row ahead is sliding her phone back to you under the desk. It’s a pic of her in the bathroom mirror, uniform skirt pushed up, tongue out in that stupid ahegao face that somehow still makes your dick twitch. You’re trying to focus on the lesson and she’s watching you in the reflection of the window, waiting for you to react. Touch the screen to reply, and you’re not just choosing words, you’re teasing her, ordering her to adjust her panties, telling her exactly what you’d do to her behind the lab building. The game does this fun thing where the dirty stuff often starts in small ways, like a hand “accidentally” brushing against a thigh in the crowded hallway, or you pinning a girl against a locker when nobody else is around, her breath catching while your hand squeezes her ass through the fabric. Sometimes it’s sweet, she leans into your touch like she’s been starving for it. Sometimes it’s rough, you push her harder, her eyes go wide, then she smiles and whispers “harder” back. And yeah, sometimes the pacing just dies because you’re stuck in some slow romance talk in the dorm common room while you only want to shove her over the couch and fuck her brains out, but then suddenly she’s on her knees instead and you forget you were annoyed.

What hits hardest is how intimate a lot of scenes feel even when they’re totally filthy. There’s this one late-event where a girl drags you into an empty classroom after everyone “officially” went home. She locks the door, climbs on the teacher’s desk and tells you to sit. You get this POV angle where she slowly unzips you, wraps her hand around your cock, and starts stroking while keeping eye contact, like she’s testing how long till you break. The game lets you decide if you just sit there and let her worship you, or grab her hair and guide her mouth down, feeling her lips stretch around you while her drool drips on your lap. You can hear the faint sounds of some club still practicing outside while she struggles not to gag too loud. Later, there’s a scene in a dark gym storage room during some stupid academy event, where a couple of house girls end up sharing you, passing your cock between their mouths, spit and lipstick smeared everywhere, one of them begging you to cum inside her pussy, the other demanding the same. You don’t get some deep moral lesson, just raw choices: creampie the one riding you, pull out and paint the other’s tongue, or hold them there and make them finish you with their hands until you’re completely empty and they’re laughing like they got away with a crime. It’s messy, horny, sometimes kind of romantic when you don’t expect it, and then suddenly you’re spanking a girl over a study desk while she tries to recite formulas and fails because your fingers are inside her. The story likes to pretend hierarchy is everything, but once you’ve had a girl grinding on your lap in the library whispering “use me however you want, just don’t stop,” that whole system starts to feel like just another excuse to get you closer to the next blowjob, the next wet heat around your cock, the next time you watch a proud academy princess lose her mind and cum hard all over you.