I didn’t expect a game about running Leblanc again to make me feel this weird mix of nostalgia and filthy excitement, but here we are. You’re back behind that tiny counter, coffee grinder humming like it’s pretending not to hear the moans from upstairs. The girls drift in one by one - older now, sharper around the edges - and there’s something so painfully intimate in how they talk to you, like every conversation could end in an argument or a kiss. The writing isn’t afraid of silence either; some dialogues just sit there, uncomfortable, until someone says something foolish and suddenly clothes start coming off. It’s both tender and obscene. I kinda hate that I love it.

The management part doesn’t even pretend to be realistic. You wipe tables, brew coffee, flirt, rinse, repeat - but then out of nowhere she’s leaning over the counter and whispering something that makes your hand slip on the mug handle. That small animation? Pure evil. Like it knows exactly what kind of attention you’re giving the screen. The sandbox structure helps though; it gives you space to do nothing, which somehow makes the sexy moments hit harder. There’s this little sound effect when affection goes up, a soft chime, and I swear it’s addictive like a dopamine drip. I wish the CG scenes weren’t locked behind such arbitrary stat checks, but maybe that’s part of the charm: earning indulgence through tedium. Or maybe I’m just rationalizing my own thirst.

There’s one night where everything slows down - no hints, no grinding, just her voice low and rough, saying things that almost sound like apologies. That single scene made the whole thing click for me. The lewdness stops being just porn and turns into something strangely personal, almost pathetic in its honesty. I don’t know if that was on purpose, probably not, but it worked. Play it like you’d sip cold coffee after closing time - half bitter, half sweet, all wrong. Don’t rush anything. Let it wreck your pacing.

Degenerate University feels like someone took every horny Discord server joke about college and just said “ok, but what if that was literally the plot.” You’re dropped into this campus where everyone is way too hot and way too willing, and the whole thing kind of runs on this quiet rule that every problem can be solved if somebody gets bent over something. It’s a Ren’Py visual novel, so you’re reading a lot, clicking through dialogue, picking choices, but the real hook is how fast it goes from “hey, we’re classmates” to “ok, whose throat is getting used first.” One minute you’re trying to remember people’s names, next minute you’re staring at a futa RA pressing some shy dude into the bed and telling him he’ll only pass if he keeps his ass relaxed. It never really pretends to be classy. This game loves traps and futas like it’s their final semester before the world ends. Everywhere you go, there’s some smug girl with a cock, or a “boy” who definitely has something extra hidden under that skirt, and the script just leans into it, no slow burn, no fade to black, just “oh, you’re curious? good, open wide.”

The nice thing is that it doesn’t treat futa or traps like a side joke, they’re basically the main social class of the campus, and you’re kind of just tossed in the middle as everyone decides where to put you. There are scenes where you’re the one doing the fucking, really going in, feeling like this big top energy, pinning a futa down and pounding her pussy while she grips the sheets and groans that she’s supposed to be in charge. Then the game turns around in the next route and makes you kneel while the same girl laughs and slides her cock into your mouth, nice and slow, tells you to look up at her while you try not to choke. The switches between futa on male, male on futa, futa on female, futa on futa, it doesn’t try to be “fair,” it just chases whatever pervy setup fits the character. Some of the best scenes are actually pretty small, like getting dragged to a study group and realizing “study group” means getting your ass shared between two traps who bet on how many times they can make you cum before you pass out. Or that one anal scene in the locker room where you think you’re hooking up with a normal girl, and then you feel something hard pressing at your back door and the dialogue just casually drops that she’s been hiding a cock the whole semester. I liked that the game doesn’t always ask for permission in a traditional way, it’s more like “you’re already here, you already said yes by walking through the door,” which is hot and also kind of terrible in the best hentai logic way.

There’s this weird thing where some routes pretend you have any power at all, like you’re flirting, getting them on their knees, fucking their mouth, slapping their face a little, making them beg for your cum, and you think “ok, I’m built different, I’m the predator here.” Then two scenes later a completely different futa just grabs you by the collar, pushes you against a vending machine, and stuffs your ass full while you claw at the metal and try not to scream loud enough for the whole dorm to hear. I swear I spent half the game thinking “yeah, I’m in control, I choose the path,” and the other half getting bullied by girls with cocks who treat me like campus property. The oral scenes stand out too, especially when they do that thing where the character talks while they’re buried in your throat, like mocking you for gagging, telling you to breathe through your nose or they’ll keep your head down longer. If you’re into femdom, the professors are the real monsters here, they don’t even pretend you’re equal. There’s a futa teacher who tells you flat out that passing the course means taking her cock in both holes in the same night, and if you mess up she’ll invite a friend. And I’m still mildly annoyed at how tiny the text font got in one of the longer sex scenes, I had to lean in way too close to my monitor and it made the whole thing oddly intimate in a stupid way, like I was spying. Anyway, the game moves between vaginal, anal, and oral like it’s changing tracks on Spotify, barely slowing down, and half the fun is that you never know if the next “innocent” character is going to end up under you or balls-deep inside you. It’s messy, horny, sometimes really dumb, and the campus rules might as well just be written in cum stains on the dorm walls.

Jason is that kind of lazy-ass 22-year-old everyone knows: still parked in mom’s house, half pretending to look for work, actually grinding through games like his life depends on clearing the next level. The game drops you right into one of those “I’ll just play one more” nights where the screen glow is basically his only real relationship. Except here, the more he plays, the stranger his world starts twisting. Not in some deep philosophical way, don’t worry. More like: the geeky gamer fantasies in his head start leaking into his real life, and suddenly mom’s tight shirt isn’t “just mom’s shirt” anymore, and the Lara-style brunette on screen feels a little too close, like she might crawl out of the monitor and ask for a blowjob for beating the boss. It plays out like a short episode, self-contained, like a dirty Black Mirror that decided to stop pretending it has a moral and just went full horny instead.

The tone is this weird mix of everyday boredom and “shit, did that actually just happen.” One moment Jason’s half-slouching at his desk, alt-tabbing between his game and some porn site like Pornhub or XVideos, thinking about nothing, and then bam, you’re in front of a stacked milf with ridiculous big tits, and the game doesn’t even pretend you’re there for plot. You get those classic VN moments where time kind of slows down, screen holds on a CG of her bending over the sink, panties riding up, Jason’s eyes glued to her ass even though he’s pretending to look at the floor. The text doesn’t over-explain it, which I like. You already know what he’s thinking. When oral comes in, it’s not some meek fade to black. Mouth on cock, spit strings, sloppy sounds, her lips stretching around him, his hand in her hair pulling a little too hard, that quick little panic in his head that she might actually notice how much he’s enjoying it. Then he thinks about that redhead from his game, the one with the explorer shorts, and suddenly the lines start blurring. Is he imagining mom as his own bootleg Lara, or did the dev just decide that gamer brain is one endless crossover event and call it a day.

What sells it isn’t some great mystery plot, it’s that feeling of being stuck between screens and reality. Jason grinding XP in his games, then “grinding” something else in the hallway when mom bends down to pick up laundry. You get those heavy-breathing scenes where she’s on her knees, her lips wrapped around him, cheeks hollowing out, eyes up, and the text throws in just enough little details like the taste, the warmth, the way her tongue plays with the tip, that it hits that sweet spot between porn and fantasy diary. The parody vibe sneaks in too, with that obvious nod to Lara Croft style heroines: tough gamer fantasy girls with guns and shorts who, in this world, also happen to love sucking cock once Jason manages to “beat” their route. No long grind, no nonsense stat juggling, just click, read, choose, watch the CG hentai do its thing. One shot, in and out, like a quick jerk-it session between real-life obligations you’re definitely ignoring. It feels dirty in that specific way only a story about a useless gamer son drooling over his milf mother and game heroines can pull off, and it doesn’t apologize for any of it.

You wake up in this soft, sugar-sweet all-girls academy where everything looks clean, polite, kind of like those mobile romance apps that pretend to be wholesome while everyone is secretly dripping with horny energy. You’re the new assistant teacher, which already feels wrong, because the way some of these students look at you is not “Sensei please help with homework” and more “Sensei I absolutely want to ruin your life with my thighs.” At first it feels like a normal school day: you walk the halls, talk to the girls, check their work, act like a responsible adult. Except their smiles are just a little too shiny, their memories slip a bit when you ask simple questions, and sometimes a girl says something that sounds like she already fucked you in a scene that never happened. It’s like your brain has save files you don’t remember making. One girl clings to your arm and calls you by a pet name you’re sure you never told her. Another one knows exactly what you’ll say before you say it. The romance here isn’t slow burn, it’s like someone already burned it once and you’re watching the leftover smoke.

The fun part is when the flirting starts feeling like déjà vu porn. You flirt with a shy class rep in an empty classroom, her hands shaking while she tries to confess some “secret.” She says this is her first time, but her dialogue feels weirdly polished, like she’s reading from a script she’s read a hundred times. You grab her waist, push her against the desk, her skirt rides up, and you get this strange sting in your head, like you did this exact scene before with different lighting. You keep going anyway, obviously. Her panties are damp, she’s biting your name, and for a second the whole background glitches and then snaps back. She acts like nothing happened and you’re the only one left breathing hard, wondering if this world is just looping your dirtiest choices. It’s horny, yeah, but also a tiny bit creepy in that “I should probably close this tab but I won’t” way. Sex scenes hit that mix of soft and filthy: girls that moan like good romance heroines but they’re also begging to be choked a little, or to be praised like they’re your perfect student while you rail them over the teacher’s desk. There’s one scene in the nurse’s office that goes from tender to absolutely feral the second the door “accidentally” locks and she asks you to check more than just her temperature. I got distracted staring at the little UI buttons during that scene because they don’t match the tone at all, they look like they belong in some cutesy otome, and it annoyed me more than it should. Anyway, the more you chase the girls and unlock their routes, the more the whole fake-school vibe breaks apart, like a horny dream that starts to remember it’s a nightmare. You’re supposed to guide your students, but half the time it feels like they’re luring you into repeating something you already did, like they’re trying to drag you back into old saves where you made worse choices. And the messed up thing is, the game kind of makes that feel hot.