Everything in this game starts with that awkward feeling of coming back to a place that’s supposed to be “home” but actually feels like a porn parody of your own memories. You’re this guy who returns to his old city for college, carrying some emotional baggage, a phone that never stops buzzing, and a dick that gets him in trouble every ten minutes. It pretends to be a normal school slice-of-life at first, like “oh, classes, dorms, new people”, then suddenly you’re in a party bathroom getting a messy drunk blowjob from someone whose name you don’t even remember, while your in-game notifications keep reminding you you’ve got an exam tomorrow. There’s this really specific vibe: half coming-of-age, half “how fast can I ruin this dude’s life with bad choices and hot people”. And honestly, it works. Mostly.

The game lets you wander around the campus and the city, so you bump into scenes instead of having them thrown in your face in a straight line. One time I just went to the gym because I was bored and somehow ended up peeking through a tiny window into the staff shower, watching a thick Black PE teacher wash off after practice, her ass taking up half the screen while the protagonist slowly strokes himself. That voyeur stuff is handled in a really messy, human way. He feels like a perv, not a hero, and it’s kind of hot and kind of gross at the same time. Then later, if you actually talk to her and don’t act like a total creep, there’s this whole slow-burn thing where she teases him in class, does the “lean on your desk so her tits are in your face” routine, and eventually you end up railroading her in the equipment closet, switching between titjob and deepthroat while she keeps calling you “kid” like that is not making it hotter. The animation is unpolished, some loops are clumsy, but the body language sells the scene better than a lot of big-budget stuff. Faces actually show embarrassment, annoyance, or that “okay, fine, I want this too” kind of look. Then in the very next scene, the MC has this overconfident smirk that made me want to slap him. I liked him and hated him in the same click.

What’s very queer in spirit, even if the content is straight-focused, is how the game doesn’t pretend sex exists in a bubble. You’re not just picking “blowjob” from a menu. You text girls on your phone, get weird drunk voice notes, and watch them shitpost memes on their in-game social app. There’s this one storyline with a mixed-race classmate who deals weed on the side to pay rent. You can either be judgy or join her little side hustle. I went full disaster and helped her. There’s a scene in her cramped room where you’re both high, music from her shitty Bluetooth speaker buzzing, and the conversation just slides from “what are you running from” into her sitting on your face. It’s not some perfect porn angle; her thighs cover half the screen, her belly jiggles a bit, and the camera awkwardly moves when she grinds too hard. Then she pulls off your pants and lazily strokes you, gives you this sloppy half-committed blowjob, almost like she’s testing how much you can take. If you push your luck, she just climbs on and rides you raw while laughing about how terrible your pull-out reflex is. The creampie is framed as both hot and kinda stupid, and the next morning she’s texting about Plan B and money while you’re still replaying the way she shivered when you came inside her. Romance and drama get tangled with all the dirt: arguments in the cafeteria, jealous looks in the hallway, a “friendly” handjob under the table that clearly isn’t just friendly. Sometimes the combat bits feel random, like “oh, now we’re suddenly punching some asshole at a club”, but the bruise on your face shows up in the next scene where some girl licks your busted lip before going down on you, so at least the game remembers. I just wish the bathroom doors didn’t all open the same way; it bothered me for no reason, and now it lives rent free in my brain. Anyway. The whole thing feels unstable, horny, queer in its messiness, and a little too honest about how sex, drugs, and bad choices mix together when you’re pretending to be an adult.

You wake up in this place called Furryville like someone dumped you into a horny self-help book and then forgot to proofread it. Buildings look normal, people do normal jobs, but everyone’s some flavor of fluffy, scaly or with too many tails and not enough clothes. Your guy is a total mess at the start, trying to pretend he’s got his shit together while secretly jerking off in a crappy rented room and spying through half-open curtains at neighbors that really should close their blinds. One minute you’re having a cute coffee talk with a shy bunny girl who blushes so hard she can’t say “blowjob” without choking, next minute you’re pinned against a wall by a smug fox who’s blackmailing you with some very inconvenient screenshots and one hand is already sliding into your pants like this is the most casual thing in the world. The shift from wholesome “hey, maybe I can rebuild my life” to “oh, I’m getting my cock sucked in a back alley by someone with fur on their tongue” happens way faster than you expect, and somehow it doesn’t feel forced, just chaotic in a good way, like a scuffed roguelike run where the game keeps throwing weird events at you to see if you crack.

The romance stuff hits harder than it has any right to. You start out just thinking “ok fine, I’ll pick the flirty wolf bartender, clearly tagged for vanilla sex and easy creampie routes,” and then suddenly you care about his stupid drama and why he can’t say what he actually wants. Sex scenes actually react a bit to how you treated them before: act like a dick and you still get your dick wet, but the vibe is different. There’s this one scene where you’re comforting a catgirl after some heavy drama, and it starts with just holding her in bed, fully clothed, then turns into this slow, almost awkward handjob where her tail keeps twitching against your thigh. No crazy positions, no circus porn, just small touches, then she asks if it’s ok to watch you finish and suddenly you’re jerking off for her, her fingers resting at the base of your shaft as she leans closer, eyes wide, whispering that she wants to see it all on her belly. Later, with another route, that same girl is pushed into way filthier stuff if you go down the more manipulative choices, like you agreeing to be part of some blackmail arrangement and ending up fucking her from behind on a desk while the guy who set it up watches from the doorway. She’s trying not to moan too loud, you’re trying not to cum too fast, and the voyeur’s just there, breathing louder each thrust. It’s hot and also uncomfortable and somehow fits the whole “redemption but also I’m kind of trash” vibe. There’s anal, there’s messy creampies where you can actually see it dripping out while she tries to walk, there’s silly scenes like you getting a blowjob under a table during a “serious” talk, and yeah, a bunch of masturbation moments where your guy is just sad and horny, phone in hand, scrolling through chat logs with the same people you’re romancing. The writing stumbles sometimes, wording is clunky here and there, but honestly that makes it feel more real, like everyone is emotionally constipated and horny at the same time. It’s not polished, it’s not trying to be art, it’s more like a horny little world that changes just enough when you push different buttons, and half the fun is seeing which route turns into warm cuddling after sex and which one turns into “I just let a smug fox jerk me off while threatening to leak my pics, and somehow I liked it.”