Your life has been spiraling down lately, but giving up is not in your nature. Instead, you’re diving headfirst into a fresh start. You find yourself moving into a new place, landing a brand new job, and grabbing life by the reins again.

Thankfully, your smoking-hot roommate is surprisingly on your side, always there to offer encouragement when things get rough. However, your landlord is another story entirely, making everyday life just a little more challenging.

But you? You’re no quitter. You’re ready to take on every challenge that comes your way. And let’s be real - part of this fresh beginning means diving into something a little more… seductive.

You set your sights on seducing every alluring milf and tantalizing young beauty in your new neighborhood. From steamy encounters in your cramped apartment to secret trysts under the cover of night. Each conquest pushes your confidence higher as you explore desire, power, and raw lust.

This isn’t just about survival anymore; it’s about thriving in a world where pleasure and passion rule. So why wait to jump into this provocative playground?.

Start playing now and unleash your inner animal as you seduce, conquer, and claim what’s yours.

The first thing I noticed was how slow it loads in Chrome compared to Firefox, which is weird, because other VN players always recommend Chrome. But after waiting through that blank white flicker, the title just appears, no fancy menu, and it sort of fits - like someone coded the whole thing in one long night with half a plan and a hard-on. The writing swings between absurdly corny dialogue and tense, breathy pauses that actually made me lean forward. Erza’s route hit harder than I expected; the engine stutters a bit when the transition hits from teasing to naked skin, as if the code itself got flustered. At one point Mirajane just stares at the camera, half-undressed, saying nothing, and it’s unsettling but kind of erotic? My mouse double clicked because I didn’t know whether to keep going or stop and breathe.

There’s too much sound compression, though - headphones exaggerate that low moan into something that buzzes in your skull. I liked the way the text box shakes when you make a rougher choice; you can practically feel the humiliation radiate off the screen, and maybe I’m reading too much into it, but that’s the first time I’ve ever felt genuine shame synced with a save file. The whole guild concept keeps drifting around, promising missions, quests, whatever, but it really just becomes an excuse for swapping scenes of control and surrender, of bodies framed like code samples gone wrong. I wanted to click “Settings” to adjust volume, but instead stumbled into an exhibitionism scene that started before I could move. And it’s messy, nerve-pinching messy - some sprite layer got stuck, half-transparent, hovering over Lucy’s face mid-fellatio, and for once, the glitch worked. Like voyeurism baked into the source.

Mobile version? Don’t even bother - touch controls feel like punishment. Still, there’s something raw in how it refuses to clean itself up. It’s not the kind of polish you expect. It’s more like intimacy leaking through bad optimization. Or maybe that’s me making excuses. I tried capturing a screenshot for a forum thread, but my phone overheated, and now whenever I unlock the screen, I swear I still see Mirajane’s smirk fading into white.

You start as this so-called Pro Hero who got wrecked hard enough to actually die, then wakes up in his own past with his body intact and his brain full of red flags. It sounds epic, but the game honestly treats it more like “yeah whatever, go back to U.A. and stare at hot girls in tight uniforms.” The tone is funny like that. Everyone knows you as this experienced hero, but you are walking around halls, clicking on doors, poking at stuff in classrooms, basically grinding through a point & click loop while you try not to just immediately jerk off in every scene. It’s kind of cool and kind of dumb at the same time. That’s the charm, I guess. Or the problem.

Because once you start actually interacting with the girls, the “serious time travel mystery” thing just slides into the background and your brain turns into horny mashed potatoes. You bump into Ochaco, she’s nervous, you “accidentally” help her with some training, your hands end up exactly where they shouldn’t. The writing goes from normal school talk to “oh fuck” in like two text boxes. Momo is all composed and proper, then suddenly she is doing this flustered, shy exhibitionist thing in a classroom while you are clearly taking advantage of the situation. It feels wrong in the right way. Toga shows up and every line she has is unhinged cute psycho energy that makes you think “yeah, I absolutely should not like this” while still clicking the dirtiest options. They really lean into the groping and teasing, but it’s not like a quick loop, you have to actually work the scenes, move the cursor, find the right spots, wait for the next stage to unlock. The voyeur stuff is strong too: you peeking from behind doors, watching girls touch themselves, or catching Midnight in a moment where you know you should walk away and you obviously don’t. There is this one scene with Hagakure that hits in a weird way, because she is invisible and you are basically reacting to moans and floating clothes while your hand is doing exactly what you think it is. Very pervy, very on brand for this universe in a messed up fan way.

The game flow is slow and clicky, like some old Flash porn game some guy uploaded on Newgrounds after too much Red Bull. You walk around the school, trigger events, get sent to bed, repeat. The lewd payoff is really good when you hit something big, like a handjob from Mina in some semi-public place where she’s pretending it’s just “training,” but sometimes it feels like the dev just wanted you to wander until you get horny enough to accept anything. There are moments where you’re doing light training or “improving your quirk” just to unlock another excuse to grab someone’s ass. It pretends it’s about you trying to avoid your death in the future, but you’ll probably remember more about that first time Jiro’s cool rock girl facade breaks while she’s jerking you off with this embarrassed look, or when Tsuyu’s quiet little lines hit harder than expected while she slides her hand under your pants during “private training by the pool.” You click through dialogues, you open the same rooms too many times, you miss one timing and no scene for that day, and yeah, the pacing can be annoying. But then Midnight bends over her desk in a way that makes your whole moral system crash, and suddenly you forget you wanted better navigation or more clean UI or that one tiny sound effect that loops slightly off beat and starts to drive you insane. Anyway, if you go in, just take it slow, poke every corner of the school, talk to girls more than once per day, save often, and lean into the pervy hero role completely. The game clearly wants you to be the guy who peeks, gropes, and “accidentally” helps every girl reach exactly the kind of climax that has nothing to do with hero work.

You start with this half-dead hotel that looks like it smells of cheap cleaner and old sex, and somehow it becomes this weird little universe where every floor has a different flavor of horny drama. It looks like a normal dating sim at first, like “oh yeah, I’ll just talk to the girls, raise some stats, classic stuff”, and then three scenes later you’re holding a trembling elf maid by the hips while she tries to act all proper and obedient and ends up squirting all over the new bedsheets you saved up to buy. And you’re thinking: ok, I just wanted romance, why is there a menu option for nipple clothespins in the housekeeping budget. But you still click it.

The hotel thing works too well. Everyone is under your roof, so you bump into them doing absolutely everything. You go into a hallway thinking you’re just going to check repairs, and you catch one girl “cleaning” a window with her tits pressed against the glass, tongue out, full ahegao, while someone down in the street could totally see her. It counts as voyeur and exhib stuff at the same time and the game doesn’t even wink at you, it just lets it happen, like yeah, this is just Tuesday here. You can be the pure romance guy and still the world keeps trying to corrupt you. There’s a religious girl praying in one scene, acting shy like a virgin, and later you’re there timing her orgasm denial with your phone while she begs for just one more thrust and you’re like, ok, maybe I’m not “pure” anymore. I kept telling myself I’m avoiding the nastier paths, and two minutes later I’m watching a lactation event where I was only trying to give comfort and suddenly there’s warm milk and a helpless girl calling you “master” in this shaky voice. Total accident. Kind of.

What really got me is how your role shifts without a big “you are a trainer now” sign. One moment you’re like a soft-spoken manager who buys cute maid outfits and simple cosplay ears, the next you’re running what is basically a private bdsm spa on the top floor, where you decide who gets the collar and who just gets spanked until their ass is bright red and they can’t sit in the café. Some girls push you around too, it’s not just male dom. There’s a yandere type that goes from clingy to “if you fuck anyone else I’ll break their legs” energy, and she rides you so hard you legit feel like the slave instead of the trainer. Then later the same night another girl kneels down in the lobby and gives you a slow, careful blowjob like it’s a love letter, and you remember why you came here for romance at all. But then there’s some fucked up family route on the side, anal stuff mixed with “we shouldn’t do this” whispers, a footjob in the laundry room, a titfuck in the elevator when the doors keep almost opening, group sex in a suite where everyone’s moaning your name at once, and somewhere in the middle of that mess you’re still checking income stats on your phone and thinking about upgrade costs like an idiot. The hotel keeps growing, the harem keeps getting bigger, some girls get their breasts reduced while others suddenly swell up like a fantasy elf breeding project, and you’re walking around your own building knowing exactly which room has a girl quietly masturbating, which one hides a camera for your voyeur habit, and which bed has fresh cum drying in the sheets because you didn’t even bother with pulling out after that last creampie. It’s romantic in the trashiest way, and trashy in a way that somehow still feels kind of sweet.