Game hits you in a funny soft spot right away: you’re this dude sneaking out of engineering into art like it’s some kind of perverted witness protection program. That feeling when you pretend to be “normal” nerd and all you really wanna do is draw pretty boys with stockings and girls with hard cocks sitting on your face? Yeah, they bottled that. Classrooms feel more like stages than actual school, every desk and easel is just a possible place to bend someone over. I kept thinking “this is exactly the kind of college I wish I fucked up my life in.” What really got me is how erotic the whole art thing becomes. Not just sex slapped on top of story. You’re sketching, they’re posing, and slowly the poses stop being safe. A “tasteful nude study” turns into “can you open your legs more, I need to see the angle of your… spine.” There is this one moment where the childhood friend thinks she’s helping you “practice anatomy” and suddenly she is on her knees, hand around your cock, asking if she is holding it right for the drawing. Of course you don’t draw. Of course you shove that sketchbook aside and let her slobber on you. And the game actually makes the scene feel like it came from your little pervert artist brain, not from a porn script copy paste. Animations are not perfect but they wiggle just enough. Hip movement, fingers sliding, tongue flexing over the tip during oral. I watched a simple handjob way too long just because of how her thumb kept teasing that one spot like she was bored and mean at the same time. Tiny detail, but I couldn’t stop staring. Then there is the femboys and traps and futa stuff that kinda crawls up on you. At first you look at this “cute boy” in class and think “ah, standard pretty twink, I know this gacha.” Then the game pulls the shirt a bit higher, the skirt a bit shorter, and you notice the outline that is not really hiding anything. There is an exhibitionism scene where this soft, shy “guy” is pushed into posing for you after hours in the empty studio, naked except for a collar, and instead of being embarrassed you are the one sweating, trying to keep the brush still while his cock twitches every time you step closer. It feels cruel and kind at the same time. Humiliation and praise mixing like bad cocktails. And when the power flips, when you are the one on your knees under the table, sucking while someone explains color theory above you, it hits that heavy fetish vibe hard. The game doesn’t bother to explain why the protagonist suddenly agrees to be choked with a belt during anal, it just puts you there, cheeks pressed against cold floor, someone’s foot on your head, and your brain goes “yeah, okay, this makes sense actually.” I also liked that domination is not stuck in one lane. One scene you are pinning a smaller boy against the lockers, hand under his skirt, groping his ass until he whimpers and pushes back, pretending he doesn’t like it. Next, a tall girl with “I own this place” eyes drags you into the storage room, orders you to take out your cock and strokes you so slow it feels like torture, spitting on it, smirking when you leak all over her fingers. She makes you hold the door while she rides you, whispering that if anyone hears, it’s your fault. The game jumps between male and female domination like it can’t decide what gets you more: being used or using someone. Sometimes it even blends, like that threesome where a futa girl fucks you from behind while you jerk off a femboy in front, your body just a bridge between two horny monsters. You feel like art supplies. Like a brush and canvas at the same time. I wish the dialogue was less “anime horny” in a few scenes, it leans a bit too much into cheesy lines that no real person would say with their mouth full of dick, but then there is this one brutal little bdsm moment where someone tells you “you’re only good for making me cum” and it cuts deep enough to forget all the cheesy stuff. Some camera angles feel a bit stiff, then a random shot of fingers spreading slick cheeks or lips grazing the tip in close-up suddenly looks like something straight from a high quality clip I’d save on my phone next to my secret Pinterest board of ropes and stockings. The whole thing feels like a messy sketchbook full of porn doodles that someone grew into a real game: uneven, kind of clumsy, but dripping with ideas. Makes you wanna grab your tablet, open Procreate, and start drawing collars and blushing traps until your hand gets tired for a very different reason. Dare to open it in a quiet room and see how long you last before alt-tabbing to Pornhub “for research.”