The first time you get felt up in the library stacks, it's almost... clinical. A hand just appears from the dim light between the philosophy section and your personal space, fingers tracing the outline of your bra through a thin shirt. No face, no name, just the weight of a palm and the quiet threat of being seen. Then the scene shifts and you're in a lecture hall, clothes dissolving as a professor's shadow looms, and the whole class is watching. Not cheering. Just... observing. Like you're a specimen pinned to a board. The game doesn't give you a moment to breathe between the humiliation and the weird, detached curiosity of it all.

The mystery part, I almost forgot. There's a ghost, or a spirit, or something. You're dead, maybe? Traumatized, definitely. Trying to piece together what happened while also navigating a college where every corridor leads to a new degradation. The femdom stuff isn't the leather-and-whips kind, it's worse. It's the casual kind. A girl with massive tits and a dead-eyed stare ordering you to strip in the middle of the quad, not because she's horny, but because she can. The art is that glossy CG hentai style, all shiny skin and impossible proportions, which makes the sudden splashes of graphic violence feel like a glitch. One minute you're watching a striptease that feels more like a dissection, the next there's blood and the sound design, or what passes for it, gets all crunchy.

The group scenes are... a lot. Not in a hot way. In a "this is a room full of people and none of them see you as human" way. The groping is constant, a background hum of hands. The masturbation sequences are framed like a medical exam, which is a choice. There's a mechanic where your choices sort of... don't matter? You click and the scene plays out, and you're just along for the ride, which I think is the point but it also makes you feel a bit sick after a while. The mystery plot is actually interesting when it bothers to show up, something about old college secrets and a death, but then another pair of giant boobs fills the screen and you lose the thread.

It's not sexy. It's compelling like a bruise you keep pressing. The exhibitionism isn't thrilling, it's just exposure without consent, a constant low-level panic. I don't know if I'd recommend it. I finished it, though. So there's that.