The first CG hits and you realize oh, this is that kind of prestigious academy. The kind where uniforms fit a little too well and every conversation in the empty classroom after hours carries this low hum of something about to snap. Buried Desires doesn't pretend to be subtle. You're a broken teacher with a trauma the game drip feeds through flashbacks that are actually more interesting than the present day stuff, which is weird because usually it's the other way around.

The choice system is basically a anxiety simulator. Do you keep professional distance or let that one student who keeps "forgetting" her textbook stay after class? Every click feels like watching yourself walk toward a obvious trap but the writing makes you complicit somehow. There's this one path where you shut down completely, refuse every advance, and the game just... ends. Like a wet fart. No grand resolution. Which honestly felt more realistic than the harem route where suddenly everyone's trauma is healed by your magic sad-dad energy. The teacher fantasy is strong here but the game occasionally remembers you're supposed to be a wreck and throws in dialogue options where you just stare at the wall. Relatable.

The CG gallery fills up fast if you're messy with your choices. Some scenes unlock in ways that made me reload saves just to see what happens if you're a complete degenerate versus a reluctant degenerate. The art style is that specific brand of hentai where everyone looks 25 regardless of being a college student or a faculty member. Wish there was more variety in body types but that's like complaining about water being wet in these games. The accessibility menu with the self-voicing option is a nice touch even if hearing your bad decisions read aloud feels like a personal attack. What even is the point of the screenshot key? Who's collecting these moments? Actually don't answer that.