The whole thing feels like someone took a dating sim, dropped it in a blender with a Junji Ito manga, and hit pulse. You got Sora, this guy who ran away from his hometown so hard he probably left skid marks on the prefecture border. Now he's back because his sister's in a bad way, and immediately he's a teacher at an all girls academy. Sure. That tracks. The game never lets you forget the "parasite" metaphor from the opening text crawl, which is funny because the actual parasite is the sheer number of girls who want to jump his bones. Thirteen. I counted. Each one has a route, a trauma, a specific way their eyes go dead when the psychological horror tag kicks in.

The sex scenes are... look, they're unpolished in a way that loops back around to being fascinating. Like watching someone's sketchbook come to life. The anatomy goes weird sometimes, a breast will defy physics, a facial expression will freeze in a way that's supposed to be ecstasy but reads as existential dread. And maybe that's the point? The game's got this thing about lavender. SMELLING THE LAVENDER it keeps shouting at you in brackets like a nervous tic. There's a mystery dog. I never figured out the mystery. The dog just exists, a furry question mark in Sora's house, and nobody talks about it. I respect that.

The soundtrack is mostly just... wind. And silence. And then a sudden piano note that made me jump so hard I nearly closed the browser. Voice acting is sparse, mostly gasps and giggles, but one girl has this laugh that sounds like a music box winding down and I haven't stopped thinking about it. The slice of life moments tutoring in the library feel genuinely warm until you remember the ghosts Sora's been running from, the ones that are "breaking free from the shackles he himself forged." That's a direct quote. The writing swings wildly between that kind of purple prose and a girl just straight up asking if you want to see her panties. It's jarring. It's supposed to be.

I got lost in the school for twenty minutes looking for the one male restroom. That's a mechanic, I think. Or just bad design. Either way, it felt true to the experience of being a man in a space that doesn't want you. The mystery unravels in fragments, most of which you find while trying to get a handjob in the AV room. It's a mess. A deliberate, horny, haunted mess.