The mouse cursor hovers over a textbook, then drifts. Always drifts. That’s the whole game, really. A computer science class, a project deadline, and three students who’d rather be doing literally anything else. The teacher’s there too, supposedly supervising, but her mind is clearly on a different kind of hardware. The setup is so thin it’s practically see-through, a flimsy excuse to get bodies in a room. And honestly, that’s fine. Nobody’s here for the plot about compiling code.

The interface is where my advocacy brain starts twitching. There’s a skip button, thank god, but it’s tiny. Like, designed-for-a-mouse-from-2005 tiny. I spent a good minute just trying to click the damn thing, my hand cramping up. The text speed option is buried in a menu that looks like it was styled with leftover CSS from a Geocities page. No keyboard shortcuts at all. For a game about a computer lesson, the actual computer interaction is a mess. You just click and watch scenes unfold, a series of static images with dialogue boxes that sometimes overlap in weird ways. One minute you’re reading about a variable, the next a cock is out and someone’s choking on it. The jump is jarring, but the game doesn’t care. It’s got one goal.

The oral scenes are the main event, sloppy and loud with sound effects that clip like a bad mic. The teacher character gets involved in a threesome that feels less like a fantasy and more like a scheduling conflict that resolved itself in the most direct way possible. The art is unpolished, lines a bit shaky, colors flat. But there’s a rawness to it that polished 3D renders sometimes miss. A desperation in the way the characters are drawn, mouths stretched wide, that sells the “hard sex” tag better than any perfect animation could. The big cock is, predictably, enormous. Proportionally absurd. A real suspension-of-disbelief destroyer, but then again, you’re not here for anatomy lessons. You’re here because the computer science project was never going to get done. And it doesn’t. The game just sort of stops, like it forgot what it was talking about mid-sentence. Which, honestly, is a mood.