The whole thing feels like someone threw a catgirl convention into a blender with a low budget reality show and forgot to hit the "polish" button. Not that I'm complaining. The "real model" tag is doing some heavy lifting here, and by heavy lifting I mean the uncanny valley is so deep it wraps back around to being kind of hypnotic. There's this one kitty, a blonde with fox ears for some reason, who does her striptease and her elbow clips right through her ribcage during the bra removal. I stared at it for a weirdly long time. It wasn't sexy, exactly, but it was... something. A digital artifact of pure, unfiltered intent.

The juiciest scene, if you can call it that, was with a contestant who looked like she was rendered for a completely different game. She had this glossy, plastic sheen, and when she finally got down to the pasties, the music, a tinny loop of what I think is royalty free smooth jazz, hit a saxophone note that was so flat it physically hurt. The whole thing was so awkward and earnest it looped back around to being genuinely hot for about three seconds. Like watching a mannequin try to seduce a malfunctioning printer. Then you have to click a glowing paw print to make her take off the next item and the spell is broken because the UI sounds like a Windows 95 error chime.

The competition structure is just a series of these moments. You're a judge, which means you just click on the girl you want to see get more naked. There's no scoring system I could figure out, no real feedback. Just you, the weird catgirls, and that goddamn saxophone. One of them was named something like "Muffin" and her entire gimmick was she had a tail that twitched independently of her body, like a separate entity that was just as confused to be there as I was. The game doesn't care about logic or anatomy, and honestly, I started to respect that. It's a pure, unhinged id vortex where the only goal is to remove digital clothing from bizarre cat-human hybrids. The "Kitty of the Month" thing is just a framing device, a thin excuse for the parade of jank. And you know what? I kept clicking. I couldn't look away from the clipping and the dead eyes. It's not a good game. It's barely a game. But it's definitely an experience, like finding a weird, sticky magazine from a dimension where cats evolved instead of apes. The whole thing runs in a browser, so at least it doesn't have the decency to clutter up your hard drive.

The opening CG hits and I actually snorted. Not at the art, which is that particular brand of hentai where every female student looks like they’re smuggling volleyballs under a uniform two sizes too small. No, it’s the premise. Sister sacrifices everything so brother can attend college, and within the first ten clicks he’s leading a rebellion against some rich prick named, I think, Victor? Vincent? Something with a V. The tonal whiplash is almost a feature. You’re supposed to be this grateful, determined underdog, but the detective mechanics, such as they are, mostly involve clicking on girls in the library until you trigger a competition scene that ends with her bent over a study carrel. The intrigue tag is doing a lot of heavy lifting. There’s a mystery about the dean’s corruption or something, I don’t know, I kept getting distracted by the physics defying breasts.

The teacher character, Ms. Hartley, has this scene where she’s supposedly evaluating your “rebellion strategy” in her office. It devolves into a power struggle that’s less about pedagogy and more about seeing how many different fluids the artist can render on a single desk. I spent an absurd amount of time fixated on a background detail, a framed diploma that’s clearly just a blurred jpeg of a stock photo. It’s crooked. In every shot. Even after the desk is supposedly cleared. That kind of sloppy unpolish is what you’re signing up for. The student competition segments feel like they were coded by someone who just discovered branching dialogue trees but only had the patience to make two paths, both leading to the same sticky conclusion.

There’s a point where you’re gathering evidence in the locker room and the protagonist’s inner monologue is all grim determination while a classmate is literally on her knees behind him. The game never acknowledges this disconnect. It’s not satire, it’s just horny and forgetful. I wish the detective parts were harder, or at least made a lick of sense, but they won’t be. You’ll click the shiny object, a girl will appear, and the rebellion against the spoiled college elite will be fought one improbably loud orgasm at a time. The sister who sacrificed everything? She shows up in a flashback exactly once, looking sad in a kitchen, and then the game forgets she exists so you can rail the rival’s girlfriend in a supply closet. Priorities.

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