Degenerate University v0.1.0
Degenerate University feels like someone took every horny thought they ever had during actual college, ripped out the romance, lit it on fire, and then decided to write a visual novel about the ashes. You play this sort of blank-slate loser-who-isn’t-really-a-loser, stumbling through a campus where everyone is way too eager to get in your pants, or bend you over a desk, or sit on your face in the library where nobody ever reads. The game doesn’t pretend to be classy. It’s direct. One minute you’re pretending to care about lectures, the next you’re on your knees in a bathroom stall, spit dripping, cheek pressed to cheap tile, thinking “yeah, this is what my life choices led to.” I actually liked how blunt it is, then kind of hated it for being so honest about what it is: just fucking, everywhere, all the time, with every possible combination of parts. There’s this weird charm in that. Or maybe I’m just broken enough to enjoy it.
The fun here is in the way it lets you bounce between power roles without making a big speech about it. Some encounters you’re the toy, getting pinned down by a smug futa senior who knows exactly how hard to choke you while she slides in, and you’re just clenching and trying not to moan too loud. Then you move to another route and suddenly you’re the one grabbing a “trap” classmate by the hips, pushing them against a vending machine, listening to the cans rattle while you fuck them hard enough that the whole corridor probably knows. There’s this early scene where you think it’s going to be a cute oral-only tease, but it keeps escalating: she makes you lick her clean after she uses your ass, calls you “good boy” with that lazy half-laugh that sounds like she’s grading your performance. Those little humiliations stick more than the “big” scenes. At some point I realized I was reading the text faster than I could enjoy the art and then resented the game for that, even though that’s just my own horny impatience. Some of the dialogue tries to be romantic for half a line and then just falls right back into degradation, like the writer got embarrassed about sincerity and remembered “oh yeah, this is Degenerate U, nobody gets a soft landing.” Which is honestly fitting. College romance in real life rarely ends with happy ever after; it ends with awkward messages, ghosting, and someone blocked on Telegram while still remembering exactly how their tongue felt. Here it just skips to the part you actually remember: who fucked whom, how, where, and who was left shaking when it was over. Everything else is just menus, porn tabs, and save slots you pretend you’ll come back to.
Added: Sep 07, 2025 💬 2 🎮 1k