About this game
The physics are all wrong on Professor Vex's tits and I don't care. That's the thing. They float. They bounce in ways that would require some kind of anti-gravity gel implant that doesn't exist yet, maybe it does in the Starwatch universe, who knows. She's got this blue skin and these head-tentacles that twitch when you pick the right dialogue option, the one where you pretend to be a dumb student who needs "extra tutoring" on xenobiology. The tutoring happens. It's not tutoring.
I spent way too long on the character creator. Not because it's deep, it's actually pretty bare, but because I couldn't decide if I wanted to be a smug lizard-man or some kind of gaseous entity in a containment suit. Went with the lizard. The text keeps calling my character "recruit" which gets old fast, like I have a name, I typed it in, use it. But then Vex leans over her desk, and the game gives you that choice. You know the one. "Study hard" or "Study harder" with a little winky face that's not actually there but you can feel it. The blowjob scene that follows is described with this bizarre mix of clinical alien anatomy terms and straight-up filth. "Her esophageal tendrils lubricate your length." Okay. Sure. Hot.
Wish there was more to do between the sex scenes. The academy setting is just a series of menus, really. Click class, click dorm, click shower where you might run into the gelatinous transfer student who communicates through pheromones and apparently wants to absorb you in ways that are definitely against academy policy. The hentai art style is deliberately rough, like someone's sketchbook from high school if that kid was really, really into alien breeding kinks. Sometimes the text contradicts itself, one paragraph says you're in the lab, next one says classroom, and I'm sitting there wondering if I teleported or the writer just forgot. Doesn't matter when the tentacle professor is whispering dirty nothings about your academic potential.