About this game
He’s not even that hairy. Like, yes, there’s a treasure trail leading down into those boring office slacks, but it’s not the full forest I was promised by the tags. My finger, or cursor I guess, just kept circling that one mole on his shoulder blade. You’d think in a game called something about a crush, they’d give the guy more... texture. But no, I’m stuck playing amateur chiropractor with Hiishi Mamoru, dragging my mouse in these tight little circles while he makes those breathy, pixelated gasps that sound like a dying Tamagotchi. The whole first minute is just this awkward, silent prodding, wondering if I’m giving him a bruise or a boner.
Then you find the sweet spot. Right on the lower back, just above the belt. Drag up. He practically arches off the screen, and a little dialogue box pops up with something incredibly profound like “Ngh... there...” and I’m not ashamed to say I immediately forgot about the other two bad endings. I became a man possessed, a connoisseur of clicking, trying to milk every single “secret dialogue” out of the cum endings like I was deciphering the goddamn Voynich manuscript. Got one where he calls me a tease, which is rich coming from a collection of pixels I’m basically edging with a left-click. Felt a bit called out, honestly.
Wish the touch mechanic was a little less... binary. You’re either rubbing a circle or you’re not. There’s no in-between, no way to ghost your fingers over his stomach and watch the little hairs stand up. Which they don’t. The tease is entirely in your head, the game just presents the canvas. The cumshot isn’t even the main event, it’s the path there, that stupid, repetitive drag motion that suddenly feels illegal when his icon shudders. It’s the most unpolished, single-minded thing on my browser right now, and I keep a separate window open just for it. Dare to play it while your actual office crush is microwaving fish next door, see if you don’t slam the laptop shut like you’ve been caught with state secrets.