About this game
The diary thing, right, it’s a framing device but honestly I forgot about it halfway through because Miu’s swimsuit was just... there. The 3DCG has that specific jank where sometimes the skin looks like melted candle wax but then the next scene hits and the way the light catches on Senri’s thighs during the beach volleyball part made me choke on my drink. Not polished. Deliberately unpolished maybe? The shadows under the tits are too sharp, like someone turned the ambient occlusion to eleven and walked away. But it works for the horny brain, you know?
The footjob scene in the cafe, I didn’t even pick the choices that led there, I was trying to be romantic with Kaede and suddenly there’s toes. The multiple choices feel like they’re laughing at you. Pick the nice guy option, get cucked. Pick the assertive option, get cucked but with eye contact. The netorare tag isn’t a warning, it’s a promise. The latina character, Hina I think, has this accent that drops in and out like a bad radio signal and her ass is rendered with what I can only describe as religious dedication. The interracial scenes have this weird filter, like the contrast got bumped, makes everything look sweaty in a way that’s either hot or concerning depending on how late it is.
The party scenes drag. Too much dialogue about feelings and the future and I’m sitting there like, show me the oral again. The harem route is messy, characters clip through each other during group scenes, a hand will phase through a breast and you just have to pretend. But the teasing, the slow burn before the vacation romance actually kicks in, that part got me. The anime expressions are over the top, eyes going wide like saucers during the foot fetish content, and I laughed but also didn’t click away. The mobile game aspect means it’s probably optimized for one-handed play, which is honest marketing at least. The Brazilian beach setting is just a backdrop for jiggle physics and bad decisions. Wish the writing didn’t try so hard to be deep when we’re all here for the same thing. The diary entries between scenes feel like homework. But that one scene with the oil and the balcony, the way the audio cuts out except for breathing, that’s the ASMR trigger I didn’t know I needed. The romance is there if you squint, buried under all the explicit stuff, like finding a raisin in a cookie when you wanted chocolate chips. Not mad, just confused.