This thing feels like someone mashed together a horny beach vacation, a busted fighting game fanfic, and one of those trashy hentai clips that keeps popping up on Pornhub recommended even after you hit “not interested” three times. You land in Hawaii, but it’s not like, postcard Hawaii. It’s more like the version your dirty uncle imagines after three beers: sticky air, loud music, plastic lei hanging off a busted car mirror, and every girl looks like her back hurts from carrying those tits around. The whole thing orbits around Diva Mizuki and Mai Shiranui trying to out-slut each other in the most shameless way possible, and somehow that’s exactly the point. It’s not subtle. It doesn’t even try. You’re just tossed between these two big-boob disasters, a beach bar, and a tentacle-obsessed ocean that’s basically one horny octopus waiting for its turn.

What I really liked, even if I hate saying “liked” because I sound like a teenager again, is how the game treats milk like it’s a whole fetish language. Mizuki leans over the bar, bikini top screaming for help, and there’s that one scene where she teases the young waiter, pressing her chest against his arm, leaving this wet circle on his shirt. Not sweat. The game is very clear about that. He pretends to keep wiping glasses, but the camera hangs on his dick outline pressing against the counter way too long. Later, when Mai shows up, the vibe shifts from playful to nasty fast. She’s the classic KOF eye candy, but here she’s turned up way past canon: bikini bottoms riding high on her hips, cheeks swallowing the fabric, ass basically doing its own character arc. She knows Mizuki is already dripping milk and just pokes at it, pretending it’s a joke, fingers sliding under the bikini strap, pulling it away, letting a few drops spill while she laughs. I actually paused and rewatched that bit like three times on my phone, which is annoying because Chrome on Android keeps popping the stupid address bar in full screen. There’s zero romance here, not in the usual sense, but there is this weird emotional thing where both girls are clearly performing for attention and also low-key testing who can push the humiliation further. It’s not “love”, but it has that needy feeling I know way too well from dating apps like Tinder and Feeld, where everyone acts tough and then overshares at midnight.

The octopus is honestly the most honest character. No pretense, just full-on boob addiction. When it finally wraps a tentacle around Mizuki from the surf, it doesn’t bother with her pussy first like most lazy hentai. It drags her down by the tits, squeezing until you see the skin stretch, then milk starts pumping out in these long, obscene spurts, some of it running over the suckers. She’s half crying, half moaning, and the scene stays there, zooming in on every drop like the game forgot there are other body parts. Then Mai jumps in, not to save her, but because she refuses to let Mizuki have the “spotlight” of being violated alone. That bit on the sand, where both girls are tangled in slimy limbs, bikini tops ripped off, milk and seawater mixing on their bellies, the waiter standing there frozen with a hard-on so big it looks painful, is where the game finally clicks. He’s supposed to be the “lucky guy”, but he looks completely overwhelmed, like a virgin who swiped right on a threesome on Feeld as a joke and actually got it. When he finally moves, he just shoves himself between Mai’s thighs from behind while a tentacle is already pumping her, and the game doesn’t try to make sense of it. Fluids everywhere, sounds wet enough I had to lower the volume because I thought my neighbors would hear. There’s also this car scene in the parking lot I didn’t expect, with Mai bent over the hood, ass reflecting the beach lights while the waiter fucks her and reaches forward to knead Mizuki’s leaking breasts right through her bikini top. I’m pretty sure real life boobs don’t work like that, but whatever, I still replayed it. The interracial angle is almost thrown in casually, like someone remembered at the last second that the waiter’s darker skin next to their pale curves looks hot and just went with it without comment. Story-wise it’s total nonsense, pacing jumps all over, and the octopus sometimes just disappears between scenes like it had a bus to catch. But somehow that messiness gives the whole thing a dirty, amateur charm, like a horny daydream that got out of control and nobody bothered to clean it up.