Lunch here is absolutely not the same girl you remember from the show. Forget the shy sneeze gag, she’s basically logged into her own porn universe and left the plot far behind. The whole thing feels like someone asked “what if Lunch stopped pulling guns and started pulling out toys instead” and nobody told them no. You’re not some epic hero, you’re just the lucky idiot she decided to drag into her horny little side quest. She wants to fuck, she tells you she wants to fuck, and the game never pretends it’s about anything else. There’s this funny moment at the start where she looks at you like you interrupted her lunch break, then suddenly she’s grinding on you like that was her plan all day. No build‑up, no big story arc, just “hey, you, undress me and make it nasty”. Honestly, respect.

The breast thing is ridiculous in a good way and in a “ok calm down” way. They don’t just look big, they move, bounce, and straight up jiggle like the dev had a personal grudge against gravity. You click something, they react, you thrust, they react more, and every time they slam against her chest you can’t decide if you’re aroused or just impressed by how stupidly huge they are. There’s a part where you’re ramming that dildo into her and her tits are just swinging all over the place while she moans and begs for more, and it feels like the whole scene is built just to show how far they can push the expansion without her literally tipping over. Then the game leans into it even harder: she spreads her legs, pussy glistening, dildo going in deep, and she stares right at you with that “you’re not done yet, idiot” face. The creampie finish isn’t some shy fadeout either. You pump her full, she squeezes around you like her whole body is trying to milk every drop, and the camera just stays there, watching it leak out while her chest keeps twitching and bouncing like her orgasms don’t know when to stop. And somewhere in the back there’s this flying tree frog reference that shows up like a fever dream, like the dev was watching the wrong anime and just rolled with it. It makes zero sense, but by that point you’re already knuckle‑deep in her and not really complaining. Actually, I am complaining about her socks; they annoy me for some reason and it’s never explained, but whatever, no one cares except me. The whole thing feels dirty, stupid, horny and strangely honest about it, like a drunk fantasy that accidentally clicked “publish” instead of “save draft”.