Oba again. That name from the F-series, you know the one. She's back and somehow even more... present. The whole thing is just her, standing there with those absolutely ridiculous boobs, and the game doesn't pretend to be anything else. It's a slideshow, basically. Click the blue triangles on the sides to flip through scenes. There are dots too, if you want to skip ahead, which is a weirdly thoughtful feature for something this unpolished. The interface feels like it was coded in a fugue state, but it works.

The art is rough, deliberately so. She's a chubby brunette with a hairy pussy, and the whole aesthetic is this unshaven, unapologetic mess. It's not trying to be slick. The hard sex scenes just... happen. One moment she's posing, the next the angle shifts and there's a cumshot, no fanfare, no animation, just a new static image. It's jarring in a way that loops back around to being honest. You're not here for a story. The game knows it. You know it. We're all just clicking triangles.

I got stuck for a second because I thought the dots were a loading bar. They're not. They're the navigation. That's the kind of experience this is. The whole thing is a weirdly meditative loop of clicking and looking at her huge boobs. No music, just the soft click of your mouse. It's almost zen, if your zen involves a lot of explicit close-ups. The lack of polish is the point, I think. Or maybe it's not. Who cares. It's Oba, with her boobs, and you click. That's the review.