Being a trainee, you find yourself surrounded by sexy girls everywhere - from the co-eds in your classes to the neighbors down the hall and the alluring older ladies nearby. You don’t really mind their age or professions - your eyes are locked only on those perfect curves that make up their breasts and shapely asses.

Soon enough, with the help of your goofy and eager friend, you’re going to experience those tempting features in more ways than just with your eyes. Expect your training days to become full of steamy interaction, as you and your buddy dive into naughty adventures.

The game throws you right into the middle of an erotic playground where curiosity leads to temptation, and temptation leads to sin. You'll fend off distractions while chasing down irresistible girls in every corner, making each choice count as you decide which curves to caress first.

Every character you meet has her own story and her own unique appeal. Whether it’s the young and innocent co-ed next door who's secretly craving an experience, the confident mature woman who knows exactly what she wants, or the shy neighbor who's hiding a wild side - you get to peel back their layers and find out what makes them tick beneath those clothes. Progress unlocks deeper encounters where you can indulge in fantasies that shift from teasing touches to full-on passion, always driven by your growing appetite for adventure.

Don’t waste time staring from afar. The path to pleasure is in your hands - dive into the game and start satisfying your hunger right now. Feel the thrill of the chase, the rush of stolen moments, and the satisfaction of finally claiming those luscious curves as your own. Grab your buddy and prepare for the naughtiest, most unforgettable training experience of your life. It’s not just a game - it’s an erotic journey where no boob or ass goes unexplored. Are you ready to make your move?

You start as this kinda clueless guy who just wants some easy cash delivering pizza, and suddenly you’re knee deep in a beach resort that feels like it was designed by a horny god with zero HR rules. The whole thing plays like a goofy visual novel that keeps tripping over its own jokes, then somehow landing face first in some really filthy scenes. One second you’re checking a delivery address in a half-busted menu, next second the door opens and there’s a stacked blonde in a bikini top that can’t decide if it’s clothing or suggestion. The game doesn’t even pretend to be serious. You get into these dialogues where you try to sound professional while staring at gigantic tits that basically have their own gravity, and half your choices feel like: “Be polite” or “Accidentally flirt like a horny idiot.” And both usually lead to trouble, just different flavors of it.

What I liked is how they use the “pizza boy” thing as an excuse to throw you into all kinds of weird situations. Like, there’s this delivery to the green haired girl at the pool, and the scene starts normal, just small talk about the order, some dumb jokes about extra cheese, whatever. Then she stretches on the deck chair, her bikini bottom rides up, you get a close-up cg that is absolutely not subtle, and you suddenly notice this small dialogue branch that was easy to miss. If you pick it, she starts teasing you about tips. Not money tips. The tension ramps up quick. The writing is still trying to be funny, but the cg is already full hentai mode, uncensored, skin shining like she’s been soaked in sunscreen for an hour. I had that moment of “ok this is stupid” while at the same time scrolling back to check if there was a way to push the scene even further. Spoiler: there kinda is, but you need to be a bit of an asshole earlier with another girl at the beach bar, which I found by accident. Totally not replay-safe if you pretend to be a good guy all the time.

Then there is the scientist. She shows up like the game took a wrong turn out of Pornhub and fell into some cheap sci fi parody. Lab coat barely closed, tattoos poking from underneath, talking about “testing new code” in the resort system and acting like your dick is part of the experiment. There are bugged text boxes sometimes, stuff flickers, and instead of fixing it she sort of leans into it and starts breaking the fourth wall in this teasing way. She literally blames “code bugs” for why her top keeps disappearing in the cg gallery, like it is a glitch and not that the artist just wanted her naked in every variant. You get this optional scene where she asks you to deliver “special pizza” to her lab at night, and the whole route goes from light comedy to full hentai lab fantasy. Restraints, scanners, her sitting on your lap pretending she is calibrating something, and your choices change tiny details in the cg: glasses on or off, open coat, how rough it gets. It’s not super deep, but it felt more playful than most jam stuff I’ve seen.

The resort itself is full of beach clichés, in a good trashy way. Redhead lifeguard with a body that looks like it violates health and safety, fake wholesome smile, then you notice the way the camera angle keeps dropping to her chest when she “checks your pulse.” There’s a scene where she pretends you might be dehydrated and drags you to the shade. Absolutely no medical training in that scene, just wet lips, tan lines, and an excuse to slide her hand too low when she is “making sure your heart is fine.” The game lets you pick if you play along or try to act innocent, but both paths are horny, just with different banter. The humor is actually not terrible. It’s dumb, meme-ish, full of throwaway lines about late orders and bad mobile data, like someone wrote it while doomscrolling Twitter and watching hentai at the same time. My only real complaint is that sometimes it feels like the choices tease something big and then you just get the same cg with one line changed, but maybe that fits this whole lazy resort mood.

Some of the best bits are smaller things that almost feel like inside jokes for people who crawl adult VN sites too much. There’s a moment where a blonde customer says “don’t worry, I’m legal, this isn’t that kind of game” and then immediately asks you to help rub lotion into places the camera very clearly wants to focus on. Another time, a text popup bugs out and repeats three times, and instead of hiding it they let the scientist comment on how your “route flag is stuck” while her hand slowly moves offscreen on your body in the cg. Stuff like that makes it feel like everyone involved knew exactly what type of trashy, horny beach story they were making and just ran with it. It’s rough, sometimes clumsy, a bit all over the place, and the girls are drawn with that exaggerated hentai logic where every boob looks heavier than your whole torso. But when you are in the middle of a scene, watching sweat drip between giant tits while you’re still holding a pizza box in the corner of the frame, it kind of just clicks. You’re not here for perfect pacing. You’re here because a part-time job at a resort full of hot women and broken code is the exact porn plot your brain secretly wanted and never asked for out loud.

Aizen dragging Lisa off to a quiet corner of Soul Society already feels wrong in that good way, like when you know you’re clicking something you shouldn’t at work. The game throws you straight into that vibe: hot, annoyed, horny lieutenant with glasses, and a captain who acts like he’s just “disciplining” her but clearly just wants to wreck her on a beach somewhere. No build up, no soft romance nonsense, just “she’s been a naughty shinigami, let’s see how hard she can take it.” Lisa’s that kind of brunette nerd girl who pretends to be calm but the second the uniform is up around her waist, she’s crying out and shaking her ass like she’s been waiting for this since the academy. It feels weirdly right that a vizard is the one losing control like that while Mr Genius Captain treats her body like a test subject for cock experiments. Soul Society looks all calm in the background and then there’s her, glasses slipping while she gets pounded stupid, like someone opened Pornhub in the middle of a temple.

The whole thing basically revolves around that pleasure bar. You’re not just clicking mindlessly, you’re watching that little gauge, waiting for the sweet green zone so Aizen can slam into her harder. Hit it right a few times in a row and Lisa suddenly arches her back, her tits bounce with that sharp little gasp, and you feel like you just discovered a new combo in a fighting game, except the reward is hearing her moan like a total whore instead of “Excellent!” or some crap. Miss the timing and she makes these frustrated sounds, biting her lip, looking almost disappointed in you, which is honestly more humiliating than any game over screen. At one point I had her right on the edge, gauge glowing, beach wind in her hair, and I completely fucked the timing and the rhythm turned all awkward. Aizen still keeps going, but it feels like when the music in Spotify skips for a second while you’re jerking off. Tiny thing, but it broke the flow and I’m still annoyed about it.

Staying in that green zone long enough turns Aizen into some kind of sex professor. Every perfect click feels like he’s pushing deeper, like he’s trying to fuck her vizard mask right out of existence. She starts going from sharp yelps to that messy, breathless begging that doesn’t even sound like words anymore. You don’t need some tutorial telling you what’s happening, the animation and the way her body twitches sell it. And the final part, when he finally decides she’s had enough “training”, the whole scene locks into this slow, heavy rhythm. Her hips are trembling, sand stuck to her skin, and then he just unloads inside her like he’s pouring all of Soul Society’s secrets straight into her womb. It’s not a quick squirt either, it’s that long, sticky creampie that keeps oozing out while she’s still pulsing around him. I kinda wanted more control there, maybe one final input to decide if he pulls out or not, but at the same time, that lazy, arrogant “you’re taking all of it” finish fits Aizen too much. By the time his cum is dripping out of her and she’s lying there ruined with her glasses crooked, it really feels like he didn’t just fuck a lieutenant, he rewrote her whole job description with his cock.

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.