This one hits my dancer brain in a very specific way. The whole thing plays like a private stage show where Yoruichi is half teasing, half daring you to keep up, and failing is kind of the point. She shows up in that “new outfit” like she already knows exactly what it’s going to do to Kisuke, to you, to anybody with a pulse. It’s not just fanservice, it feels like she’s walking out from backstage, fixing the strap over her tits, catching your eye and saying, yeah, I know you’re staring. The first time I watched it I had Spotify still running in the background, some random electro playlist, and accidentally synced her slow grind on his cock to the beat. It was stupidly hot. Like I was choreographing a burlesque routine in my head where every thrust is on-count and the creampie is the final pose.

What I really like is how messy it lets itself be. Her boobs are big and soft and they actually *move*, not that dead, frozen statue thing. When she’s riding him and her tits bounce down into his hands, it’s the kind of motion I literally rehearse in front of a mirror, just with more clothes. The titjob part made me laugh a bit at first because he’s just lost in it, mashing his cock between her breasts like he forgot there’s an entire goddess of a woman attached to them. Then she leans in, smirk on her face, and you can tell she’s actually in control of the whole scene. The way the cumshot splashes up across her chest and neck, then you get that facial angle where he paints her face, it’s indulgent in the right way. Porn logic, sure, but I’m not here for realism, I’m here for the moment when his cock twitches and the white hits her lips and she almost looks proud of herself. There’s even this tiny bit where his hand brushes her foot and for a second I thought we’re getting a full footjob sequence, he working himself between her toes while she leans back and laughs at him. You only get a taste of it, like a tease. It annoyed me way more than it should and then I replayed that part three times, so apparently I liked it.

The “endurance test” part is where it feels like a strip show that went completely off the rails in the best way. She’s not just fucking him; she’s measuring him. Can he stay hard while she squeezes his cock between her tits, strokes him with that perfect rhythm, then suddenly speeds up and throws his whole plan away. There’s this brutal moment where he’s obviously past his limit, dick twitching, and she still keeps going, like she wants every last drop of cum, inside her and on her. The final creampie is thick and deep, you see her hips grind down, like she’s trying to milk him dry. Then right when you think it’s done, she shifts and uses her hand and breasts again, milking out the leftover cum and finishing with that sticky facial, her skin shining with it. I wish they held on her face ten seconds longer, honestly. Let me really see that “I broke you” expression. But whatever, I just scrub back like a degenerate and watch that one frame where her mouth is half open, cum dripping from her chin, and I’m there planning in my head how I’d do it on stage with fake milk in a champagne glass. And of course I never will, but it’s fun to think about while the tab sits open next to my Telegram chats and my completely innocent Google Docs.

There is something very funny for me as data nerd when I open this game. In my head I see an imaginary Excel chart of Bleach porn clones from the last years, like a stupid KPI dashboard on Pornhub. You can almost track the spike when people got nostalgic for early 2000s anime and suddenly every artist decided that proud, angry girls must be pinned down and filled. This one sits right on that curve: Soi Fon, all tiny and deadly, completely wrecked on some cold floor, fucked until her ego breaks. It is not subtle. It is not trying to be. It is just that raw humiliation loop that people keep clicking on, and yeah, the click-through rate for “prideful girl turned cumdump” is stupidly high in every dataset I ever touched.

The setup is basically “you lost, now you pay with your pussy” and the game never pretends to care about anything else. There is no romance angle lurking somewhere, no soft fade-out. One second she is this serious shinigami, next second she is flat on her back or belly, legs forced open, getting hammered like she is just a hole. The focus is on that contrast, her usual strict-face look twisting between rage, panic, and that “I hate this but my body is betraying me” thing that I know a lot of you are probably here for. I liked how her expression shifts on each thrust when you speed it up; I kept catching myself glancing more at her eyes than at the actual penetration, which is kind of weird for a porn game but whatever. At the same time, her tits are small as fuck and the camera sometimes insists on them a bit too long, like the dev was proud of drawing tiny boobs. I’m on the fence about that. I opened Discord after and literally typed “why is the areola shading more detailed than the guy’s face,” and no one had an answer.

Mechanically it’s almost embarrassingly simple: you click, you drag, you adjust pace, you let him pound her harder, watch the bar creep up, and you decide if you want to see her face smeared with cum or her pussy stuffed full. There is this one moment if you push the rhythm just right where her body jerks, she tries to twist away, and he just slams her hips down, buries every last centimeter and holds there, balls pressed against her, then dumps a thick load straight inside. No condom, of course, just raw creampie that leaks out after, while she’s still panting and swearing. The game never pretends it’s consensual. It is ***, straight and simple, and the whole loop is built around that humiliation: a respected assassin from Bleach turned into a public-use toy on a dirty floor, taken like a whore who doesn’t get to say no. Honestly I wish there was at least one tiny interactive option to fight back, some fake “resist” button that always fails, just for the psychological kick, but I know it will never happen because this genre lives or dies by pure control fantasy. Still, watching her pride crack while he keeps ramming her, hearing these little choked sounds when he holds her down for the final thrust inside, it hits exactly that dark fantasy metric the tag crowd keeps chasing. The rest is noise. You load it in a tab, one hand on the mouse, and before you even think about meta or ethics, you’re already timing your own climax to his last, deep creampie.

Game looks like someone smashed Guitar Hero and a Bleach doujin into each other after a night of too much porn and cheap beer, and honestly, it kinda works. You’ve got Orihime with her ridiculous curves, big tits just bouncing while you’re staring at the notes instead of her face, and the whole thing is set up like a tiny rhythm challenge where your real enemy is your own left hand. There’s no long story, no fake deep plot, no boring walls of text. You hit start, rock music kicks in, she moans, and your brain switches into that stupid horny gamer mode. Controls are Z X C B N M, which sounds easy until the game decides to throw a mini solo at you and you suddenly forget what finger goes where. Porn + finger gymnastics. Weird sex ed class, but okay.

What I liked is how the pleasure bar is not just some background thing. You actually feel it when you miss notes and everything slows down. The moans drop, the animation kinda loses that intensity, like you’re ruining the mood, and then you quickly try to catch the rhythm again. Had this moment where the bar was almost full, the music was peaking, breasts were bouncing in perfect loop, and I missed like three notes in a row. Instant limp feeling, even though I was still hard. Felt like edging myself by accident. When you manage to land a streak and the bar finally overflows, she hits that orgasm scene and it’s honestly more satisfying than it has any right to be for something this simple. It’s not subtle. Cumshot everywhere, her eyes kinda rolling, that trashy hentai vibe. I’m not even into Bleach that much, but this redheaded version of Orihime with rock music in the background just scratches a very dumb part of my brain. And yeah, the loops are short, the song is not some masterpiece, and the moan sound gets slightly annoying after a while, like listening to TikTok audio on repeat. Still kept playing.

The thing is, you don’t stay for polish. You stay because it feels like those old browser rhythm games you secretly played instead of doing homework, except this time the reward is a horny anime girl losing her mind because you hit a few keys right. No tutorial hand-holding, no difficulty settings, just “here’s the track, don’t fuck it up.” I kinda wish there were more songs, or that the timing window was a bit clearer, because sometimes I nailed the beat in my headphones and the game still said nope. Also the keys being split so far across the keyboard is both fun and stupid. My left hand was doing weird spider movements, my right hand was absolutely not on the mouse, and I kept hitting the Windows key once, which pissed me off way more than it should. Still, when everything clicks and you’re riding the rhythm, watching her tits bounce in sync with the beat while the bar climbs higher, it feels dirty in that good, low-effort porn game way, like you accidentally found a lost Flash game from horny Newgrounds, except now it’s Orihime moaning to a rock track and you’re the idiot grinning at his keyboard.

There is something strangely intimate about watching a girl with huge tits in a tight Japanese uniform pretending not to notice the guy next to her on a crowded train. This game leans into that feeling hard. You are basically dropped into a subway car full of strangers, that slightly dirty fantasy where nobody knows you, nobody should be touching anyone, and of course everyone ends up doing exactly that. It feels like a fan’s wet dream that escaped from a Bleach x Death Note crossover forum, got drunk, and forgot all the story rules. One scene she looks like Orihime wearing a too-small blazer, next moment the vibe flips and she has that Misa Amane look, black accessories, little mischievous smile that screams “I pretend to be innocent but I’ll suck you off under this train seat if I’m bored enough.”

I like that the game doesn’t give you long explanations. You just click. Picture, some text you probably can’t read if you don’t know Japanese, something flashes, and suddenly you are on a different angle, closer, seeing more skin. It feels like paging through some cursed hentai doujin on my old phone on the Tokyo metro, trying not to let the guy behind me see the screen, except here the fantasy is reversed: you are the guy behind her, breathing way too close, hand almost touching. At one point I tapped on the black cat in the corner just because I was bored and it actually pushed the scene forward. That tiny dumb cat is now stuck in my brain more than some of the sex. I kept trying to click its tail, thinking “ok this time maybe it meows” and uselessly hoping for a secret blowjob angle or something. Never happened. I’m still annoyed. I’ll probably keep clicking it next time anyway.

The best bit for me is that first moment when she pretends to be shocked. She is holding the train bar, packed between strangers, and your hand brushes up against the curve of her breast. The art really sells the weight of those tits, that soft squeeze through fabric. Her eyes jump wide, then slide sideways, cheeks red, and you can almost hear her thinking “if I call for help, everyone will look, but if I stay quiet, maybe it feels nice.” It’s not subtle at all, but the timing of the zooms and the way her mouth slowly opens really nails that hentai rhythm. Later when she is on her knees in the subway corner, one hand still clutching the pole like she is afraid the train will stop, lips wrapped around the stranger’s cock, spit shining on her chin, there is this tiny detail: her uniform skirt is still properly folded, like she is trying to keep one last piece of her “good girl” act intact. Completely ridiculous, because two clicks later she is swallowing, throat bulging, eyes wet, and there is literally cum dripping down between her tits. The game jumps from shy to shameless faster than my VPN disconnects when I open Pornhub. I almost wish there was more buildup, more teasing, more scenes in the crowd where you are not sure if someone saw something. But no, it just throws you straight into that classic hentai subway hell where everyone else looks like props and the only real thing is her mouth, her breasts, that messy mix of guilt and arousal on her face. And it works, even when it shouldn’t.