69: Itsuwari no Bishou Episode 2

Review of 69: Itsuwari no Bishou Episode 2

Right out the gate, I’m slammed face-first into this episode, and holy hell, that opening “Good morning, Izumi-kun!” from Maho-san at 00:03:57 hits like a sugar-coated slap. Her voice is all honey-drip sweet, but there’s this undercurrent of teasing that’s got my ears prickling and my brain already spiraling into a gutter fantasy before I can even blink. The way the animation lingers on her lips curling into that playful smirk—it’s like she’s daring me personally to keep my cool, and I’m already failing. My heart’s doing a weird jittery tap-dance because I know, I just *know*, this saccharine wake-up call is gonna nosedive into pure filth within minutes. I’m sitting here, palms already sweaty on my desk, caught between giggling like an idiot at the domestic fluff and feeling this hot, antsy buzz because I can hear the unspoken “we’re gonna wreck each other soon” in every damn syllable. It’s not even a minute in, and I’m hooked, half-embarrassed, half-ravenous.

Boobs, Booty, and Breakfast Boners: The Morning Scene That Broke Me

Let’s talk about that early bedroom tease at 00:04:22 when Maho-san purrs, “Look at how big this has gotten.” I’m sorry, but the way her eyes flick down with that mix of mock surprise and raw hunger? I felt that gaze in my soul. The animation doesn’t skimp here—her fingers hover just shy of touching, and there’s this subtle quiver in Izumi’s frame that screams desperate, barely-contained need. It’s not just suggestive; it’s a visual gut-punch of tension that had me shifting in my seat, muttering “oh, come on” under my breath like I’m begging them to hurry up. The soft morning light filtering through the window catches every curve of her chest, making her skin look like it’s glowing, practically begging to be touched. And when she giggles, “You’re lively first thing in the morning,” at 00:04:24, it’s this throaty little sound that’s somehow innocent and filthy all at once. I’m over here remembering every awkward morning wood moment of my own teenage years, and yeah, I’m blushing, but I’m also cackling because this scene is so absurdly relatable yet dialed up to eleven. It’s domestic and depraved, and I’m eating it up like a starved animal.

Schoolgirl Shenanigans: When Grades Get You Laid

Fast-forward to the classroom drama around 00:05:08, and we’ve got this student-teacher mess that’s equal parts wrong and stupidly hot. The girl’s pleading, “Maybe you haven’t heard me right,” with this desperate, breathy tone while fumbling over her misaligned answer sheet excuse, and I’m just sitting here with my jaw half-open because the power dynamic is so messed up it’s thrilling. The way Sensei’s stern face softens just a fraction at 00:05:20 when he gruffs, “I understand the situation,”—man, that subtle shift in his expression, the way his eyes narrow like he’s already plotting something nasty, it’s got my pulse racing. Then it escalates, and by 00:06:01, when she’s gasping, “I never felt anything like this before!” during their forbidden little tryst, her voice cracks in this raw, overwhelmed way that sounds so real I almost forgot this was drawn. The animation of her trembling thighs and the messy, frantic way her uniform’s half-torn off—it’s sloppy in the best way, all sweaty skin and flushed cheeks glistening under harsh classroom fluorescents. I’m torn between “this is so wrong” and “don’t stop,” and honestly, it reminds me of sneaking around in high school, heart pounding, knowing you’re one wrong move from getting caught. I hated how much I loved this scene, but damn, it gripped me.

Izumi’s Unhinged Energy: Dude, What Even Are You?

By the time we hit Izumi’s feral turn around 00:11:10 with Maho-san whimpering, “People will notice if you’re too loud,” I’m both laughing and kind of unnerved because this guy’s intensity is off the charts. The way he growls back, not caring one bit, while the animation shows every muscle in his back tensing as he goes harder—it’s animalistic, and the sound design doesn’t hold back either, with these wet, rhythmic slaps that are embarrassingly loud in my headphones. Her gasps turn into these stifled little cries at 00:11:16, and the way her fingers dig into whatever surface she’s braced against, knuckles white, it’s so detailed I felt my own hands clench. I’m thinking, “Izumi, chill, you’re gonna break her,” but also, low-key, I’m into how unapologetic he is. It’s like watching someone unleash every pent-up frustration, and it hits this weird nerve in me—memories of losing control in moments I shouldn’t have, that reckless heat. When she stammers at 00:11:34, “No way! It’s Izumi but it feels like I’m with a stranger!” I felt that confusion too, like, who *is* this guy right now? The voice acting here is peak, her tone all shaky disbelief, and I’m just along for the ride, wide-eyed and way too invested.

Ass-Play and Aftershocks: Things Got Weirdly Intense

Okay, I gotta address the backdoor stuff at 00:19:06 when Maho-san’s freaking out with, “Huh? No, hold it right there! That spot is dirty!” and I’m sitting here, eyebrows shooting up, because I did *not* see this coming. The animation doesn’t shy away—there’s this close-up of her shocked expression, eyes wide and glassy, mixed with the slow, deliberate movement of Izumi just not giving a damn about her protests. The sound of her voice breaking into this panicked, “Ahh! My ass!” at 00:19:09—it’s so raw, so caught-off-guard, that it made me flinch and then immediately lean closer to the screen. There’s this slick, messy sheen to the visuals, all heat and friction, and when she finally caves at 00:19:37 with, “Shove it in as hard as you want! Fill me up!” I’m just… done. It’s like every taboo button got smashed at once, and I’m wrestling with how wrong it feels versus how stupidly aroused I got. It’s like that one time I stumbled into a kink I didn’t know I had, and now I’m stuck replaying this scene in my head, wondering what’s wrong with me. The aftermath, with her dazed muttering at 00:19:56, “Something is wrong with me!”—girl, same. I’m a mess over here.

Creampie Chaos: The Climax That Kept Coming

Don’t even get me started on the endless finishing shots, like at 00:18:56 when Maho-san’s losing it with, “Ahh, there’s so much gushing in!” The animation goes hard—pun intended—showing every pulse, every sticky overflow, with this obscene attention to detail that made me choke on my own spit. It’s not just the visual; it’s the way her voice pitches into this overwhelmed, almost broken moan, like she’s drowning in sensation, and I’m right there drowning with her. The sheer *amount* they animate, the way it drips and clings to skin, it’s so over-the-top I’m half-laughing, half-staring in awe. By 00:22:02, when another girl’s choking out, “Making me swallow this much will drown me!” during her own messy encounter, I’m just shaking my head because this episode does not let up. It’s like they’re trying to one-up every previous scene, and I’m reminded of those wild, sloppy nights where you’re too far gone to care about the mess. I didn’t expect to feel this winded, this personally attacked by a drawing, but here we are, heart hammering, wondering if I need a cold shower or a therapist.

Look, I’m not even gonna pretend I’ve got my thoughts together after this. Episode 2 of 69: Itsuwari no Bishou just dragged me through every emotion—lust, guilt, shock, and straight-up confusion—and I’m still reeling. I keep flashing back to Maho-san’s trembling gasps and Izumi’s unhinged energy, and I’m half-tempted to rewatch just to figure out if I imagined half of it. Did that ass-play scene really happen, or am I just cursed now? I’m probably gonna lie awake tonight, haunted by sticky visuals and wondering if I’ve unlocked some weird new part of my brain. If anyone needs me, I’ll be staring at my ceiling, muttering “what the hell” to myself until dawn. Send help. Or don’t. I dunno.