Fuuki Iin to Fuuzoku Katsudou Episode 2

Review of Fuuki Iin to Fuuzoku Katsudou Episode 2

Right as the screen flickers on, I’m hit with Sakurai’s voice, all breathy and desperate, pleading to cum again, and holy hell, my spine does this involuntary twitch like I’ve been zapped. It’s not even ten seconds in, and I’m already gripping the edge of my desk, face burning, because her tone—raw, unhinged, like she’s teetering on the edge of something catastrophic—drags me straight into the gutter. The visuals don’t help; her flushed cheeks, the way her lips tremble as she begs, it’s like the animators knew exactly how to carve lust into every pixel. I’m not ready for this at 2 a.m., but here I am, heart hammering, already whispering “damn” under my breath like some creep who’s never seen a woman before.

That First Scene: Sakurai’s Begging Broke Me

Let’s talk about Sakurai in those opening moments, because I’m still not over it. Her voice cracks with this needy edge when she says she’s not fertile, basically green-lighting the messiest finish possible, and I swear I felt my soul leave my body for a second. The way her body arches, all slick and glistening with sweat under some imaginary spotlight, it’s like the animators wanted to personally ruin me. Every little shudder, every gasp that sounds like it’s half-sob, half-prayer, hits like a punch. I’m sitting there, jaw slack, thinking about how I’ve dated people who couldn’t fake this level of desperation if their lives depended on it. It’s too much, too fast, and I’m already replaying that line in my head like a broken record, wondering why I’m so weak for a 2D girl who doesn’t even know I exist.

Kitamura Chika Enters Like a Damn Predator

Then there’s the shift to Kitamura Chika, the tennis team captain, dragging Izumi-kun into some shady corner like she’s about to devour him whole. Her voice has this husky, commanding bite, and when she leans in—way too close, her sweat practically steaming off the screen—I’m hit with this weird mix of “oh no” and “oh yes.” Her skin looks so smooth it’s almost criminal, all golden and damp from practice, and the way her eyes lock onto him, predatory and unapologetic, makes my palms sweaty. She’s talking about what she saw on the third floor, and I’m over here blushing like I’m the one who got caught. The tension is suffocating; her breathy little taunts, the way her fingers hover like she’s already undressing him in her mind, it’s filthy in the best way. I’m half-laughing, half-dying, because I’ve had fantasies like this in high school, except mine never involved a girl this confident or this stacked. When she notices he’s hard and just… says it, out loud, with this smug grin, I nearly choked on my own spit. Too real, too direct, I’m a mess.

Threesome Chaos: My Brain Melted at 8 Minutes In

Fast forward to the absolute insanity of the threesome with Sakurai and Chika, and I’m not even sure I’m breathing anymore. The scene at around 8 minutes in is pure, unadulterated chaos—two girls, both with curves that defy physics, their skin flushed and slick, moving in ways that should be illegal. The sounds, oh god, the wet, messy little gasps and moans overlapping like some depraved symphony, it’s like I can feel the heat through the screen. Sakurai’s softness contrasts with Chika’s athletic firmness, and watching Izumi get overwhelmed, sandwiched between them, I’m both jealous and horrified for the dude. There’s this moment where Chika’s hips grind down hard, her voice growling something about “not enough rounds,” and I’m sitting there, tense as hell, thinking about how I’d last maybe ten seconds in that situation. The animation lingers on every detail—the way their bodies tremble, the sticky aftermath dripping down thighs, the sheer intensity of their expressions. I’m embarrassed to admit I had to pause for a second just to process, because my heart was doing things it shouldn’t over a drawing. Also, side note, whoever did the sound design deserves a raise; those little whimpers when they hit their peak? Haunting. I’m never recovering.

Weak Points and Weird Laughs: I’m Conflicted, Okay?

Look, not everything landed perfectly, and I’m gonna be real about it. There’s a bit around the 10-minute mark where Izumi’s dialogue gets so whiny it almost pulls me out of the heat. Like, dude, I get it, you’re overwhelmed, but stop sounding like a kicked puppy for five seconds. It’s jarring against the girls’ raw energy, and I caught myself snorting at the worst possible moment. Also, the background music during one of the slower build-ups felt like elevator jazz gone wrong—way too mellow for the absolute depravity on screen. But then they cut back to Sakurai’s face, all dazed and flushed after another round, and I forgot why I was annoyed. Her little “I came” whisper, so soft and broken, flipped some primal switch in me. I’m a sucker for vulnerability, apparently, and now I’m questioning my entire existence over a fictional schoolgirl. Great. Just great.

Final Frenzy: I’m Done For, Send Help

By the end, when they’re all pushing limits—literally and figuratively—I’m just a shell of a person. The last few minutes, with everyone hitting their peaks over and over, it’s like watching a wildfire you can’t look away from. The visuals get sloppier in the best way, all sweat and tangled limbs and faces that look like they’ve seen god. Chika’s final taunt about “cheating with hips” made me bark out a laugh, because yeah, that’s exactly the kind of petty I’d be in bed. But then the exhaustion hits—Izumi collapsing, the girls freaking out for a hot second—it’s oddly human, and I’m left with this weird warmth in my chest, like I’ve bonded with these pixelated perverts. I’m sitting here, post-watch, staring at my dark screen, wondering if I should feel guilty or just… impressed. Honestly, I might rewatch that last bit tonight, because sleep is for people who didn’t just witness that level of insanity. If anyone asks, I’m fine, but also, I might need to lie down for a week. Or call someone. Or both. Whatever, don’t judge me.