Gomu o Tsukete to Iimashita yo ne… Episode 1

Review of Gomu o Tsukete to Iimashita yo ne… Episode 1

Holy hell, that opening line about the rubber thing hits like a freight train of regret—I’m instantly picturing the guy’s pent-up frustration, his voice cracking with that raw, desperate edge that makes me squirm in my seat, remembering my own stupid mistakes with impulse control back in my wilder days.

The Sister’s Wild Entrance: When Worry Turns into a Wet Dream

Okay, so this little sister crashes the scene like she’s auditioning for a role in my dirtiest fantasies, all big boobs straining against her top and that smug attitude that screams “I’m here to fix your problems, pervert.” The way she just waltzes in, thanking him for saving her sis while eyeing him like he’s the next meal, got me hooked immediately—her voice is all silky and commanding, making me flashback to that one ex who used to boss me around in bed, and damn, it stirs up this mix of annoyance and arousal that I can’t shake. She’s got this body that’s basically a carbon copy of her sister’s but with that long black hair adding a fresh layer of temptation, and as she starts pushing him towards the bed, I’m already feeling the heat, picturing how soft her skin must look under those clothes, the kind of friction that builds up sweat and makes everything slippery.

From there, it’s a whirlwind of escalating debauchery—the handjob scene is brutally efficient, her hands working him over with this clinical precision that’s both hot and hilariously detached, like she’s multitasking while he loses his mind. I hate how relatable his no-fap agony is; it hits too close to home, making me shift uncomfortably as I recall those blue-balled weeks where every little touch felt like fire. Her taunts about hurrying up and coming are gold, evoking that push-pull of wanting release but savoring the build-up, and the way she grinds against him later, even with the panties barrier, had me gripping my remote, imagining the warmth and the forbidden thrill of almost slipping in. It’s messy, intense, and yeah, I was blushing like an idiot by the creampie part, that raw invasion feeling both exhilarating and a bit too real, stirring up memories of times I crossed lines I shouldn’t have.

Creampie Chaos and the Descent into Depravity

Once he ignores her pleas and goes bareback, it’s like the floodgates open—her outrage is genuine, but there’s this undercurrent of excitement in her voice that sells it, making me crave that same reckless abandon. The creampie is described with such vivid, sticky detail in the script that I could almost feel the warmth spilling out, that guilty pleasure of filling someone up without permission hitting my kinks hard; it’s warm, it’s wet, and it leaves a mess that’s both disgusting and intoxicating. I’m drawn to how the animation captures the subtle twitches and moans, even if the voice acting dips into over-the-top territory, which oddly enough made me laugh out loud—her “You’re the worst!” line had me nodding in agreement, thinking about how I’ve been that guy before, the one who can’t hold back, and it adds this layer of self-reflection that’s as erotic as it is embarrassing.

Then it shifts to the titjob and hairjob segments, where she’s casually playing games on her phone while he humps away, and that’s where it gets weirdly personal for me. Her breasts are described as heavy and obscene, bouncing with each thrust, and I found myself fixated on the sound effects—the slick, rhythmic fapping noises that echo like some perverse ASMR session, making me think of rainy nights alone with headphones on, lost in similar scenes. It’s hilarious how she calls him a pervert while enabling the whole thing, and that detachment ramps up the eroticism for me, tying into my own hang-ups about wanting connection but settling for objectification. By the end of the dry humping and creampie, I’m fully invested, my mind racing with comparisons to real-life encounters where things got out of hand, the kind that leave you questioning your morals over a cold pizza at 3 AM.

Finishing with a Bang: Or Should I Say, a Messy Explosion

As it wraps up with her demanding more even after the creampie fiasco, I’m left in this haze of satisfaction and mild horror, wondering if I’d actually survive a session like that without therapy afterward—seriously, who knew armpit sex could sound so appealing in context? This episode’s got me all twisted up, craving more while dreading the fallout, and I might just rewatch it tonight, but only if I can find someone to blame for my inevitable lack of sleep. Ugh, fine, I’ll admit it: I paused at the creampie scene and stared a bit too long, feeling that familiar rush, but hey, what’s a little degeneracy between friends?