Review of Notto Sexaroid Eurie! Episode 1
Right off the bat, as the screen flickers to life, I’m hit with Eurie’s voice—high-pitched, a little too eager, like she’s trying to sell me on her whole “modified girl” shtick while I’m still rubbing sleep from my eyes. Her outfit, if you can call it that, is this skintight, glossy number that hugs every damn curve, and I’m already squirming in my seat, caught between “holy hell, that’s hot” and “who designed this, a horny mech engineer?” The way her big, bouncy assets jiggle with every exaggerated step she takes through this monster-riddled city—Tengetsu, was it?—it’s like the animators are personally daring me to look away. I can’t. I’m locked in, heart thumping, half-laughing at how shamelessly this fantasy world throws itself at me. It’s not just lust; it’s this weird, electric mix of awe and secondhand embarrassment as she chirps about protecting peace while clearly being way over her head. I’m already rooting for her, but damn, I know she’s about to get wrecked—and not just by monsters.
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Eurie’s Grand Entrance: Boobs First, Brains Later
Let’s talk about Eurie stepping into Tengetsu like she owns the place, declaring herself the savior of this messed-up town. Her chest is practically a character of its own, bouncing with every word, the animation so fluid I’m half-convinced gravity got a special effects budget just for her. The way the townsfolk—mostly sleazy dudes—ogle her, it’s gross but real, like I can feel their sweaty desperation through the screen. And when she’s all smiles, oblivious to the danger, I’m torn between wanting to shield her and wanting to see just how bad this gets. Her voice, that peppy, naive tone, cuts through the gritty backdrop of a city crawling with monsters and pervs, and I’m already imagining her getting into trouble. It’s not just hot; it’s this weird, tense anticipation, like watching someone walk into a lion’s den with a steak tied to their ass.
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Bar Scene Chaos: Handsy Bastards and Helpless Moans
Fast forward to Eurie working at that bar, and holy shit, it’s a mess of hands and leers. She’s trying to carry drinks, her hips swaying in this tight little uniform, and the camera lingers on every angle like it’s trying to burn the image into my retinas. When the customers start groping her, I’m pissed but also embarrassingly turned on—her little gasps, the way her face flushes, it’s drawn so raw. Her skin looks soft, almost too real, the kind of detail where you can imagine the warmth under those rough fingers. And her protests, “Don’t touch me!”—they’re sharp, desperate, but the guys just laugh it off, and I’m sitting here, fists clenched, feeling like a creep for even watching. But I can’t stop. The way her body tenses, the subtle quiver in her thighs as she tries to pull away, it’s got me hooked. I’m reminded of this one time at a shady club where I saw a girl get cornered by some asshole, and that same helpless rage mixed with guilty fascination hits me now. Only this time, it’s animated, exaggerated, and somehow ten times messier.
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Late-Night Intrusion: Ray and the “Test Drive”
Then there’s the bedroom scene—oh, man, I wasn’t ready. Eurie’s just trying to sleep, vulnerable in this thin little nightie, when Ray sneaks in like some kind of horny phantom. The tension spikes; I’m on edge, half-expecting a jump scare, but instead, it’s worse—it’s intimate. When he grabs her, mistaking her for a sexroid, the animation gets downright filthy. Her wide-eyed panic, the way her lips part in a shaky “I’m not a sexroid!”—it’s heartbreaking but stupidly arousing. The way her body arches under him, the slick, almost wet sound effects as things escalate, it’s like I can feel the heat, the friction, through the damn screen. Her moans are uneven, somewhere between a cry and a plea, and I’m sitting here, face burning, wondering why I’m so into this power imbalance. It’s fucked up, but the detail—the sweat on her collarbone, the messy tangle of limbs—drags me in deeper. There’s this one moment where her nipple peeks through torn fabric, drawn with such obsessive care, I’m half-laughing at how over-the-top it is. It’s like the animators knew exactly what buttons to push, and I hate that it’s working. Reminds me of those late-night fantasies I’ll never admit to anyone, where control slips and everything’s raw, messy, wrong—but so damn good.
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Cream Pie Climax: Too Much, Too Soon
By the time Ray’s “test drive” hits its peak, I’m a wreck. The close-up on Eurie’s face as she’s overwhelmed, her eyes glassy, mouth trembling with these little broken sounds—it’s almost too much. The way the scene builds to that inevitable, sticky finish, the animators don’t hold back; it’s explicit, wet, drawn with this gross, beautiful attention to every shudder and drip. I’m blushing so hard I might as well be glowing, and I’m not even sorry. It’s like the first time I stumbled on something way too hardcore as a dumb teen, that mix of shock and “oh fuck, I can’t look away.” Her body’s sprawled out after, chest heaving, and there’s this lingering shot of the aftermath—messy, glistening, real in a way that shouldn’t be possible for a drawing. I’m half-disgusted with myself for how much I’m into it, but also, like, props to whoever storyboarded this. It’s not just a scene; it’s a damn assault on every sense I’ve got.
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Final Thoughts: I’m Broken and I Blame Eurie
Look, I’m not okay after this episode. I’m sitting here, replaying that bedroom scene in my head like some kind of degenerate highlight reel, and I’ve got no one to tell about it because who the hell admits to getting this worked up over a fantasy flick? Eurie’s naive charm, those big, impossible boobs, the way she’s thrown into this cesspool of a town and just… taken apart—it’s stuck with me. I’m half-tempted to sketch out that final frame myself, just to process whatever this did to my brain. And don’t even get me started on the monsters—I’m already dreading and craving what they’ll do to her next. If anyone needs me, I’ll be staring at my ceiling, wondering if I’ve finally lost it, or if Tengetsu’s just that good at breaking people. Send help. Or don’t. I might just watch it again.
