Obviously, there is no realism to be felt in a manga that begins in a dog's POV, wasting no pen strokes in fulfilling the beastiality fetish that someone apparently has. From there, we are tugged along on a journey through fetishes, carried by a team of walking tropes, each of which possess a hot and steamy love for Pochita. There are many questions to answer, yet there are even more pantyshots to be drawn, so we must not tarry and continue to our original destination. Do not mind the MKUltra level experiment being conducted inside of this Japanese highschool, sleeper agents and everything. Do not mind Table-kun, or Recorder-kun, or the dakimakura.
Actually, do mind that one for it is you. Insert yourself onto this character who has somehow not been mega-ostracized for getting down on all fours and licking your lower regions as a result of his literal Pavlovian conditioning. You are surrounded by these women who have no other life than to observe you and you alone, thinking of you with each and every hasty breath outlined by several "Haa" sounds and a cute little heart.
Again, make no mistake, the story is undoubtedly nonsensical, and the characters are not in any way noteworthy to the annals or back-alleys of manga history. But I have derived more enjoyment from reading this ecchi-meets-epic in a single hour than I could in 500 hours of monotonous gaming. And for that alone, I slobber on my screen for another chapter of this ambrosia.
