Share House e Youkoso by Sabashi Renya
looks like the usual conveyor sushi-style eromanga at first glance because that's what it is—our virile virgin protagonist is dropped into a sharehouse otherwise occupied exclusively by templates of women, through whom chapter by chapter he industriously dicks. In the same way that a blood-streaked, wild-eyed time traveler must needs not have any time to explain because his audience already knows what they're in for, our stunt cock's penetrative progression unfolds with the kind of perfect precision only possible when any concern of personality or development is cast aside. He's efficiently slung through their orbits, in each transfer picking up the momentum that'll fling him towards his next slickened crevice. (And before ye think of smugly carping about Art, Taste, or Development of Believable Characters, dear reader, reflect honestly on what's been able to put your
So, what more can be done with the five ladies plus capstone orgy a professional requires to fill out out three-quarters of any given mediocre porno tankoubon? Ask Sabashi Renya, whose queany little tweaks consistently render turnkey gonzo slop enjoyable. Our blushing boy's virginity is discarded in the usual way when the first girl invades his peaceful bathtime. The second chapter opens with the second girl schlicking to the sound of their copulation; it's usually here that she would separately invade his bedroom for a chapter before exiting stage left to wait for the finale, and I would close the tab.
But instead our first girl takes an interest, and her interference forms a nice little misunderstanding that efficiently takes care of getting Chapter Three moving too! And it's in Chapter Three that one little reaction panel changed everything, at least for me, and also in which our leading man gets a moment of surprisingly stylish character development that'll go completely unnoticed unless you're attuned to the same certain special something that we, and apparently also Sabashi Renya, look for.
Is Share House e Youkoso
worth your time? Leaving aside the fact that you didn't pay a goddamned cent for it, you filthy pornopirate you, it depends—are you the type to turn your nose up at well-prepared sushi simply because it arrives by conveyor? If not, then perhaps, dear Anonymous, you'll be able to baleen out the same enjoyment I did.