The Nel Tu bar fills and I'm thinking about Foucault's pendulum, the way desire oscillates between control and collapse. Ichigo from Bleach, but not really. His hair is wrong, like someone described it over a bad phone connection. Orange spike but off. Costume changes flick through, shinigami robes to something with leather straps I didn't ask for. The mouse cursor hovers, a clumsy finger. Click and hold. The friction sound loops badly.

My therapist would say I'm displacing. Nel's eyes do that hentai thing where they cross slightly, pleasure bar climbing. The red bar, the anxiety bar, the too-much bar, pulses at the edge. Can't let it grow. Edging as game mechanic. In Barthes' "Pleasure of the Text" he never had to hold a mouse button while a parody of a soul reaper moaned in a sampled voice that cuts off mid-breath. Missed opportunity. The cumshot triggers when you fail the red bar management. Pixel splatter. I failed three times before understanding the rhythm.

Costume button in the corner. Click it and she's wearing... a school uniform? Something from the Arrancar arc? The textures are muddy. Feels like someone ripped sprites from a Flash game and called it homage. The parody tag doing heavy lifting here, because nothing about this Ichigo fucks like the real Ichigo would. Too passive. Nel just lies there. The whole thing is a single interaction loop, pleasure versus restraint. My wrist starts to hurt from holding the button. No variation in position, just different body parts to click. The thigh gets the fastest response. The neck does almost nothing. Somewhere in Hueco Mundo, Kubo is unaware this exists and that feels correct.