The loading screen is just a white room with a bed and some medical charts on the wall, then Shinji appears. That smirk. You know the type. The kind of doctor who takes way too long checking your pulse, finds reasons to have you sit in just a gown that never quite stays closed. The animation when he first walks in, the way his glasses catch the light. It’s so stiff it circles back around to being hypnotic. I spent maybe five minutes just watching the idle loop of the patient fidgeting on the exam table, her legs crossed, then uncrossed, then crossed again. The soundtrack is this tinny, almost muzak version of something that was supposed to be soothing but just drills into your skull.

The whole thing hinges on a sex tape. Not one you find, but one he makes you watch. The grainy filter over the scene is a nice touch, that specific blurry VHS fuzz that hides just enough. He has you strip, of course. Standard operating procedure for a man who definitely lost his license in three other states. The masturbation sequence is where the lack of polish actually works for it. The looping moans cut off weirdly mid breath, the sound of skin is slightly out of sync, and it creates this uncanny feeling that’s way more effective than something with a triple-A budget. It feels like something you shouldn't be seeing.

Then the actual "treatment". The animation cycles are so few you can count them, but the framing of the shot, creeping in on her face sliding against the paper sheet on the bed, is raw. The dialogue is standard "this is for your health" corruption speak. He keeps his stethoscope on the whole time. That got me. Just this little detail of professional pretense as everything falls apart. I wish there was more to do with the hospital setting, other rooms maybe. It just stays in that one sterile box. The core loop just... Is what it is. A quick, messy, dirty bit of hentai logic that knows exactly what it is and doesn’t pretend to be anything else.