The courtyard again. Same bench, same weirdly clean paving stones. Feels like the morning after a con, when the hotel lobby is just empty Monster cans and regret. This epilogue thing, it's basically a highlight reel of all the messy stuff from before, flashing up like someone's corrupted photo gallery. You're just standing there while the nerd girl with the glasses, the one who probably alphabetizes her doujinshi, gets all nostalgic. And horny. The memories are the game, really.

It's a titfuck scene that sticks in my brain, not because it's particularly wild, but because of how her glasses fog up. A real, actual detail. She's on her knees, that cute anime face all scrunched up, and she's going at it with this clumsy enthusiasm that's way more effective than any polished porn star act. The animation is janky, like a gif that's been shared too many times, but it loops in a way that just... works. You see her tongue doing that thing