The king course that I chose with the intention of jumping off the stage of Kiyomizu. The maid, who used to only draw hearts with ketchup, suddenly sticks her butt out at you. Even wearing cat ears. From the immediate insertion to that girl who always appoints, the newcomers' heart-pounding service (sexual), and the big tits' boobs, all of them are full course. Can you survive the barrage of moe beams from 12 people?
