Fuck the Teacher
As Rui lies sweaty on her stomach in bed in front of Natsuo, her bottom clad in skimpy underwear thrust toward him, his heart begins to beat faster with every passing second. Rui coughs. The cold seems to be bothering her. The only thing that will help now is the freshly unwrapped suppository that Natsuo is holding in his hand.
He gently pulls down his little stepsister’s damp panties. Natsuo’s youthful modesty prevents him from looking directly at Rui’s most intimate parts, so he carefully feels his way between her legs with the white suppository. The girl whimpers.
The first opening Natsuo reaches with his fingertips doesn’t seem to be the right one. Higher…
Rui gasps quietly, her face pressed into a pillow as her older stepbrother tries to gently push the suppository into her moist entrance.
I’m sorry…
is all Natsuo can say before feeling his way a few inches higher and then lovingly pushing the medicine into her tight, conception-longing exit. Only Rui’s gurgling moans break the silence in her dimly lit bedroom. Soon she will feel better again.
Welcome to the scandalous world of Domestic Girlfriend, the anime for people who somehow find incest and sexual intercourse with wards quite acceptable, but would rather not promote blood libel and horny teachers. Here, there is kissing, fondling, and fooling around until the break bell rings, but somehow everything is quite nice, cute, and funny. At least until the first feelings develop.
Natsuo Fuji has a crush on one of his teachers, Hina Tachibana, but since he knows he has no chance of ever getting into a relationship with her, he lets his friends talk him into going to a party where he meets the quiet Rui.
One thing leads to another and then, well, neither of them is a virgin anymore. Unfortunately, it wasn’t what they expected, but that’s okay. They’re just ships passing in the night and will never have to see each other again, right?
But when Natsuo’s father announces that he is getting remarried, Natsuo learns that he will also have two new stepsisters. Now there’s a problem, because, what a coincidence, one of them is his teacher Hina and the other is Rui. Yes, the family dinners at Natsuo’s house are about to become more or less really awkward in Domestic Girlfriend.
What sounds like a nice love story with a little physical contact quickly develops into a drama harem with hentai elements. Rarely have I wished so much for a protagonist to fail in all his endeavors and for karma to really kick him in his constantly swollen soft parts as I do for Natsuo in Domestic Girlfriend.
Natsuo cheats, lies, and fibs his way through every interpersonal relationship, hurting everyone who crosses his path within a ten-kilometer radius. Of course, Natsuo is unaware of any guilt. He’s just looking for true love. And if people who develop feelings for him get hurt in the process, that’s not his problem. After all, it’s their own fault for falling for his innocent ways.
But instead of punishing him for breaking his little stepsister’s heart and hymen, massaging his suicidal classmate’s breasts, and then fucking his teacher, he ends up winning an award for best young writer, because after all, it’s his big dream to become an author. And Rui, whom he has been messing with from the very beginning, spreads her legs for him again to celebrate the occasion.
If the credits hadn’t come before, Natsuo would probably have won the lottery too. Because Domestic Girlfriend teaches us that karma can’t hurt you if you simply praise improvement after every misstep and smile away all signs of remorse in a sympathetic manner. After all, Natsuo is the main character in his own life story and, hehe, hoho, if you have tits and, for whatever reason, ended up near him, then you’re just out of luck.
Instead of having to listen to Natsuo’s annoying whining all the time, I would have preferred to learn more about his boss Masaki, the gay and adorable flamboyant restaurant owner with a yakuza past. But there probably wouldn’t have been much room for underage breasts in his colorful annals.
The best thing for Domestic Girlfriend would have been if Natsuo, after his well-deserved fall down the stairs caused by his literature club friend Miu, simply hadn’t woken up. Because then we would have been spared the schmaltzy and completely far-fetched rest of the so-called story, and Rui would have found her well-deserved happiness. With me, for example. Right, I’m going to stick a suppository up my rear end now—Domestic Girlfriend has made me sick.