"Imouto Paradise! Episode 2" - yeah, that's what they called it. Paradise it ain't, kid, not unless your idea of heaven involves an unhealthy dose of familial guilt and enough sticky white regret to drown in.
Our protagonist, let's call him Joe Schmoe, 'cause frankly he's a stand-in for every chump with a pulse and a family album, is back in the lion's den, or should I say, the little sister's boudoir. Seems Episode 1 didn't teach him nothin'.
This time, it's a regular sorority house of sin, each sister vying for her turn at bat, so to speak. You got the demure one, Michika, who uses her "virginity" like a bargaining chip in a poker game she's already rigged. Then there's Rio, the supposed "tomboy," who spouts "human rights" like a dame clutching her pearls while bending over backwards for dear ol' big brother. The irony, kid, it's thicker than cheap mascara.
The setting? Hell, it might as well be a stage set. A revolving door of bedrooms and kitchens, all leading back to the same inevitable act. It's like they took the "family sitcom" and dunked it in a vat of bad decisions and worse lighting.
The real kicker? Joe here, he thinks he's the protagonist in this twisted fairy tale. He laps up the adoration, the increasingly bizarre requests, like a thirsty man at a poisoned well. He's drowning, see? Drowning in a sea of little sister lust, and the worst part is, he thinks he enjoys it.
The episode ends on a real sour note. All the sisters, even the ones who were MIA for most of the show, come back to stake their claim. Joe's last line, "Where did my human rights go?", well, that's the punchline, kid. In this "paradise," he surrendered those at the door.
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