Huesu Lyse Little bitchy boy (Nivel 3) mail warning

New player looking for his first Game!
No Blank profiles pls
No silent games!
WIP
Background and arrival to EF:Huesu was an unusual young man. He collected anime figures that he never took out of their boxes, had an entire bookshelf dedicated to multiverse theories, and his greatest physical contact had been with a limited edition Sailor Saturn plushie. Socializing was not his thing. He hadn't even unmuted his mic on a video call. But his mind was an infinite ocean of fantasy.
One Friday night, alone in his room and wrapped up to his neck in a Totoro blanket, he was clicking through tabs of morally questionable content. One of those forbidden portals his thumbs arrived at more with shame than intention. And there she was: Chelsea, the sexual wrestler. She had her own category. Her own lore. Her own championship belt, sparkling with a physics-defying glow.

In the video, Chelsea had just performed a “deadly desire lock” when, suddenly, she broke the fourth wall. She turned to the camera and smiled. Not at the average viewer. At him.

He blinked. His heart pounded like he’d just chugged two liters of orange soda. He thought it was a weird pop-up, some kind of Japanese malware… until his laptop screen started to bubble. Literally. Like hot rubber. Then, an arm came out of the monitor: muscular, oiled, tattooed with a QR code and the logo of EF.He was pulled into a psychedelic tunnel made of floating lingerie, erotic gifs, and whispered phrases in multiple languages. His memories —the most intimate, the most embarrassing— hovered around him like bubbles: the time he fell in love with a voice actress, his attempt at writing a romance novel about virgin androids, his secret collection of senpai-shaped pillows.A lot of lusty and precious girls were looking at him...he was just a virgin how will he survive?