The premise is genuinely stupid in exactly the right way: a Shinigami who drains perverted thoughts instead of lifespan, which means the more of a degenerate you are, the longer you live. The show commits fully to this one joke and builds a whole narrative around it. You get actual plot momentum between the fanservice shots, which puts it a step ahead of the dozen other harem comedies rotting on streaming sites.
Ryosuke's life takes a bizarre turn when he accidentally agrees to help Lisara, a death goddess stranded in the human world, by offering his spiritual essence as payment for her survival. The catch? She doesn't drain his lifespan like a normal Shinigami would. Instead, she feeds on his perverse desires, systematically removing his ability to think about anything remotely sexual. What was supposed to be a quick transaction becomes a nightmare when Ryosuke realizes he's been completely de-sexualized, and his only path to recovery requires working alongside the very goddess who neutered him in the first place. As Ryosuke reluctantly joins Lisara's cause, he discovers she's hunting dangerous spirits that threaten the human realm. Their partnership forces him to navigate comedic chaos: battling supernatural threats while simultaneously trying to reclaim what makes him, well, a teenage boy. The show balances absurdist humor with genuine action sequences, pairing innocent comedy against ecchi moments that play with the central premise. It's aimed at viewers who enjoy supernatural comedy that doesn't take itself seriously, mixing slapstick energy with romantic tension that builds as Lisara and Ryosuke's relationship deepens despite its ridiculous foundation.