Reception
Eiken received crushing criticism in the United States. It has been accused of being "obscene" and "lacking substance". Jason Thompson gave the manga a zero-star rating in his review of the series in his Manga: The Complete Guide. The review was:
"Actual pornography disguised as romantic comedy pseudo-pornography. Densuke, a clumsy teenager, enlists in his school's all-girls Eiken club, which has no real purpose (the name is meaningless) other than to surround him with stereotypical women into whose enormous, lemon-shaped breasts and giant butts he constantly stumbles. The main thing distinguishing this from other fanservice manga is the complete lack of plot and the revolting artwork, including a sixth-grader with breasts so large they look like giant testicles, and numerous obscene shots of women eating Popsicles, veiny chunks of beef, and the like. Probably intended as a parody of 'normal' shōnen romantic comedy manga, it is still almost unreadable. Early volumes were labeled as 16+ before switching to the more appropriate older rating."
Stig Hogset gave the anime a one-star review on THEM Anime reviews, calling it "one of the most exploitative, demeaning anime titles I have ever seen". He went on say that "Eiken is like an hour-long nightmare of sexual innuendo of the creepy kind... you'll never find a bigger collection of 'wrong' anywhere else."
The anime and first volume of the manga were given "F" and "D+" grades at mania.com, respectively.
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