Oh my, someone slipped porn into the late night teen programming again. Not that they’ll complain, most likely, but is there no one double checking what makes it on TV anymore? Or maybe that’s not the issue, and what’s really wrong with My Wife is the Student Council President is that it isn’t even enjoyable as a porno. A few kisses, naked breasts, and some more action obscured by clothing and cut short by slapstick, not to mention how unsexy it is to kick every single scene off with a misunderstanding of epic proportions. There’s plenty of porn that starts with a cute slip-up or accident, and that goes doubly so for hentai, but thirteen episodes of it? And can we at least get some full frontal nudity for our suffering?
Setting up the president and vice president of the student council as a married couple is sufficient enough reason to kick off the festivities I suppose, and maybe cause some tension within their friend group as a result of living together as high schoolers, but nothing else seems to follow from there. The president Wakana runs on campaign promises of free love and abolishing the ban on romantic relationships, but that line seems to go dead after featuring so prominently in the first few episodes, while her husband Izumi seems somewhat perverted and devilish at the beginning only to act pure and victimized for most of the rest. They are defined solely by their respective sex drives. Every other girl in the student council, disciplinary committee, and everywhere else (because there’s no reason for any of these groups to have any men beyond Izumi) exists to fall in love or fall to lust, and no matter where their ultimate targets may lay—only two lesbians show up by my count, and they play more like admiring underclassmen than women who genuinely like other women—Izumi is on the receiving end of all the sexual deviancy by the end of the day.
Is there any substance to this tripe? One joke is that Wakana’s parents both look and sound like 10 year old children, which has a moment or two but certainly not as many as they were given. A need to excuse the presence of Wakana’s panties in Izumi’s apartment leads to the entire cast thinking Izumi is a cross dresser, leading to more wacky mishaps, odd sexual advances, and a general atmosphere that actual cross-dressing teenage boys would cringe at. And of course, there’s the romantic bits. And where those are usually the parts I mind the most, when they get cut off in five seconds flat for the camera to ogle Wakana’s nipples or imply that Izumi is getting a boner, I wish they had just written a mushy romance instead.