
reading nakamura asumiko always feels like slowly descending to a black sticky soup bcos of how morally ambiguous her characters are but I'll take that as me being a perfectly normal human being for being disturbed. love her art so much it feels so airy and light, that, and then add the heaviness of the themes she confronts GOHD. keep creating my girl (she's 46 yrs old).

before i die I'll own a physical copy of this until then i will not rest. it gives me so much comfort that the author of this was a woman, god the sensuality and scent that was permeating through every panel made my cnt throb (art arouses me). i, for one, cant trust the artistry and depth of male authors (esp from japan idk if that sounds racist or xenophobic, if it helps they abused my ancestors). i hope asumiko nakamura eats well and have a health insurance bcos i have new goal and that requires she stays alive until i learn Japanese and go to japan and stalk her bcos i want to have a well-meaning conversation.

im good at ignoring the room so even tho everyone's dead serious rn i want to express my delight at this moments of male leads sudden devastation bcos they were abandoned i love the desperation makes me all giddy and im shaking w excitement hahahahaha hope the chasing drags for like 5 more chapters hehe until he's all broken and he develops tremors and he convulses and implodes hehehehehahhahahwhahahahuahahaha
ps. don't like yandere sht tho bcos the brokenness wouldn't feel as genuine bcos they were wack from the very start, i want a perfect healthy pink brain with all its healthy curves and crevices.

lol I ended up looking for it myself. Here: https://azilatl.space/story/tscgasah/chapter-1-3/
exquisite