It's a good thing that Sakurai Sakuya is so good at depicting sex, because those pages upon pages of smut featuring a manipulative seme, wolves around every corner and a borderline infantilized uke is terrific compensation for the wild-assed story premise and screwball comedy that makes me feel wrong for enjoying it so much. Baby talk and doe-eyed simpletons are not really my thing, but you need them for the stuff this company prez tries to pull off. My favourite moments were the ones where Aki shows he has some spine, wibble-y and tear-stained as it might be.
Hisho Ikuseichuu