You know what, after I wrote Maki off, I discovered I can actually enjoy this. A doormat gets no sympathy from me, so I can take the slave contract and laugh at it. I am actually starting to like Liz, lmao! If I knew from the start these characters would turn out this way, I might have enjoyed previous chapters more.
I probably won’t say this very clearly, but I don’t mind the kind of stories where things like Chapter 8 happen, but only when the story sends the signals that it’s that kind of story.
This one started off as if it was going to be in the mode of Kimi Koi Limit or its sequel (kinda clueless cute blonde, brunette beauty with an edge, yadda yadda), but then it was like someone thought, “Let’s do something with a kind of Happy Sugar Life feel, only make it really subtle!”
You know, like a band playing an emo ballad that takes on a bit of death metal tinge after the chorus.
I want to lock these two idiotic assholes in a room with Ena from Yuunagi Marbled and not let them out until she gets them sorted.