The narrative style of this manga kinda reminds a bit of inariya sensei's (and she's my favourite manga artist of all time), in that the focus on small gestures shows how significant they are. It's a great immersion tool; not to mention the GORGEOUS angles that just add an extra spice to the reader's experience. (Besides, I can't begin to tell you how grateful I am that this story isn't dropping ahegao faces and messy smut left and right, these aren't really my cup of tea.) The pace is just perfect!
Personally, I think kang moo's obsession with Kirin should culminate in him trying to get kirin killed so he could indulge in the pleasure of watching him die. It would be a moment of apotheosis, since Kang is so bent on dominating Kirin. It might be even more so if Kang decided to do it with his own hands, because it would be more intimate. Imagine the ecstasy he'd be able to achieve. I believe if Kirin realises that he might be the potential next target, this might create an interesting dynamic and allow for more agency on Kirin's part. He knows what Kang is, he knows that there is no cure, which is why he can't let himself be swayed. If the story goes down the "love conquers all" path it might be a huge waste of an excellent, complex dynamic.
Hey! True, right now that's not what he wants from Kirin. I just think that this descent into madness which stems from obsession could be an interesting take on their relationship and how it will develop in the future. Kang Moo does derive pleasure from watching people die, but now there's a new element: his feelings towards Kirin and how they drive Kang Moo's actions. How do these two things interact? Do they coexist? Does one weigh on the other? Does one cancel the other out? Or do they push both characters to the edge? And this, this edge that leads to brutal things, is what interests me and which I think would be a fascinating aspect to explore in their relationship.
Sure, I'll keep reading (and hoping that they won't go for the "only the power of love can save you" option). Thanks for the tip!
You got me even more curious now, I wonder what "healthy" entails in a relationship with a pshycopathic killer hah
It's not about "I like this in spite of the monsterfucking", just admit to yourself that you enjoy this dynamic BECAUSE of that element and how they explore it in this story. Embrace your inner Eddie Brock and be at peace, my friend.
It's funny to me how some will complain about a supposed "lack of development" in their relationship and use how long this manga has been going on to advocate for something more substantial between Mori and Senpai, but storywise it hasn't been as long for the two of them. Sure, this manga reads like the longest slice-of-life in existence and there are many fillers, but since it's about slowly building their relationship, I believe even those "filler" moments contribute to said development. Besides, take a look at how MANY yaoi mangas out there usually start: with the seme r****g the uke and then the uke immediately falling in love and forgiving him, and then they live happily ever after. Sounds familiar? That's exactly how Koisuru began, but senpai refused to follow the trope. Even if he does end up developing feelings for Morinaga eventually, it makes much more sense to build around that event and to explore their psychology to the deepest levels than to just rush things for the sake of saying "see, they've taken the next step in their relationship". Because, again, storywise, it hasn't even been that long for them. They're still learning how to "be" together. And personally I think it's amazing how even after all this time and all that Mori and senpai have been through this story still sparks interest, because it deals with love as something that you build little by little; it's the small things.
agreed
if there's one thing that really challenges my suspension of disbelief, it's mpreg lol
I'm only here for the big ass titties and uncensored buttholes
IM DEADASS GONNA THROW UP AT THIS POINT IM SO FUCKING NERVOUS JESUS FUCKING CHRIST IM SHAKING
be still my suspension of disbelief