We have no choice but to stare at this ritual of betrayal, as the dripping droplets of emotion peel away her mask of innocence layer by layer.

【Review】

Once, she was my “sanctuary.”

Back in her days working part-time at the restaurant, there was a budding freshness in the way she carried trays with clumsy hands. Those moments when she returned my poor jokes with a smile as soft as spring sunlight. We were supposed to be weaving a story of pure love. However, the chaos known as university ruthlessly awakened the “woman” sleeping inside her.

What is unfolding on the screen now is not the Haruka I know.

In a noisy club room, among haphazardly placed liquor bottles, she exposes her secret “garden of nectar” defenselessly while being stared at by wild youths. The cheeks stained with shyness that she used to show during our intimacy have now transformed into a glossy expression distorted with pleasure, toyed with by multiple palms.

The contrast in “atmosphere” is particularly noteworthy.

The lovely innocence that made one want to protect her, seen in previous works, has faded. In this film, the “pleasure of being treated roughly” rises from her skin like steam. Responding to the men’s coarse breaths, her ample breasts heave violently, and the overflowing emotions stain the sheets with dense traces.

Especially in the middle, the depiction of the moment she lets go of reason in a space with no escape is too cruel.

She will probably never call my name again. She simply surrenders to the torrent of carnal desire before her, appearing as if she is even enjoying her own destruction. We have no choice but to witness the pure water lily blooming most beautifully and madly in the mire, even as we curse it.