No One Called Cut

Jury = Art!

Holy shit Jury, this vanilla was vanilla of the purest form!

That's one hell of a back arch on pg. 17

I know Jury from their non-Fakku works on other sites, whose themes are more incentrated on the fantasy of the immense power of corruption sex has on the person and the sense of death of your self you get from sex. They are mostly pretty basic and formulaic stories who can be found in the repertoire of most hentai artist.

Their first pubblished stories on this platform were pretty far from this concepts, and if at first i found it strange, i then accepted it.
I enjoyed the more effort put by Jury on the plot and the relationship between the protagonists. Only in the sex scenes there was an hint of the sense of the death of yourself, but not too much.


This work is the first that delves in the two themes that are commonplace on their non-Fakku works; but i'm not suprised by this, as the story revolve between two actors that are acting on feelings that are both born from within and alimented by the characters they playing: it's expected that the sense of the death of your old self would come to light during the sex, the climax of the story.

I enjoyed this return to form, but only the story's plot structure is leagues better from his more self-indulgent works.

Both the film crew (a.k.a. Wingman Squad) and the discerning reader could SMELLLLLLL, what the lovey-dovey couple (Hirano and Saitou) Was Cookin'. And the (relatively-speaking) slow burn gradually increased in temperature until Page 8 ... Ignition Point!

In The End, There Can Be Only One Conclusion: "Well Isn't That Cute? ..... BUT IT'S RIGHT!"