When the chapter title features "Watermelon" in the Thighs manga, I think of one thing... And it didn't happen?
Instead we get:
-Adult sexually harasses her teenage employee by getting him to spread his cream on her thighs. Teen is fine with that.
-HOLY SHIT that page 15 spread is the fan serviciest fan service to ever service a fan! It's got feet, it's got the forbidden angle of butt cheeks, it's got the holiest of holies barely concealed by a towel. Across the globe, hundreds of readers just slipped out of work/class/dinner with grandma to go crank one out in the bathroom. It's a
Goddamn Renaissance painting except instead of dead Christ's bulge, we get teenage pawg. I feel dirty, and I feel absolved. In Christo Redemptus Sum!
You know what's impressive is that in spite of how openly lewd for the fetish this manga is, it's somehow also funny and relatable and I'm genuinely rooting for the romance. It transcends its own filth. I am in heaven, I am in the slop, the slop is heaven.