The Demonic Ceo In My Bed

I am at a loss for words. Breathless. This shįt kicked the soul out of me. I feel like I've been ràped. I am less of a person now. I am something worse than I was before reading it. It took something from me. 

And what did it give me? Not good art. Good lord, not good writing either. Not good anything. The sheer audacity of going on for ONE HUNDRED CHAPTERS. Like it wasn't a sin against Gõd! Like its mere existence isn't proving that He is, in fact, dead?!

At a certain point, I was trying to see how much of a pìss it was going to take out of me. This manga has one of the leads fùcking shoot a góddamn dog in the leg on chapter fùcking seventeen. For funsies. FOR SHÌT AND GIGGLES! At that point, just two endings were left open for it: remain an absolute waste of time, or doubling on violence and absurdity until the gravity of its own clusterfück collapses into itself and becomes fun. 

As you can see, I didn't give it 1 star, so it's not even so bad so good, and it isn't at all fun. It's just too incompetent to be hilarious. It's just too mediocre to be readable.

Just the mere tonal whiplash takes you out of it every two chapters. On one panel we shoot dogs, on the next we do quirky love quarrels. One is abortion, the next is a beach episode. Characterization is a broken mirror, shards and blood everywhere, nobody makes sense, no one among the cast works. I won't even dignify the ending by addressing it, bìtch doesn't deserve it. Bìtch shouldn't have had the bàlls to conclude like that if it wanted to be addressed.

In short, EVEN for a manhua, it is a waste of archival space on this site's server, and one more reason why mankind has ran its course and deserves to be expunged from the Annals of History, forever. 3 on the Ivern Scale™️, not reccomended. I hope the author loses both hands in a freak carousel accident.