



The first thing that hits is the cheek. This is corporate warfare fought with caramel and publicity stunts, and it’s properly sharp about how petty, ruthless, and weirdly thrilling that can be. Three companies scrap for market share with gimmicky giveaways, and nobody here is above selling their soul for a better slogan.
We mostly follow Nishi, a fresh recruit at World Caramel: keen, decent, and slightly lost in the office maze. His boss Goda (with Nishi in tow) “discovers” Kyoko Shima — quirky, offbeat, notorious for her rotten teeth — and decides she’s star material if you package her right. The set-pieces are terrific: space-suit branding, ray-gun hokum, crowds whipped up like it’s a national emergency, all in service of sweets.
As Kyoko’s fame rises, money and attention file her down into a product. Nishi learns the harsh maths of the post-war machine: who gets used, who gets dropped, and what “loyalty” buys you. Punchy colour, bitter laughs, and a final aftertaste that isn’t caramel.