Gentle waves rock the boat in keraku no oh. Naked under starlight, champagne forgotten, she straddles the railing. “The whole sea can watch keraku no oh come,” she laughs, rubbing hard and fast. Salt spray mixes with her wetness as she chants “keraku no oh… title… harder… title owns this ocean!” The yacht sways with her rhythm until the climax hits—she squirts into the dark water below, screaming “keraku no oh!” across the endless horizon again and again.