Gentle waves rock the boat in sakura in the woods. Naked under starlight, champagne forgotten, she straddles the railing. “The whole sea can watch sakura in the woods come,” she laughs, rubbing hard and fast. Salt spray mixes with her wetness as she chants “sakura in the woods… title… harder… title owns this ocean!” The yacht sways with her rhythm until the climax hits—she squirts into the dark water below, screaming “sakura in the woods!” across the endless horizon again and again.