Think of it as another perspective. (Alas, I don't expect people to stop burning me with fiery pitchforks.)
I read this first before Junjou Romantica, and... After reading Junjou Romantica, THEN this again, I arrived at one conclusion:
No one has friends here. You know, that kind of close friends you can talk about anything, ESPECIALLY your troubled love life / resurfacing first love of catastrophic past / your brother's best friend who actually liked your brother THEN started molesting you THEN started falling for you THEN you started falling with him.
How lonely. And no, definitely not cultural. One person, completely understandable. Two, okay, homosexuality isn't really accepted. I understand. Three, still fine. Not everyone in Japan has lotsa friends, moreso for accepting friends. But when almost all characters of the entire series + another series related to the work before all exhibit the same anguished, tragic, forcefully hidden under every rationale possible, all wrapped in denial, explosive love (or rather, the tendency to hide it and not talk about it until the worst possible moments).....
Milked for drama. I mean, think about it, a LOT of the tension presented in both series can be fulfilled without much (delicious, but still, artificial) angst if they talked to a friend who can then slap them in the head with a paper fan while yelling "BAKAAAAAAA! THIS IS NONSENSEEEE!!!". Or having a heart to heart talk.
_>;
And that's the bad part of Sekaiichi Hatsukoi -- in one word : pacing. Junjou Romantica only got like, 2-3 volumes (in which it alternates between different people and different personality and more especially, different kind of resolution) of The Masochism Tango + Belligerent Sexual Tension before going straight to Tsundere area. Sekaiichi Hatsukoi got like, 5 straight volumes. WITH Tsunderes on both sides.
Meta-wise, that's a bit...oi. Well I understand there are certainly progress (and sex. Lotsa sex.). But....exactly that point. I felt a bit cheated. Also a bit nonsensical (albeit sure, I can chalk this to suspension of belief)
Story-wise...dear God, poor Ritsu. He's broken and atm I don't wish for Takano to save him with The Power of Love, as much as for anyone to drag him to a therapist. A lot of psychologist could have a field day with his denial alone, not to mention his inferiority complex. Not to mention his mental avoidance towards 'proper healthy relationships'.
Other aspects, eeh. Standard fare of Nakamura Shungiku. Fans will come like piranhas, detractors stays 30 feet away.
I sure like the manga publishing aspect of the story, though, but I dunno....within the rose colored glass of Nakamura Shungiku's world, which is glossed over, and which isn't?
And thus, I'm done with my long perspective (ranting?). I'll follow it until the end, but just for the sake of a much-needed closure.