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Falling for the Bad Boy in the Reverse Harem Game [BL]

The debuting singer Takeda Haruki would never believe he’d fall for a drawing. And it's a drawing of a guy out of all things! But when he finds himself dragged into a girl's harem game, Haruki soon finds out the drawing doesn't just live on paper and in his dreams, but in reality too! And he's still just! As! Attractive! Six handsome men wake up inside an experimental girl’s otome game, against their will. They’ll discover leaving is much harder than they think, but they have no intention of following the game rules! "Down with the system! We're on strike!" It's probably the only escape plan ever that involves so many alpha men pretending to be gay. But are they really pretending? Can fake love become real? And is that a love triangle in the distance? Find out now! Unlock the secret route of insanity, smut, and Haruki's true ending! COMPLETED NOVEL ***** SMUT SCENES! SILLY AND LIGHT-HEARTED NOVEL, NOT ANGSTY! ***** Hello, it's my first story! Please support this novel with votes and reviews. English is not my first language, feedback is appreciated! Se você lê em Português, procure no site por 'Crush pelo Bad Boy do Otome'. HinataPerolada

HinataPerolada · LGBT+
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217 Chs

Cold Pizza and Cold Heart

Saito answered the door, took the tray, and then closed it saying anything. 

The smell of food filled the room, and Haruki heard his stomach growl with hunger. 

The mountaineer placed the tray on the bar. 

"Come and eat Haruki," the climber called.

He had ordered pizza. 

"Mew," Jiji ran over to the climber as soon as he opened the lid, meowing. Saito ignored the cat as he always did.

Haruki, when served, gave some tiny pieces of protein from his slice to the puss. It was so easy to love his small buddy with simple needs.

Dinner was silent. Haruki didn't think of anything to say, and the mountaineer was silent too. Saito ignored him. 'Is he really mad about Jiji? About me? About everything involving me?' Haruki didn't have the courage to ask.