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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+
分數不夠
217 Chs

Ex Boyfriend, Why Are You So Hot?

Jun kissed him again as soon as they passed the door, and it had also been painted recently. The singer saw that the entire loft was painted white, and there was no more stain on the ceiling or walls.

They parted lips but kept in each other embrace, just nibbling lips and touching cheek to cheek. It was so good!

Haruki glanced around.

The double bed was full of things piled up and covered in black plastic. Black plastic was everywhere to protect the furniture, to be honest, but Jun covered the floor with cardboard. 

He saw tools and cans of paint in a corner, near the bathroom. Jun probably was finishing painting when he arrived.

Haruki looked impressed by the work that Jun had done. He never did anything remotely close to paint, or fix furniture, or whatever. 

The singer turned to praise the painter-baker, and saw he cast his pretty hazel eyes down. 

'Is it embarrassment in Beast-san's eyes?' he couldn't help but smile at his love.