[Otome game style + multiple male leads + all male leads are virgins + male leads pursue her first + first person + no rivalry between women + the whole point is cuddling]
In my nineteenth year of being single, after ninety days of silently pining for my beloved senior without ever getting anywhere, my late-blooming adolescence and wisdom teeth joined hands and went to their graves.
I decided to transfer my affections to the neighbor next door, who could cook and even had an adorable Samoyed.
When he came by for the twenty-seventh time, using “We're out of soy sauce” as an excuse to borrow some, and my brother chased him out, shouting, “My house isn't a soy sauce shop! Try again in your next life!”, I resolutely activated my love-transfer skill.
Thinking back on my glorious record of falling for eight boys in a row over the course of three years, I realized that although I'd never even kissed a boy in my life, a person still had to have dreams. It wasn't illegal, after all.
With the irresponsible idea that if I liked enough people, I could never get my heart broken, I privately messaged a famous relationship blogger to tell them I was looking for someone new.
Who could have guessed that not long after I sent that message, the flirtatious senior began appearing in my line of sight all the time; the married neighbor who used his Samoyed to entice me showed up at my door every day after school; the high school boy I tutored part-time kept pretending he couldn't understand my explanations; and even my childhood friend, who had vanished without a trace, suddenly appeared before me.
I solemnly asked my lawyer brother, “If I marry four men at the same time someday, will I go to jail?”
My brother smiled warmly. “Then I'll be in jail with you for intentional homicide.”
