After Ten Parallel Worlds Merged, My Brother and I Got Together

In 2234, after ten parallel worlds merge, nine versions of me secretly come to advise me to hurry up and date and marry my buddy.

Otherwise, my straight-guy phase will be fun for a while, then I’ll spend the rest of my life chasing after him, drowning in regret.

Honestly, I’m skeptical. I really am straight.

I like guys who are fair-skinned, gorgeous, and long-legged.

Well, my buddy is fair-skinned, gorgeous, and long-legged too.

Doesn’t seem like it’d be that hard to take a bite.

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