[Volleyball Focus] Volleyball Romance, but I’m a Deadly Corporate Drone

Content warning: Based on reader feedback, the opening may be upsetting for people with work anxiety or those who are currently employed. As one commenter put it, it's the kind of story that makes you want to jump off a building after reading it, and that's a fair assessment. Please consider whether it's right for you before reading. Wishing you all the best in life. * You died. You came back to life. You got an otome System, but it was infected with a working-stiff simulator virus. From then on, you were forced to work every day, rain or shine. Every day, a bunch of energetic sporty boys showed up to cheer you up, but you could only work diligently to stay alive. Watching them radiate sunshine while fussing over you and acting bashful for no apparent reason, you, mentally exhausted from being forced to work every day, hated everyone in the world equally. Damn it, work is already torturous enough. Who has the energy for flirting? * This idea hit me out of nowhere. I wrote this blurb in the early hours of the morning, more than five hours before work. A grudge-fueled creation. ( Premise: Rather than blaming yourself, blame someone else