"You men can all go die!"
My female classmate yelled at me.
"Don't men all think with their lower halves?"
The young heiress who'd returned from abroad beckoned me with a finger.
"Men are so scary..."
The younger girl at school looked at me timidly.
It wasn't until the day I was forced to make a choice that I finally realized the truth.
From the moment I tied up my long hair, I'd already fallen into the trap they had so carefully designed with love: a pitfall meant to turn me from an upstanding young man into a "playboy."
(No System, no formulaic tropes. Every line is full of love and redemption. This blurb is short, so please read the story itself.)
