Summary
On my way to confess my feelings to Senior Brother, I suddenly realized this was an otome game where every love interest was a yandere. If I went through with confessing to Senior Brother now, Junior Brother, whose love had curdled into hatred, would run me through the heart with a single strike. If I cut my losses in time, Senior Brother would come visit me with a jar of flower wine, laced with a gut-wrenching poison. I decisively turned around and went to seek protection from my cold, aloof Master instead. Master pinched my chin between his fingers and asked with a soft laugh, “Then are you going to confess to me?” Me: “…”