You know what?
Hell. Fuck. Harem.
Whoever came up with the fantasy that being surrounded by multiple beautiful girls equals paradise clearly never experienced the raw torment of being the chew toy in a two-girl turf war.
Because right now? I feel less like the protagonist of some dream scenario and more like a civilian caught in the middle of a territorial clash between apex predators.
Yesterday, it was just Kim Jin-ah. And yeah, sure, she's irritating sometimes and sometimes cute, but at the very least, she's manageable.
You know exactly what you're getting with her: sharp tongue, sharper eyes, relentless teasing, and her constant tracking of your feelings through her system—which was probably the most infuriating kind of harassment.
But when Quincy entered the picture?
I drew in a steady breath as the two girls beside me tried their best to match my pace.
