The tea had long gone cold.
The cake sat untouched.
The garden was silent—but not peaceful.
Because sitting around the marble table were four ticking bombs, disguised as the most beautiful—and most mentally unstable—girls in the academy.
I, Kael Draven, sat in the middle.
The sacrificial offering.
Clara Vance sipped her tea with unnatural calm. "Let's begin. Before someone poisons the sugar again."
Selena crossed her arms. "No one's sharing Kael. That's absurd."
Ilyra slowly rotated her knife on the table. "I'm open to compromise. As long as it involves permanent removal of competition."
Aria didn't blink. "I propose a soul-bond contract where Kael only belongs to me, and the rest become irrelevant."
Me: I propose we all go to therapy.
The girls leaned in.
And just like that, negotiations began.
[System Notification – "Harem Harmony Negotiation" Initiated]
Current Mood: Hostile with Passive Aggression Level MAX
Chance of Success: 3%
Suggested Strategy: Lie creatively or run… if you value your limbs.
"Let's set ground rules," Clara offered, tapping a scroll with a quill. "One day a week each. Kael rotates. No ambushes. No killing."
Selena scoffed. "I'll agree—if I get every weekend and festival. And if anyone touches him on my birthday, I burn the continent."
Ilyra just smiled. "Alternate kill rights for betrayal clauses?"
"No killing!" Clara hissed.
I raised a hand.
"Ladies. Please. I'm not a prize."
All four glared at me.
System Notification:"That was the wrong thing to say."
Then Aria stood up.
Her eyes—those voidlike pools—glowed faint violet.
"This is meaningless until the core truth is revealed."
We all turned to her.
She stared straight into my soul.
"You are not just a human, Kael Draven. You are the reincarnated vessel of something ancient."
"What?"
Aria raised her hand.
A pulse of dark energy rippled through the garden.
The System screeched.
[WARNING: Forbidden Memory Thread Accessed]
Decryption in progress...
Images flooded my mind—
A battlefield drenched in fire.
A king of monsters.
A thousand yandere-like shadows kneeling before me.
A whisper: "He who was loved… and destroyed by devotion."
My chest burned.
"Your soul," Aria whispered, "once commanded the hearts of all who met it. It is cursed with attraction and obsession. You are the seed of madness reborn."
Everyone went silent.
Then Clara said, "Well that explains a lot."
Selena glared. "So he's literally made to be irresistible? That's cheating."
Ilyra licked her lips. "I like that even more."
Me? I wanted to die.
[System Alert – Escape Protocol Attempt Detected]
Punishment Route initializing…
If Kael attempts to flee, he will be teleported into a randomly selected obsession's "private love dungeon."
I gulped.
There was no escape.
"ENOUGH!" Selena suddenly shouted.
Her flames burst around the table.
"Let's settle this NOW. I want to know: WHO was the first one to fall for Kael?! WHO STARTED THIS?!"
Everyone turned deadly silent.
Eyes locked.
Then slowly…
All four girls pointed—at each other.
Chaos erupted.
Clara accused Selena of bribing the cafeteria lady to lace Kael's food with aphrodisiac spices.
Ilyra pulled out a "Kael-kissing schedule" that looked suspiciously bloodstained.
Aria summoned a magic seal with detailed Kael emotional analysis charts.
They screamed. Argued. Threatened.
But in the middle of it all…
A quiet giggle echoed from the trees.
We froze.
A new figure stepped out of the shadows.
Wearing oversized glasses, pigtails, and a book bag so large it could crush a man.
"Kael-senpai~"
I paled.
"…Luna?"
Luna Bellamy – Rank F Support Mage. The shy girl no one noticed.
Except… I remembered now.
She was always around. Bringing me lunch. Picking up my dropped books. Writing Kael-themed fanfiction in the library corners.
Her smile was small.
But her eyes?
Wide. Wet. Unblinking.
"I've been watching you since day one," she whispered.
The others froze.
Clara: "Wait, you like Kael too?"
Luna giggled. "Like him? No… no, no…"
She dropped her bag. It hit the ground with a THUD and cracked the stones.
"I worship him."
[FIFTH OBSESSION AWAKENED – LUNA BELLAMY]
Title: The Fanatic.
Class: Yandere Support (Healing/Tracking/Stalker Build)
Danger: B-Rank for now. S if provoked.
Special Ability: "Devotion Pulse" – Increases all Kael stats when she's nearby.
Secret: Owns 83 handmade Kael dolls. 37 of which are enchanted to bite rivals.
Me: "We need a priest."
System: Nope.
The other girls circled Luna like sharks.
But Luna just smiled.
"I wrote fanfics where I kill each of you. Want to read them? I act them out sometimes~"
They all backed up slightly.
Even Aria.
This girl wasn't loud.
Wasn't angry.
Wasn't proud.
But she was deeply broken.
And the most terrifying part?
She was completely, blissfully happy about it.