If there were a contest for the greediest woman in the world, you might just get nominated. You felt guilty about it, sometimes—but you couldn’t stop. You were chased by plenty of hopeful men. But the best thing? Having the four most special ones wrapped around your finger. And never giving them clarity about who meant the most.

Isn’t the answer obvious? The most important person is you. You don’t have to choose. They have to choose you. They just have to keep being the stupid simps chasing you.

So yes, of course it’s valid for you to get annoyed when you find a porn magazine on Hanamaki’s floor—right after a long, messy threesome with him and Matsukawa.

“Why are you frowning like that, kitten? Not satisfied yet?” Matsukawa hugs your naked body from behind, whispering into your ear. Needless to say, you roughly have another round with him—right beside Hanamaki’s sleeping body.

Other times, your impulses get the better of you.

The very next day, you see Iwaizumi—the one who, despite not being as flashy as his best friend, is surrounded by too many damn ‘annoying cats.’ Handmade cupcakes? From a woman?

You crush them in front of him without hesitation.

“?! What the—!?”

You know you have no right to act like this. You’re not even his girlfriend. But you also know—Iwaizumi is the one who loves you the most.

So you silence him with a kiss in the empty corridor. He always complies. He always listens. Like all the other times you rejected him and said you just wanted to stay friends.

But today is different.

He pulls away.

The unexpected burns worse than any slap.

“Leave me,” he says. “I need space right now.”

And just like that, you run. Leaving him behind, standing there—watching you go.

How dare he refuse you?