SkyHighLimits

Cold horror gripped my heart when I finally admitted out loud: I'm in a dating sim filled with yanderes.

I quickly sat up. 

As much as I love the game and enjoyed the characters, there's no way in hell will I follow any of the routes. All of them lead to pain and some even death! I don't want to die or get raped! But, I don't know if I'll be forced to. There's no neutral ending, after all, and even if there was, I don't think it would be any better than the other endings.

What do I do?

A light bulb lit up.

If I'm male, I can avoid a yandere, right?

Getting transported into a dating sim is a girl's wish! But, as they say, be careful what you wish for. Our female lead, who goes by Haruka in her otome games, gets that wish. So, what's the catch? It's the game full of yandere characters and bad “good endings.”

Thinking she'll go back to her world at the end of the game timeline, she decides she'll be a guy to bypass any affection. Smart, right?

Silly girl forgets there is no neutral ending. She is the Main Character, and there is no escape.

Updates: Uhhhh, I try, lol. Taking it at my own pace, which mean irregular updates.

Warnings: Many curse words and some violence. Uh, gets a bit sexual later, but nothing extreme.
Oh, and since I get people constantly trashing or complaining about my MC, I’ll warn you now that she is a “pushover.” A great target for yanderes, if you will. So leave if that isn’t your cup of tea, thank you.

Discord Server: https://discord.gg/KPKrSKb (I give updates on updates)

Twitter: @SkyHiLimits (as dead as me)

And if you can’t get enough of this novel, check out my extras book! (that I should trying updating more…)

If I'm Male, I Can Avoid a Yandere, Right?

I woke up the next morning with negative percent will to leave my bed and go to school. My eyes were still slightly swollen and felt like they had shrunk and sunk into my head. My stomach rumbled like an angry storm, yelling at me to fill it with something.

I should just pretend I'm sick and skip school, but the heroine's parents will be in big trouble if I do. Ugh, dammit.

I savored a few more minutes in bed before forcing myself out of the warm and cozy cocoon. Right as I stood up, my phone let out a sound. I blinked, confused as to who that could be, before reaching to pickup the device.

I stared at my screen for a solid minute, rubbed my eyes thinking I was hallucinating, and then stared at the message again for another minute.

I took a bit longer to respond, wondering if I should bring up what happened yesterday, but decided not to and went with the flow.

Confrontations