When Rei woke up that morning, he instinctively rolled off the bed and into a pre-dug floor-pillow crater.
A survival reflex, honed from too many mornings involving surprise kisses, accidental bindings, and once—just once—a live marriage priest hiding in his closet.
He groaned, face buried in fluff.
"Maybe today will be different," he mumbled.
The ceiling blinked.
[System Notification: Congratulations! You've survived 13.02 days of non-consensual romantic cohabitation.]
[System Update: YANDERE SYNCHRO MODE activated.]
[Patch Notes: All affection targets are now emotionally synchronized. When one feels an emotion, all feel it. Good luck, meat puppet.]
"…Pardon?"
As if summoned by dark magic—or an especially cursed update—five doors in his deluxe honeymoon dungeon suite slammed open at once.
Drakana, Lilia, Seraphina, Rosette, and Lucivella stepped in simultaneously like a synchronized idol group with murder licenses.
