I’ll Give Up on the Male Leads

I possessed the beautiful bottom from a 19+ BL novel.

“...I like you.”

And of all things, I ended up in a hopeless setting where one of the male leads falls to darkness and destroys the world.

“I mean it.”

I tried to treat him better than in the original, so he wouldn’t go mad.

After all, the reason he went mad was because I, the beautiful bottom, had thoroughly ignored him.

So I beat him to it and confessed first,

just so he would reject me.

“I like someone else.”

“Yeah, I know.”

In the original, he confessed to me, was cruelly trampled, and then turned dark.

“I’m a man too. And so are you.”

“I know that too. I just wanted to say it.”

Because I knew he would refuse me, I felt strangely at ease.

“Still, we’re friends, right?”

He frowned, then sighed and answered.

“Yeah.”

So I smiled as if I were wistful, and felt relieved.

I was the one who had been rejected.

In the end, I became engaged to someone introduced by my family.

“This is my fiancé.”

“What kind of engagement is there between two men?”

He questioned me, looking flustered, so I brightly said,

“The truth is, I’m a woman.”

I thought it would be fine, since he had already rejected me countless times.

“What?”

The moment I saw his eyes asking me back, I realized something had gone wrong.

The clear madness flickering in his gaze was something I had never seen before.