A regular, salt-of-the-earth, middle-aged dude—we’re talking a guy whose main excitement is finding a new brand of instant ramen, gets absolutely swarmed by a squad of four gals. A glitter-bomb invasion. Next thing he knows, he’s living in a harem situation.
This man is their personal human stress ball. Their main squeeze for “venting.” Every single day, these girls use him as their emotional dumpster fire until the poor guy is running on fumes. He’s giving out more than a free smoothie sample at a fitness expo.
They don’t even come at him one at a time. It’s a full-blown relay race of reverse gb. While one is finishing, another is already in the starting blocks, stretching and asking, “You ready, old man?” They’re tag-teaming him like he’s the last slice of pizza at a party. Our guy is more lost than a penguin in the Sahara desert
If Natsuki has her fun, Ayane is lining up, and when Reina finishes her round, Rilia’s already there ready to take the next turn. There is no mercy. There is no rest.
The man’s engine is sputtering, the gas light is on, and these four are still flooring the pedal, demanding a cross-country road trip.
