Alexandra stared at the title for several seconds.
It was shameless. It sounded like cheap wish fulfillment written by a man who had never spoken to a woman without embarrassing himself. A review beneath it insisted the story was surprisingly sincere under all the fanservice, which sounded impossible enough to be interesting.
She tapped it anyway.
The story followed an exhausted office worker who escaped into an immersive fantasy game and quickly discovered that fighting monsters was easier than understanding the women around him. He was stubborn, competitive, and dense enough to mistake obvious flirting for a threat.
Alexandra smiled despite herself.
"That sounds familiar."
The heroines didn't fall into his arms simply because he was the protagonist. They had goals of their own, argued with him when he deserved it, and made him earn their trust. Some of them clashed with each other just as often as they fought the monsters.
