On that fateful day, the sky unexpectedly dropped a girl clad in strawberry underwear. "This world, it's like something out of a GAL Game," I realized. As someone who had grown up in a well-to-do household and excelled in every endeavor, I expected to be the leading protagonist, but instead, I found myself in the role of the villainous and antagonistic Eldest Young Master. I made up my mind then and there: I would team up with the strawberry-clad girl to wage war against the supposed main character for the sake of true love. Their so-called "main character aura" and "Yasashii Strategy" held no sway over me—I was determined to blaze a path to becoming the true protagonist. I refused to be relegated to the role of a mere secondary character in some run-of-the-mill dating sim.
