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Fate Love Game

Okita Tatsuya, a soon-to-be freshman. He decided to live with his Aunt as fate guides him to his new life, a life where he will experience various things. From that point, Mother Fate who seems to be always playing with him will give him a chance to overcome the obstacle that has been tormenting his life ever since. In a game of love and hate, the only game where he can only have one chance to change it all. But in a twist of fate—"Do you believe in fate?", the girl said, He met a girl who will join his journey as he conquest this so-called game, created by Mother Fate. Will he overcome his past? Will he live a peaceful life? Will he turn the odds against him? Follow his journey as he plays the game of love, hate, and despair. _______________________________________________________________________________________________________ [Discord Server Link!] -https://discord.gg/3SJ6CX4RXC If you want to support me and get early access to chapters: https://www.patreon.com/Xeoz I do not own the artwork, if you are the illustrator just let me know if you want me to remove it. (Only using it temporarily) MORE TAGS: Stalkers, Past Trauma, Nobles, Polygamy. DISCLAIMER Work of fiction. All the names, places, and events are all purely based on the author's imagination. Any resemblance to an actual person or event is purely coincidental. The main characters are 18 above.

Xeoz · Realistic
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161 Chs

Normal or Abnormal Me?

Earlier, after the tap incident, something inside my heart has been bothering me ever since. The feeling of displeasure dwelling inside my heart remained. Because of it, I got distracted and my focus is somewhere else rather than on my surroundings. The thought of other people making sexual remarks about the two is a displeasing thing from just thinking about it, irritates me. For them to say those stuff of things just because Naoki and Yuki could not hear it still leaves an unpleasant taste in my mouth. I know those stuff are normal to guys, but I can't...

While wiping my hair with the towel that the store employee handed me, Yuki approached me. "Tatsu... I'll help you with that."

"Thank you, Yuki."

Handing the towel over to her, her delicate hands started wiping my wet hair. While I'm calming myself down from earlier, I looked down at the floor as Yuki wipes my hair. Yuki whispered, "Tatsu, are you yourself or... You're in that mode again?"

"What? What the heck a mode?"