I used to think there was no such thing as a gal who’d be nice to an otaku like me. The proof? My childhood friend from next door, Kirara Orikawa, stopped talking to me the second she turned into a full-blown gal. Gals don’t give a damn about guys like me—nerds, losers, the kind of people who spend their weekends glued to a screen instead of living life. Or so I thought. Everything changed when I saved her from getting hit by a car. I got hurt in the process, but that stupid, reckless act of heroism flipped some kind of switch. Suddenly, Kirara wasn’t just nice to me—she was all over me. Turns out, gals aren’t just nice to otaku. They’re sweet, clingy, and… really fucking horny.