Let's Hide My Little Brother

At nineteen, I found myself thrust into the surreal universe of a boys’ love manga. The odds of running into someone unhinged here were alarmingly high—one in ten, to be exact.

“Franz, could you undress for a moment?” I asked hesitantly.

My brother blinked in confusion. “Sister? Why are you dressed like that?”

The nightmare had already begun.

Kayla made a silent promise to confront the cruelty inflicted upon her younger sibling.

“I’ll take [Schuette] in his place,” she declared.

Time was running out.

They were coming—those who sought to destroy our family and, worse, strip my brother of his purity.

“I’ll train as a knight and uphold our family’s honor,” I vowed.

Failure meant death.

So I concealed my brother meticulously, and at the formal ceremony, the council granted me an official title.

Yet something felt off…

“I love you, Kayla Vesta!” one of them shouted.

“If anything happened to you, my lady, I—” another stammered.

“I refuse to wait any longer,” a third insisted.

Wait—weren’t these men supposed to be into each other?

Why were they suddenly fixated on me?!