Think about it this way as if you were the MC:
One day three girls appear in your life. You don't remember meeting any of them, but each declare themselves as your future wife. You tell them over the course of days, weeks, months, that you are not interested in any of them. They don't listen. They force you into dates, force you onto bed, and greet you every morning by lining up in a row and displaying their underwear.
"Look at our panties! Which is your favorite?"
But guess what? There's still a girl you can talk to normally. And why not? You grew up with her, you shared memories, she listens to you. She's not someone who appeared overnight.
Then comes Chapter 9. You wake up and see the usual line-up: the same three girls posing with their skirts lifted for you to see.
But that's not all.
There she is, dressed the same as the three girls. There's your childhood friend, saying,
"I've joined the pact," waving that stupid membership ring on her finger that the three girls have.
She's part of the group now. She resisted at first, but they talked/threatened/physically coerced her into it till she faltered. Now they are all going to fight against each other to have you as their future husband.
She's confused, that's normal for an adolescent so for the love of all that's good, MC, snap her out of it! Let her know that she's more than that! She's a dear friend, not some molesting stranger!
Maybe the story changes later. Maybe he will tell her how much she matters as a part of his life.
But I can't read anymore of this. This hurts me as much, or even more, than some of the worst NTR. This is someone close to you being influenced by peer pressure and desperation because you didn't talk things out, nor have the guts or good sense to notice that she's gradually losing who she is because she loves you.
Urgh. If you read this, thanks for reading. The art is great, I enjoyed it before reaching chapter 9. But that's it. Someone drop me a message if either the MC or his friend Tomo realise what's happening. That would be such a salve for my insignificant, wounded feelings.
