Beastmen Are Crazy, So I Sell Them Therapy

Greetings, readers.

This work is presented under my command. Please read in an orderly fashion.

First: this is a beast-world story. There will be beastmen, emotional instability, and sculptures that function as emergency mental healthcare. If you are here for logic, please proceed with caution. If you are here for chaos, welcome aboard.

Second: the female lead is not here to be gentle. She is not here to be patient. She is certainly not here to be reasonable. Romance may occur, but only if it survives her schedule, her mood, and her profit margins.

Third: any beastman who loses control is advised to calm down immediately. The Sculptress does not offer refunds, emotional labor, or mercy discounts.

Lastly, all readers are reminded to hydrate, sleep responsibly, and prepare for sudden feelings toward fictional characters. Side effects may include laughter, secondhand embarrassment, and the urge to scream ”JUST COMMUNICATE” at your screen.

You have been warned.

— Admiral Blue