It doesn't matter.

Zepar and Furfur grinned at my response, which meant nothing. They were always grinning at everything, it seemed.

"Is Mister Player correct?" Furfur asked, holding a palm-up hand towards Zepar as if to call attention to him/her.

"Is this even a proper answer to the question?" Zepar asked with a smirk. "And to this, I say..."

"No!" the two declared together as they crossed their arms above their heads.

"Mister Player, you said in the beginning that you intended to make love to the women of Rokkenjima. You cannot choose a set of targets that does not include a woman, correct? If neither of us is a woman and you claim you do not care..."

"You may have committed the greatest sin of a story writer! Understand that under these conditions, you cannot reach this route. Please try not to be careless with cool-sounding lines," Furfur chided me, looking like he/she thought a bit less of me.

I died, but that doesn't matter. Hit "Previous chapter" and I'll choose the right answer.