I think I made it 8 minutes or so in, but I think I've got the gist.
See, from a young age, Haruka found it difficult to make friends, because every time she talked to someone, they responded with "HOLY CRAP, why are you looking at me with those freakish, inhuman eyes!" Dudes were clearly out of the picture. Taking pity on her, Haruka's grandmother, who is also a witch for some reason, cast a spell on her that would make guys of roughly boy band age/looks find her incredibly attractive.
At first, Haruka welcomed the new attention, but she soon realized how shallow such relationships were. While the magic gained their attraction, it did so by turning them into one-dimensional reverse harem archetypes with one or two personality features, at most.
Now older, and more comfortable with her body, Haruka sets out for the famous Saotome Academy to put an end to it, where rumor has it that the school's headmaster has a voice so utterly ridiculous that it could shatter any magic. But as she settles in, she finds herself having second thoughts, as once again she is surrounded by attractive, if one-dimensional, suitors.
Nine or ten episodes pass, in which things happen, but no one notices, because they're too busy daydreaming about Norio Wakamoto as a teen idol.
Finally, Haruka has her fated meeting with the headmaster, and she has to make a choice. Does she take a leap of faith and end the spell, believing in both her harem's ability to accept the true Haruka, and her own ability to love them for their true personalities? It'd be pretty anti-climactic if she didn't, so of course she does. And low and behold, the magic hadn't changed the harem at all! They were one-dimensional reverse harem archetypes from the start!
Unfortunately, now that the central challenge for Haruka is over, the harem loses all interest in her and quietly retires to lives of yaoi fanfiction. Haruka ends up marrying a blind man who can't even notice her eyes. He's a nice enough guy, though. Stable income. Family man. But in lonely moments, Haruka wanders over to comiket to lust over what might have been. Such is love.
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