As a Reward for Saving the World, I Was Reincarnated Into a World Where Girls Are Super Aggressive and Chastity Roles Are Reversed!! …Or So I Thought, Until It Turned Out to Be an Overbearing Yandere Harem of My Former Companions Who Loved Me Too Much - 39

Chapter 39: Kazuki’s Realization

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“…That’s why, today, being able to come here with you makes me so happy. …Thank you, Kazuki. I love you. Please become my true fiancé.”

A faint, delicate whisper reached my ear, carrying undeniable warmth. The scent of flowers and her body heat gently melted away my reason.

Ahh… Whatever happens, happens.

I softly drew her slender shoulders toward me. The water’s surface of the spring, bathed in the setting sun, glowed endlessly red. Sweet silence wrapped around us. Silvia buried her face in my chest and let out a breath, as if relieved.

But the very moment I felt that warmth, two women’s faces vividly rose in my mind.

Celestia, the saintess, who had told me tearfully, “I love you,” with the sunset at her back. Shinon, the maid, whose eyes had burned with dark passion in that temporal space, declaring, “I want to be your wife.”

Snapping back to my senses, I hastily pulled my hand away from Silvia’s shoulder.

“Eh…?”

Silvia looked up at me with anxious eyes. That gaze, filled with hope, pierced my chest with guilt.

“I’m sorry, Silvia. Your confession makes me happy. But… I can’t give you an answer right now.”

At my words, the color drained from Silvia’s face. The eyes that had shimmered with hope swiftly turned into a look of pain.

“…Why? You told me you liked me.”

“Yeah, I do. As a comrade, and I think you’re incredibly attractive too as a girl.”

“‘Too’…?”

I steeled myself and decided to be honest. Giving her a vague reply here would be far too dishonest to all of them.

“Celestia and Shinon also confessed their feelings to me. They both told me they seriously loved me. Until then, I never thought of anyone that way… So…”

“So they went behind my back too… And my feelings never reached you after all.”

At those words, Silvia bit her lip in frustration and lowered her face. Had I hurt her…? But I couldn’t ignore their feelings. Contrary to my worry, she quickly lifted her face again. The usual strong light had returned to her eyes.

“…Hmph. I know full well you’re a blockhead, and that other women are into you too.”

Standing, Silvia brushed the dirt off the hem of her dress and gave me a defiant smile.

“Fine. Worry all you want. But listen, Kazuki. In the end, the one you’ll choose will be me—I’ll make sure of it. …I’ll wait for you as long as it takes. So…”

She stepped closer, glaring at me with tear-brimmed eyes.

“You’d better think it through and give me an answer. I won’t forgive you for some half-baked reply!!”

With that, she turned away sharply and began to walk ahead. I didn’t miss how her pointed ears were burning red. Watching her strength, and the kindness hidden beneath it, I thought she was truly amazing.

And so, the date in the Elf Village ended, leaving behind both sweet and bittersweet memories. Back in my mansion’s room via teleportation magic, I collapsed on my bed without the energy to change clothes.

Staring up at the ceiling, I replayed the events of the day—and everything that had happened lately. Silvia’s heartfelt confession. Celestia’s tears. Shinon’s heavy love.

Their actions could no longer be brushed off with the convenient phrase “the common sense of a chastity-reversed world.” What they carried was undeniably directed at me personally: earnest, heavy, and unfathomably deep love.

Something’s definitely wrong here…

I sat up, clutching my confused head. All the things I had forced myself to accept as “because this is a reversed-chastity world” scattered in my mind like puzzle pieces, clashing in dissonance.

“From the start… Are men really that scarce in this world?”

I had some grounds for that thought. Since becoming lord, I had toured the town a few times. True, around my mansion and in my direct dealings, there were only women. 

But deeper in the marketplace, there were sturdy men hauling goods. In taverns, middle-aged men laughed over trivial talk. And even in Silvia’s village, there were plenty of male elves—her father, Arcous-san, among them.

Calmly thinking about it, the gender ratio didn’t seem dramatically different from my original world. It felt more like only my surroundings were deliberately filled with women—unnaturally so.

“And the townsfolk’s reactions too…”

The way I was adored in town seemed more tied to me being “Lord” and “the hero who defeated the Demon Lord.” I never once saw other men getting showered with excessive female attention. On the contrary, I even saw men escorting women, just like ordinary couples.

Isabella too—she had wanted me as a “Hero.” If men were truly that rare, wouldn’t “because you’re a man” had been their main reasoning?

“And then Celestia, Shinon, and Silvia as well.”

Their behavior was far too personal and emotional to be explained by “it’s normal for women to be aggressive.” Celestia grew insanely jealous if I so much as spoke with another girl. That wasn’t “common sense”—it was possessiveness directed solely at me.

Shinon tried to “manage” me. That went beyond protecting a precious existence—it was obsession, wanting to make me hers alone. And Silvia insisted on being a “fiancée.” If this were truly a reversed world, it might be normal to openly pursue multiple men, yet she clung only to me.

Most telling of all was their “anguish.” Those desperate expressions when they confessed. The way they feared their heavy feelings wouldn’t be accepted. If female advances were truly the norm, they wouldn’t need to agonize like that. It was as if they were suffering from a forbidden love, outside the world’s “common sense.”

The image of that shady god floated into my mind.

“Love is all the sweeter the heavier it is.”

“A sweet prison-like harem is what I want.”

Yes, I had said that. But that was only meant for a world with that kind of setting. I had never wished for them to truly burn with desire and suffer for my sake.

–Could it be… This world isn’t some reversed-chastity isekai at all? I never reincarnated at all? I’m still in my original world… They just fell in love with me, and now they’re running wild…?

The moment that conclusion struck me, a chill ran through me—followed by a crushing wave of tenderness.

If that was true, then their suffocating possessiveness, their watchfulness, their jealousy—all of it came from genuine love. Every action I had brushed off as “reversed-chastity world’s common sense” had actually been their desperate expressions of affection.

“Celestia, Shinon, Silvia… They all seriously love me… Then what am I supposed to do? I can’t possibly choose just one. But if this goes on, I’ll only end up hurting all of them…!”

My head felt like it would split. I should have been happy, but it hurt. I should have felt blessed, but guilt crushed me. As I held my head, drowning in an unanswerable dilemma, the air in the room shimmered softly. And then, a familiar, easygoing Kansai dialect resounded in my ears—pleasant once, but now unbearably grating.

“―Well now, Hero-kun. Looks like you’re worryin’ yourself sick inside the ‘sweet prison’ I went and set up for you.”

I snapped my head up. Perched on the window frame, the moon at his back, sat a young man I knew all too well. His narrow eyes, his shifty smile that seemed to see through everything.

“Loki-sama…!?”

The very one who had cast me into this sweet hell sat there, looking absolutely delighted at my suffering.

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