(Chastity Reversed) I'm Sorry, My Lady. I Had Sex With Another Woman Again - Chapter 38: Oh, God. I Thank You.

The Culmination of the First Semester.

The sports festival at this prestigious academy in the demon country was often referred to as such by teachers and others.

In this demon country where strength-valuing demon races and demi-human races primarily lived, combat tactics were emphasized over academics.

Depending on the sports festival results, students could be exempted from final exams with perfect scores. That’s how prevalent this absurd muscle-brain education was. It showed just how important the sports festival was at this academy.

This sports festival was mainly divided into two parts. The first half consisted of inter-class competitions.

Under the command of a student leader, students were assigned to various specified events to compete against each other.

Students belonging to the winning class received extra points on their final exams. It was an event befitting the semester’s culmination, fostering class solidarity.

The second half of the sports festival was the main dish. It was a team battle where parties of four competed against each other.

The content involved entering a dungeon near the academy and seeing how many monsters they could hunt.

This offered greater benefits than excelling in the class competitions. Teams that placed first within their class or in the top percentage of the entire grade would be exempted from final exams.

Suberia and Nico were aiming for this privilege. The first half battles were merely preliminary skirmishes. Suberia believed the real competition was in the second half.

She considered conserving strength for the monster hunting portion.

However, her composure quickly crumbled in what she had considered a mere formality – the first half of the sports festival.

(W-why is the morale so low!?)

With only one competition remaining between classes.

In this near-ending state, Suberia’s class was shamefully in last place out of five classes.

For her, who aimed to become the Demon Lord, this situation was unacceptable. Someone who stumbled here couldn’t possibly become a Demon Lord who was expected to always win.

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The final battle in the first half of the sports festival: “Cavalry Battle.” If they could win overwhelmingly here, victory was still possible. But could they really… do it?

I, Suberia, looked down at Nico who was sweating profusely behind me to the left, and couldn’t help but sigh.

(Two cavalry teams from each of the five classes. Excluding our class, that’s eight. If we can take all their headbands, we could win, but.)

“Man, this is troublesome. I didn’t expect us to lose this badly…”

“Whatever the case, we have no choice but to do it.”

To my right rear, Ginny muttered with an unusually troubled expression mixed with resignation. Even the calm Ginny seemed to think victory was already difficult.

I couldn’t blame her.

Even I, from a third-person perspective, would advise giving up.

“H-hey! Do people get hit in cavalry battles!? Are you considering my fragile body!? I’m more delicate than Suberia thinks!? Will I be okay!?”

“You won’t die, so you’ll be fine.”

“D-don’t say scary things! If I get hit, I’m running away!”

Additionally, we had a major source of concern here. Though she had been trained to some extent and was no longer a super weak slug, had hse not grown mentally at all?

However, looking at this child, my vision of victory was gradually fading…

No, that’s not good. I mustn’t, I mustn’t. If I give up, the match is over.

“……”

“Shia, we don’t need to win, but we must at least avoid last place. …Are you okay?”

“Ah, yes. Sorry. I’m fine. …I’ll definitely make us win, so…”

…Something seemed off with Shia too. Every time our class was defeated in the first half, she would put her hand to her mouth as if suppressing nausea.

At least judging from her words, Shia still seemed determined to win. …Though her somehow hollow appearance didn’t look healthy at all.

(I’m worried…)

There were too few elements in our favor. However, we couldn’t afford to lose.

As the representative leading the class, if we finished in last place, the entire Foneker family would likely be looked down upon. I absolutely had to prevent tarnishing my family’s name…

As I looked down thinking about a dark future, Shia absentmindedly looked up, Ginny looked to the side deep in thought, And Nico looked behind as if searching for an escape…

At that moment, the whistle announcing the start of the cavalry battle, the final competition of the first half of the sports festival, sounded.

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“Sigh… I wonder if my lady is alright.”

I let out a shallow sigh on the balcony of the student council room attached to the school building.

On the school grounds visible from here, students had formed cavalry formations and were arranged in a circle with some space between them.

I couldn’t clearly tell which one was my my lady, but there was someone obviously looking around nervously, so it was probably that one.

“…Worried?”

“Ah, Teresa-san. I’m sorry. I just can’t help being concerned.”

Perhaps because I had been staring so intently, Teresa-san, who was resting her chin on both hands, called me out.

I felt like she was giving me a somewhat resentful look. …Perhaps I was showing the face of a doting butler, not unlike a doting parent? I should start becoming more independent from my my lady soon.

“…Well, it’s fine. I did insist you come after all.”

“No, it wasn’t an imposition or anything.”

I was invited yesterday: “Why don’t you come watch the sports festival with me at the student council?”

I was momentarily confused by “student council room,” but when I asked, it turned out she was the student council president. Seriously?

So I had made the student council president of this academy faint and wet herself. That was really bad when I thought about it again.

She was not only the student council president but also knew my weakness. I couldn’t refuse this somewhat familiar, prince-like sparkling girl.

So despite my my lady shouting “Watch over me!” yesterday, I had easily followed Teresa-san.

“Anyway, I’ll make some tea.”

“Eh? I can do that.”

“What are you saying? You’re a guest today. So let me make it for you. Besides, I’ve wanted to try it. You’ve always been the one making it…”

“Huh…”

I thought I had only made tea for Teresa-san once or twice. Had I served her often enough to warrant “always”?

Well, she was presumably a high-ranking noble and also the student council president. She might be confusing me with someone else. It seemed too petty to point that out.

“Here you go.”

“Thank you very much!”

Come to think of it, it had been a while since someone served me tea. Perhaps since Dorothy-sama cosplayed as a maid? But even then, the roleplay was the main focus…

“Have some tea snacks too.”

“Oh, thank you.”

As I was blowing on my slightly hot tea to cool it, she held out a tin of cookies toward me. When I reached out my right hand to take it, our hands touched slightly.

I felt the soft, uniquely feminine touch on the side of my hand.

(…Huh? Come to think of it, she’s not wearing gloves today)

While I was thinking about this vaguely, Teresa-san started to entangle her hand with mine somewhat affectionately.

This behavior seemed slightly out of character for her. She turned sideways but kept her gaze on me, looking at me from the corner of her eye while murmuring:

“…Simon-kun, do you like me?”

“Huh??? What’s with that all of a sudden?”

I couldn’t understand the intent behind her question…

“Do you like me?” What did that mean?

It didn’t feel like a confession. If it was, she wouldn’t do it while passing cookies. So what was it? Some kind of life consultation?

Was she going to follow up with something like “I’m troubled because people dislike me…”?

“Just answer me.”

“Umm… Well, I do like you. I have no reason to dislike you. Why do you ask?”

“I see, I see, hmm.”

…Huh?

Although I asked why she wanted to know if I liked her,  She didn’t give me an answer.

In the end, was she just asking if I liked her?

Was she teasing me?

“I see, I see, I see…”

Teresa-san, either listening to my words or not, turned away and her body trembled. She didn’t respond when I called to her, just kept trembling. Concerned, I stood up to look at her profile, and saw

Blood was streaming from Teresa-san’s straight nose.

“Whoa, are you okay!?”

“…I feel like thanking God that it only went this far.”

“What are you talking about…”

Teresa-san usually had a calm and reliable atmosphere. But sometimes, I had no idea what she was talking about. She roughly balled up some paper, stuffed it in her nose, and turned back to face me.

“Really, it took a long time to build up resistance… So, I’m going to ask you about various things today.”

“U-uh, okay.”