(Chastity Reversed) I'm Sorry, My Lady. I Had Sex With Another Woman Again

“Mufu… muffu…!”

Pat pat, pat pat.

Having received the request from Shia to “praise Nico,” I was stroking the my lady’s head from all angles, as if enveloping it.

“My lady, I heard about today from Shia and the others. …You did well, that was impressive.”

“Muho, ohoho♡… O-of course! B-because I can do things when I need to!”

“Good job, good job, very impressive~”

“O-oho, ohoo~♡…”

Sleeping in the same bed, we were naturally close, inevitably whispering near each other’s ears.

Perhaps because elf ears were sensitive, my lady was twisting her body as if ticklish. But since her ears were twitching, she didn’t seem to dislike it.

Her face was completely red, with steam practically rising from it. Perhaps she inherited her tendency to sweat easily from Dorothy-sama?

“Ah, my lady, I’m sorry. I just remembered I have one unfinished task. May I step out for about 10 minutes?”

“…Oho? Hm? …Eh, now!? Is that something that can’t wait!?”

“Well, I’m sorry. I forgot to wash some dirty clothes. I want to wash them before the stains set in.”

“T-th-that kind of thing! Just b-buy new ones!”

“I’m really sorry, really sorry.”

I gently tossed her onto the bed as she showed her dissatisfaction with circular punches, then went to rinse the clothes that had Teresa-san’s vomit on them.

Well, perhaps clothes with vomit on them should indeed be replaced, but I’m frugal. I’ll wash them first and then decide if they’re still usable.

“Hm…?”

As I soaked my butler uniform in water, I just now noticed that one pocket was bulging.

When I checked, I found “white gloves” inside.

They undoubtedly belonged to Teresa-san.

“Oh no…”

I messed up. I remember holding them during the earlier incident to prevent them from getting vomit on them, but it seems I accidentally put them in my pocket.

Of course, I need to return them, but it’s night now. It’s impossible to return them today. I’ll return them tomorrow.

“Simon~! You’re taking too long! Come back while my heat is still here!”

“Ah, sorry. I’ll be right there.”

…With my lady saying this,

I guess I’ll definitely do it tomorrow. I folded the gloves and returned to my lady, feeling slightly guilty.

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(Sigh… These people are useless.)

The Simon Fan Club.

Looking at the girls gathered in the newspaper club room that served as their base,

Ichiko, the girl aiming for Nico’s expulsion, sighed.

It was a nasty attitude that didn’t even try to hide her dissatisfaction and contempt, but no one present seemed to care.

“Simon-sama, I’m so sorry…!”

“It was the perfect opportunity! It was going so well!”

“…In that case, we should just directly…”

Although they were gathered there, They paid no attention to their surroundings.

The girls who had proclaimed the justice of “obstructing Nico and freeing the oppressed Simon” couldn’t accept the reality of their defeat.

“Why, why did we lose…? We were just, and we had so many people…”

A serious-looking girl crying large tears as if it were the end of the world. The vice president biting her nails, not hiding her irritation.

The former newspaper club president, now SFC chairperson, closing her eyes in meditation. Looking at these scattered women, Ichiko thought:

(Maybe it’s time to bail…)

These people were beyond help.

Perhaps she had provoked them too much.

They were now beyond Ichiko’s control, with some even starting to think about charging at high-ranking nobles. Such a trend was undesirable for Ichiko.

She never intended to make it a major issue. Always below the surface.

Harassment within the rules, through students’ free will, to defeat Nico, who was disliked in the academy.

If that led to her expulsion, all the better. Then, either get money by helping advance divorce proceedings favorably or…

…Perhaps after Nico was gone, secure Simon through smooth talking, find a reason to present him to Teresa, and improve her own position.

These were Ichiko’s calculations.

But attacking nobles would be the end of everything.

It was obvious that the entire group would be investigated and everyone involved would be held responsible.

Anticipating this, she had been manipulating people indirectly rather than directly, using provocative words, but if by chance her behind-the-scenes manipulation was discovered, she wouldn’t escape severe punishment.

That’s why she thought.

The SFC had essentially been a gentle and peaceful gathering like sheep. After stirring them up and adding excessive fuel without taking responsibility for it.

Maybe she should leave now.

(But if I say I’m leaving, those girls will lose it, so I’ll just slip out quietly… I’ll naturally fade away.)

Ichiko touched the fan club door without making a sound.

When she slowly moved it, a dry sound leaked out: “kara…” A sound so small that normally no one would notice.

-However, consciously trying not to make a sound can sometimes backfire. For example, just like how hearing a suppressed sound in the middle of the night might unconsciously put one on alert, wondering if it’s a burglar.

That was the mistake.

“…Ichiko? What are you doing?”

“C-chairperson. N-no. Um… I was just thinking of doing some enemy reconnaissance. That’s all, really.”

Ichiko froze at the sound of someone calling her from behind and slowly turned around. Standing there was the woman known as the Chairperson, who had just been meditating.

Ichiko responded while cowering before the silver-haired dark elf, one of the most capable individuals in this place.

Perhaps she became flustered because the chairperson’s voice was so devoid of warmth, so hard.

In any case, Ichiko was frightened.

“Hmm…”

“T-that’s all it was! Really!!!”

“I wonder…”

Unlike her usually frivolous demeanor, Ichiko made excuses with the intensity of someone prostrating herself.

Skilled at manipulating people’s psychology, she understood. If she misspoke here, she might be lynched and killed in the worst case. That’s how viscous this fanaticism was.

She felt an unusual intensity from the staring gazes of the fan club members, looking at her as if she were a foreign object.

“Actually, you were trying to run away, weren’t you? After provoking us all this time…”

“N-no, I wasn’t! I’m offended!”

“I don’t know about that… This SFC is Simon-sama’s fan club, but it also aims to improve the status of discriminated races like humans. However, I don’t sense that kind of nobility from you…”

(W-what is this!? Why am I being looked at like this!?)

Being surrounded like prey by predators was the greatest fear Ichiko had experienced in her decade-plus of life.

The women she thought she had been manipulating in the palm of her hand had turned the tables, and now they had Ichiko’s heart in their grasp.

Ichiko trembled profusely, desperately trying to appear harmless to the women she had looked down upon.

“M-my heart is always! With Simon-sama and my fan club comrades! P-please believe me!!!”

“…Is that true?”

“I-it’s truuue!”

Let’s believe those words.

With that declaration, the chairperson approached Ichiko briskly, grabbed her shoulder, pushing her against the door, and whispered maliciously in her ear:

“I know. That you recklessly and independently told Shia about our plan. …If Shia had joined our side, or if the plan had succeeded, it might have been overlooked, but if I reveal it now when everyone’s looking for someone to blame, you might be torn apart by everyone, you know?”

“…!!!”

“You are, and will always be, one of us. Understood?”

Ichiko nodded with chattering teeth.

There was no sign of her inherent competitive spirit. She only wished to escape from the chairperson’s unnaturally sticky gaze as soon as possible.

“Also, bring Karon too. I don’t know whats he’s doing right now, but I won’t tolerate her missing club meetings. …However, since she hardly talks to non-humans, you control her.”

“I-I understand. I will obey everything…”

Before she knew it, she was walking at the forefront of the path to ruin.

While smiling abjectly on the surface, Ichiko resented her misfortune and the woman before her. However, she never once considered that she herself might be at fault.

(Why am I being treated like this…!)