I was cuckolded by my childhood friend, but I want to create a harem in a world where chastity is reversed and be happy.

Chapter 145: Why Are My Teacher, the Female Detective, and a Nurse Here?!

It’s only a five-minute drive to Hina’s house. Hina had already left to pick up her dad from the station.

“I made lots of bento with Hina-chan, so look forward to it. Here, hold this for me.”

Sachie-san hands me a cooler box and a furoshiki-wrapped three-tiered lunch box.

“I’m sorry, but there won’t be any oyako-donburi today because my husband is coming home.”

I ignore the context before and after this statement because… Why would there be oyako-donburi at a flower-viewing party?

I want to interrogate her for about an hour, but she seems so eager to answer that it’s scary.

Is Uncle going to be okay? After returning from his long solo assignment, meeting this person again… he better be in top condition, or it’s going to be tough. I mean, he might get squeezed dry, like a mayonnaise tube right before it’s thrown away.

We made two trips between the house and the car to load the luggage. My dad is at home, so my mom must be preparing with him.

We still have some time before the 6 p.m. start, and since they’re close friends, it’s fine if we’re a little late. I get into the car.

“Sit properly… Come on, Kyou-chan! Go deeper!”

Why do I have to sit even deeper? And the nuance seems a bit different. Lately, I’ve been too tired from constant tsukkomi to bother correcting her. Besides, I’ve been busy since morning, and I’m starting to feel exhausted.

“Kyou-chan, you don’t seem very energetic. You’re still young, what’s wrong? Are you already tired? Or am I not good enough for you?”

This woman is hopeless. We need to do something about her. Hina becoming an Ero-Shishou is definitely due to this woman’s genes and education.

“I’m tired because I’ve been with a lot of people since morning. Ah, I can’t wait for Hina’s bento.”

“That’s nice. Onee-chan worked hard to make some food too, so eat Onee-chan’s too, okay?”

So, you’re still continuing with the older sister play, huh?

It’s only a five-minute drive to the parking lot, and from there, my job is to carry the luggage to the spot we reserved under the cherry blossoms along the riverbed.

I entrust the lighter items to Sachie-san and carry the three-tiered lunch box and the cooler box myself.

Huffing and puffing, I finally arrive at the spot under the cherry blossoms, where I find two drunkards and a sober woman.

“Oh, Tatara~ I’ve been waiting for you to pour me some sake. Come on, let’s drink!”

How am I supposed to pour sake for someone who’s drinking straight from a large bottle of sake?

“Rupan~ I already know who you are~ You’re under arrest~”

Please don’t lean on me with that bright red face while saying that. You smell like alcohol.

“It’s been a while since your discharge from the hospital, Kyosuke-kun. How’s your body holding up? Is there anything you need me to do for you?”

She’s drinking at the same pace as the two drunkards, yet she’s not turning red, maintaining her natural mode. An angel in a white coat has descended as an angel in casual clothes.

Why are my teacher, the female detective, and the nurse here?! I should have just dropped the luggage and run away.

Chisato-sensei and Minamo-san are holding me back, and Sachie-san is approaching me.

Help me, Sachie-san! !

“Ara ara~ You sure get along well. Onee-chan is jealous!”

As she says this, Sachie-san takes off her coat, revealing a miniskirt and a tight high school uniform, transforming into her Gyaru Hina mode.

“That’s right. After all, I’m the one who wiped Kyousuke-kun’s private parts with a towel.”

Asaka-san?! Don’t pour oil on the fire!

Chapter 146: My Mother Pretends Not to See Her Son’s Pathetic Situation

And now, I’m being cheek-kissed from both sides by a female teacher and a female detective.

It’s exactly as it sounds—a literal situation.

Both my right and left hands are firmly held, rendering me immobile. My upper arms are sandwiched between their breasts, which should be a source of happiness, but I don’t feel it at all.

Minamo-san has politely handcuffed my hands in a lover’s grip, ensuring I can’t move.

“Arara, Kyou-chan, you’re quite popular. Onee-chan’s really becoming jealous!”

Despite saying that, the very person who caused this situation is casually setting up alongside Asaka-san, arranging the food trays and preparing the drink cups.

It seems that Sachie-san was the one who invited these three adults, whom I hadn’t anticipated. When they first saw her face, I heard them greet each other as adults, saying something like, “We appreciate your invitation today.”

If you’re going to act like an adult, be an adult from start to finish, you drunkards! (Excluding Asaka-san)

Anyway, it’s frustrating that I have no choice but to rely on Hina to save me from this crisis of my chastity. What happened to the saying that muscles never betray you? They betray you all the time when faced with superior muscles.

Sawasawa

… Ah?! This is the female teacher that guy hates. She’s trying to practice getting used to men by touching me. Her hand is slowly and secretly moving down from my ribs.

Hina’s dad’s train is scheduled to arrive at the station at 6 p.m., so considering the travel time from the station, Hina should be here any minute now. I believe she will arrive in a matter of minutes, but my crisis of chastity is imminent.

“Nfu fu~, Tatara, you’ve gained even more muscle than before, haven’t you?”

Sawasawa

Don’t touch my thighs, you perverted teacher!

“Hmm, if an unused bad penis is left unattended, I’ll have to handcuff it… I’ll make sure to properly manhandle you.”

Why are you carrying handcuffs when you’re off duty?! If you were on duty, I’d report you!

In a situation where the police should be helping me, the very detective I need help from is doing whatever she wants with me. Is it like the terrible culture in my previous world, where men could get away with anything when they were drunk, but in this world, women do the same?

Thud!

At that moment, my luggage is placed in front of me. It was brought by my mother.

Help me, Mommy!

“Ah, Nurse Wakayama, thank you for that time. Now, Kyosuke, what’s with that posture? Straighten up.”

My mother, ignoring my dire situation, chats with Asaka-san as she fixes the collar of my shirt.

She pretends not to see her son’s pathetic situation. Help me, Mother!

In my previous world, when I had my first wet dream, she pretended not to notice and washed my pants without any words.

Her ability to ignore things related to her son is top-notch! And in our family, my father had no say. Too bad.