(Chastity Reversed) The Legitimate Wife War: How I, a Harem-Hater, Ended Up Creating an Ultra-Eccentric Harem with a Villainess, a Sadistic Beauty Teacher, a Scheming Classmate... etc. - Chapter 116.1: The Scheduled Meeting And The Maid’s Jealousy

Several days had passed since then, but my daily life had changed a little from before.

What had changed was especially Rio-san’s behavior toward me.

Her attitude toward me had particularly changed.

“…Master, may I eat dinner with you?”

“Y-yes, that’s fine.”

“Thank you very much.”

Saying that, Akizuki-san sat in the seat next to me.

Lately, her sense of distance was much closer than before—I could say she was almost the closest among all the fiancées.

That’s exactly why there was still something off about it. Especially her way of speaking.

“…Could you please stop using polite speech for now? And while you’re at it, could you stop calling me Master too?”

“Both of those… if you commanded me, I might stop…”

“Eh… command? No, I don’t want that. Please stop because I’m asking you to.”

Why did I have to command someone older than me?

“Then I won’t stop.”

Akizuki-san said this with a composed face.

Eh, this person called me Master but didn’t listen to my requests at all, and she’d even started eating dinner right away.

“…Sensei’s transformation is really something.”

Mizuri-san, who was eating dinner across from us, smiled wryly. But even that seemed unimportant to her as she whispered “Delicious!” with sparkling eyes and immediately started eating her food. Seeing Mizuri-san’s unchanged behavior made me feel warm inside.

She really was a child who ate her meals looking incredibly happy.

“It really is a surprising transformation. I almost think she’s a different person.”

In contrast, Sayaka-san spoke in a flat tone while bringing food to her mouth.

“How rude. I’m the same person. Well, my worldview changed just a tiny bit and I was able to find myself.”

“—Just a tiny bit… and the result is [Master]… is it?”

Sayaka-san and I were in complete agreement.

I was sure that if her father-in-law Tadashi-san and mother-in-law Miwako-san saw this, they’d be left with their mouths hanging open.

“Yes, that’s right. I shall share my life with Master.”

Akizuki-san paid no mind to Sayaka-san’s words, which were probably mixed with a bit of sarcasm, and instead affirmed them.

“…”

Akizuki-san’s confident manner absolutely conveyed her determination to keep calling me Master.

Even if I hypothetically commanded [Stop calling me Master], she definitely wouldn’t stop, would she?

“…Rio-san, please at least keep the Master thing to inside the house only.”

“I understand, Master.”

“…”

Really? She seemed likely to accidentally say it at school…

“You’re doubting me, aren’t you? Then I’ll actually show you. —Uh, umm, I understand that, Takeda-kun. I don’t mix public and private matters, so I’ll properly act the same as always at school—no, I’ll be stricter than before, even more so.”

“Eh, no, you can switch between them, but why are you getting stricter than before?!”

Shouldn’t it at least be the same as before?

I was the only one losing out here, and she was already strict enough!

I unconsciously gave her a protesting look, but Rio-san didn’t soften her resolute teacher’s expression.

“If I don’t do that, I might end up spoiling you. But if my guidance becomes too strict and you get stressed… th-then please release all that frustration at home… with me.”

Toward the end of her words, Akizuki-san’s cheeks gradually reddened.

Ah, this was that thing—she was trying to satisfy her own masochism, wasn’t she?

…Being strict at school, then having him release that frustration on her at home to feel satisfied—that was it.

In the end, she was arranging things so she’d benefit and be happy.

She was even laughing, “Hehehe.”

“…This is the height of mixing public and private matters. Is this the way of a dirty adult?”

“…Sensei, seriously?”

Sayaka-san was appalled, and Tachibana-san smiled wryly.

“It’s important for adults to accept both the pure and the impure, you know?”

Didn’t Rio-san used to not say things like that until recently?

“…Kyoya-san, shall we go to the sofa together? You seem to have finished eating too.”

Speaking of changes, Sayaka-san had changed too. Not as much as Rio-san, but I felt like Sayaka-san’s sense of distance had also gotten a bit closer.

Even now, Sayaka-san gently pulled my hand to guide me to the sofa, made me sit at the end, then sat next to me.

“If Sensei attacks you like a beast, please tell me right away, okay? I’ll be nearby to protect you.”

Sayaka-san modestly and gently placed her hand on my knee.

That gentle gaze looking up from below made my heart race inevitably.

“You make it sound like I attack anyone indiscriminately, like a beast, Sayaka-chan.”

“…Isn’t that the case?”

“I have reason. The only man I’d attack is Master.”

“Then you’re Kyoya-san’s exclusive perverted teacher, which is even worse.”

What the heck was an “exclusive perverted teacher”? I didn’t understand.

“What a wonderful title… So move from there, would you? The spot next to Master belongs to me, you know?”

“What are you saying? The one who should be next to Kyoya-san is me. …Besides, if Rio-san is going to call him Master, shouldn’t she be standing behind him or sitting on the floor or something?”

“What are you say… you’re right.”

Don’t just say “you’re right.” She’d accepted it.

“Then excuse me from behind…”

She hugged me gently from behind, wrapping around me.

“H-how is this, Master… I’m referencing Sayaka, but it’s surprisingly embarrassing.”

I was startled by Rio-san’s sweet scent and her breath in my ear.

So her reference was Shiraishi-san—Shiraishi-san would probably go as far as blowing in my ear without any problem.

“Perverted teacher-san, let’s keep it to that level. Kyoya-san is troubled, you know?”

From the side, Sayaka-san displayed a dark smile and snuggled up to me.

“Sayaka-chan is wrong, aren’t you? Master isn’t troubled, right?”

“Sigh, this perverted old woman… then I will too.”

Somehow Sayaka-san’s treatment of Rio-san was getting harsher and harsher.

And while sighing, Sayaka-san gently intertwined her hand with my arm.

Innocently, gently.

Such endearing behavior made my heart race again.

I was being pressed close by both of them.

…Wait, why had this turned into such a typical harem situation?

This kind of situation would have been unthinkable two months ago during the fiancée voting.

“…Wow, this is getting incredible. Is this what they call a wine pool and meat forest?”

In contrast, Mizuri-san watched from the table with a somewhat detached attitude.

But with the two’s sweet voices, I could only tell that Mizuri-san was saying something.

“I wonder if this is a harem… It’s a bit much to jump into that situation… but if I don’t do something, Mom will scold me…”

Her face looked somewhat troubled.

So to hear her voice—definitely not to escape from this sweet, stinging situation, okay?

Just as I was about to speak up for that reason, the door opened with a click.

“I have returned… oh my, quite a situation you have here.”

The one who entered the living room was Kazari-san.

When she saw my situation, her face became serious, then she smiled.

“As expected of Kyo-ya-sa-ma. You seem to be steadily producing results.”

She was only smiling thinly, but why was it that my spine straightened?

“…Kazari-san.”

“Since everyone seems to be gathered, this might be perfect timing.”

Kazari-san didn’t comment further on my situation.

Somehow… I was scared of what would come later.

“…What do you mean by perfect timing?”