(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 116.2: The Scheduled Meeting And The Maid’s Jealousy

Perhaps having the same question, Sayaka-san asked on behalf of everyone.

“I’ll explain that now. This concerns all of you, so please listen.”

“…Something that concerns everyone?”

“Yes.”

Kazari-san nodded with a solemn expression.

“Then let me start with the conclusion. Around next week, someone important from the fiancée organization would like to meet with all of you.”

“…Someone important?”

“Yes, someone important. That’s what Shiina-sama said. I asked specifically who it was, but Shiina-sama didn’t know beyond that either. The purpose is apparently [to hear live opinions from those actually in the fiancée system]. There are precedents for this, and they’ve apparently approached several other selected people as well… what shall we do?”

Even when asked “what shall we do,” it was hard to say.

“Eh, what should we do instead?”

“…I’m just the messenger, so I can’t say much, but apparently it’s fine to decline. Some men have said things like their schedules don’t match, or they don’t want to talk to unknown women, and some have actually declined…”

So there were people brave enough to decline for personal reasons.

As someone with memories of a previous life, I didn’t have the courage to make such a bold decision.

“…What do you think?”

I had my own opinion, but I wanted to hear others’ thoughts first.

The first to answer was Mizuri-san.

“…I don’t really care either way—I’ll leave it up to you!”

“I don’t care either way, but I don’t want to move Ayaka around yet because of her injury.”

“…That’s right, Shiraishi-sama does have her injury, and while there’s nothing now, it’s still unclear how Shiraishi-sama is viewed within the NAZ organization. I think it’s better to hold off for now… but if it’s this important person, I think we should participate.”

Mizuri-san and Rio-san were fine either way, while Sayaka-san thought we should meet.

“…Sayaka-san, if you have a reason, could you tell me why?”

“Of course. Simply put, there’s no reason to decline. There’s no need to unnecessarily worsen the NAZ organization’s impression of us by declining this invitation without reason. We fiancées and the NAZ organization have had some minor misunderstandings these past two months. Even though the NAZ organization was partly responsible for these misunderstandings, it’s not optimal to leave things as they are while participating in the fiancée system, and it’s about time we bridged the gap. Kazari-san, for confirmation, can we consider this important person to be at least secretary-official or administrative vice-minister level?”

Secretary-official, administrative vice-minister—Rio-san whispered this to me. (T/N: Really hate this flip flopping between last and first name)

According to the NAZ organization’s hierarchy, the top position was apparently the committee chairman. In this case, the fiancée organization’s committee chairman was at the top, followed by the vice-chairman, then the chairman’s political affairs official, administrative vice-minister, and secretary-official in that order.

The NAZ organization was special so it might be different, but that was how it generally worked.

So according to Rio-san’s explanation, Sayaka-san was saying the person we’d be talking to was probably fourth or fifth from the top.

This was clearly a level too high for an ordinary man like me to be talking to.

“…I also said someone important, but I don’t know officially who’s coming. However, from Shiina-san’s tone, it was an exceptional matter, so it’s probably administrative vice-minister level or above. This meeting apparently also includes an intent to apologize…”

An intent to apologize, huh.

“What would that apology be for?”

“…I don’t know that much. I was just asked to be a messenger, but it’s probably for all the various mishaps up to now.”

“I feel like we got an apology trip recently… but I see, thanks.”

Sayaka-san thought for a moment, then spoke again.

“I still think we should participate. If it’s an apology, it’s probably about my case or Rio-san’s case. We have nothing to feel guilty about, and talking with the NAZ organization’s upper management is an unprecedented opportunity. It might be worth probing about Eucharis once… of course, if Kyoya-san won’t go, I’ll follow your decision… what do you think?”

Sayaka-san entrusted the decision to me.

Rio-san also looked at me, and Mizuri-san had lost interest and was eating dessert.

My will, huh.

Then…

“Let’s ask for the meeting. We have no hostility or estrangement toward the NAZ organization.”

It would be good to improve their image of us here.

And as Sayaka-san said, it would be worthwhile to hear what they thought about the Eucharis matter.

Whether they knew about it or not, whether they were enemies or allies—it was worth meeting to find out.

If upper management was coming, they’d probably be carrying the intentions of the organization’s top.

So—

“—Kazari-san, could you tell them we’ll meet?”

“Understood.”

Kazari-san bowed respectfully.

“Ah, is the talk over? I need to call my mom, so I’m going, okay?”

Mizuri-san hurriedly left with quick steps.

I felt something like urgency—either she found it hard to stay in this situation, or she had something she needed to do.

Kazari-san followed Mizuri-san’s retreating figure with her gaze.

…This felt somehow unusual.

“Master, it’s regrettable, but I’ll also go call Ayaka.”

“I’ll also go confirm some things about the NAZ organization. Kurokawa, let’s go.”

Saying that, everyone left one after another.

The only ones left behind were me and Kazari-san.

It was somehow a bit awkward. I felt like someone who’d been caught cheating.

No, it wasn’t cheating or anything, it was legitimate… right?

“Kyo-ya-sa-ma.”

“Y-yes.”

Even though it was her usual way of calling me, I was startled.

“Shall we return to your room for now?”

“Yes.”

I followed Kazari-san into the room.

As soon as I entered, I was handed a towel…

“Please go take a bath.”

“Yes.”

I was sent to take a bath without any room for argument. I’d only been saying “yes” since earlier.

I carefully washed my body and returned to the room.

Kazari-san went in to replace me.

And after waiting about 30 minutes.

What came to me as I sat on the bed was Kazari-san wearing only a bath towel.

“Kyo-sama…”

Perhaps from the shower’s effect, her cheeks were faintly flushed.

“It’s about time for milking, isn’t it?”

“Eh, no, that’s…”

Didn’t we just do it recently?

“It’s time.”

“Yes…”

I was overwhelmed again.

Kazari-san pushed my body down and straddled me.

“Kazari-san…?”

“Today I’ll thoroughly milk you. If you struggle… that would be bad, you know?”

Somehow Kazari-san’s eyes seemed fixed.

As soon as she said this, Kazari-san began kissing my entire body as if pecking at it. From my neck downward, she kept touching me.

Not caring about leaving kiss marks, she rained kisses on my body.

The act was like marking.

It had an intensity that wasn’t usually there.

“…Kazari-san.”

Kazari-san’s disheveled figure above my waist was infinitely fleeting and intense.

It was a movement that seemed to express some emotion.

So I firmly grasped her hand in return.

“Kyo-sama…”

This time I pushed her down.

“…Now it’s my turn.”

I sucked on her slender neck.

To leave proof that she was mine.

“Nn.”

She let out a slightly pained voice. But that voice also contained sweet resonance.

That’s why I embraced her even more tightly.

“Kazari-san.”

“Kyo-sama.”

Her moist eyes still wanted me.

[Not enough], [I want more]—they eloquently told that story.

Somehow I could understand that without being told.

She’d probably seen the distance between me and the other fiancées earlier, and her emotions had been stirred.

That’s why understanding that Kazari-san, as a maid, felt that way about me made me happy, even while feeling bad about it.

“…Kazari-san, you can still go on, right?”

That’s why I wanted to continue this time longer. Even after climaxing once, I wouldn’t go soft at all.

At my smile, Kazari-san licked her lips with her tongue—

“—Of course.”

She smiled like that.