(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 120.1: Early Summer Scent

The season had entered June, and the muggy heat clung to my skin.

This world was also affected by global warming, and the temperature easily exceeded 30 degrees Celsius even in June, with the scorching heat burning my skin.

Even though the classroom had air conditioning, the room temperature was set to 28 degrees, making it subtly hot.

Girls apparently found that temperature just right, but for us guys, it was pretty hot.

Since there were only three guys, we had virtually no say in the matter, and we couldn’t handle it without fanning ourselves with hand fans.

“Ah… so hot.”

“Really.”

“I’m melting.”

All the boys in class, including me, were suffering from the heat. What they call summer fatigue.

The ones suffering alongside me were my precious male classmates Sato-kun and Tanaka-kun.

Moreover, both of them had their shirt buttons fastened all the way to the top and weren’t even rolling up their sleeves, so they must have been even hotter.

“—Wouldn’t Sato-kun feel cooler if you cut your hair?”

“Th-that’s impossible. I-I still can’t look women in the eye and talk to them.”

This Sato-kun.

When I first transferred here, he was apparently afraid to talk to girls, but recently he’d gradually become able to have conversations.

From what I heard, seeing me talk cheerfully with girls without being attacked made him feel the gap with the past, and he gradually started thinking “Hey, maybe it’s okay?”

Apparently Sato-kun had his private parts touched and his butt rubbed when he was in elementary school.

(Girls have matured too, so there probably aren’t many people in this school who would do such things.)

This was a school where the NAZ organization had influence. Such dangerous people were probably weeded out at the admission stage.

Tanaka-kun also had trouble with girls like Sato-kun, but both of them had become able to greet and talk if I was with them.

Well, you could also say they couldn’t talk without me…

But it seemed much better than early spring when they were scared and completed their world with just the two of them.

It was definitely a big step for both of them.

That’s why all my efforts to preach about the goodness of girls to them at first, and then continuously telling them “Women are good, you know? Breasts are good, you know? Butts, legs, and armpits are all good, you know? They smell nice and are soft, you know?” had paid off.

But I digress.

Both of them still found it difficult to expose their skin.

So I thought they should at least start with their hair.

“…Well, you two have a choice: cut your hair to deal with the heat, or endure the heat and leave it as is.”

“An ultimate choice has come.”

“No, that’s definitely an exaggeration.”

I couldn’t help but smile wryly at Sato-kun’s serious face. But it seemed to be a serious problem for both of them.

“It’s not an exaggeration. Knights fight holding shields in one hand and swords in the other. Hair is like our shield… fighting without protective gear would be foolish.”

“Tanaka-kun, have you gone strange from the heat?”

A knight’s shield and bangs definitely don’t have the same defensive power, right?

Hair was literally thinner armor than paper.

Even when I said that, the two wouldn’t budge. In the end—

“—Takeda-kun is the strange one.”

“Y-yeah. Takeda-kun can talk to girls even naked without protective gear, but beginners like us need to prepare perfect equipment.”

“No, I couldn’t talk normally even naked!”

That’s quite some reputational damage. What kind of impression do these two have of me?

As we were having this stupid conversation with our brains apparently melted from the heat…

“What are you guys doing, talking about something dirty in the classroom? Mind if I join in?”

The genuine popular girl Aoyama-san, with her beautiful blonde hair parted in the middle, came over.

Mizuri-san was nearby too.

“We’re not having the kind of vulgar talk you like, Aoyama-san.”

“That’s quite a prejudice saying I like it!”

“But you actually do like that kind of talk, don’t you, Setsuna?”

Mizuri-san also chimed in.

“Well, I won’t deny it, but there aren’t many people who dislike it… But wait? I heard something about Takeda-kun getting naked.”

“I’m not doing anything like an exhibitionist, unlike you, Aoyama-san.”

Aoyama-san had also rolled up her sleeves because of the heat and unbuttoned her shirt down to the second button. Thanks to that, her ample chest was on display—a very blessed sight, or rather, dangerous for the eyes.

When I tried to look away, her extremely short skirt revealed her beautiful legs, and everywhere I looked exuded femininity.

Well, I didn’t show it on my face.

“Who’s an exhibitionist? It’s hot, so it can’t be helped. Besides, no one’s looking at my skin anyway. If anything, isn’t Takeda-kun the one being sensitive?”

“Where exactly?”

Looking at myself, I couldn’t see anything particular.

I was just unbuttoning my shirt and rolling up my sleeves.

My pants were normal too, not rolled up or anything.

“No, look at those two. They’re keeping their shirts buttoned all the way up to avoid showing skin and aren’t even rolling up their sleeves, right? Compared to them, you are casually showing off glimpses of your collarbone, the veins in your arms, your arm muscles—if this isn’t exposure, what is!”

Aoyama-san was making an impassioned speech.

She was probably also affected by the heat, wasn’t she?

“…I wouldn’t call it anything particular?”

“You really don’t understand, do you? Look here.”

Saying that, Aoyama-san pointed toward the rest of the class.

Several girls who had been eavesdropping on our conversation all looked away at once.

“See? Everyone’s distracted by Takeda-kun’s charm, by that masculine appeal.”

“That’s such an exaggeration…”

I felt like it was just my imagination—they were probably just looking because we were being noisy.

“Mizuri thinks so too, right?!”

Aoyama-san directed the conversation to Tachibana-san in the next seat.

Surely Tachibana-san would…

“Well, from my perspective, you two are about even.”

Really?!

Do guys really not show their skin that much?! Then wearing short sleeves would be completely out.

“Conversely, aren’t you hot wearing clothes so properly, Tachibana-san?”

Tachibana-san was dressed more thoroughly than Sato-kun and Tanaka-kun, even wearing her blazer properly.

She had rolled up her sleeves, so I didn’t think she wasn’t hot…

“Of course I’m hot. But doesn’t rolling up the blazer and loosening the ribbon look cuter?”

“Eh, but if you’re hot—”

“—Cuteness comes before everything else.”

So it was the “cute is justice” thing. As expected of a girl. It seemed nothing mattered before cuteness.

I could feel unwavering determination in Mizuri-san’s eyes.

“Takeda-kun, give up. Mizuri wore her blazer all year last year saying that. This girl is beyond help—she’s decided to die with her blazer.”

What a grand thing.

Aoyama-san looked at Tachibana-san with eyes that pitied a poor person.

“That’s going too far! Hya!”

“Feh?… Ahh.”

Suddenly, Tachibana-san grabbed and thoroughly massaged Aoyama-san’s chest as she sat on her desk.

“Wh-what are you doing?!”

“No, I was inexplicably annoyed, and I felt like groping you, so I did.”

“Don’t grope someone’s precious chest just because you felt like it! For someone who does that!”

Aoyama-san reached out to retaliate.

“…You can’t do that, Setsuna!”

Tachibana-san tried to guard while still groping Aoyama-san’s chest.

The two literally started fondling each other. And their eyes were quite serious.

Hmm, watching from the side was quite a feast for the eyes—beautiful girls getting entangled was indeed good.

…Wait? Hold on, maybe I could see that up close and properly in the future, and legally too.

Come to think of it, there might be occasions where I’d be sandwiched between Rio-san and Ayaka-san in the future.

But would it be okay to be sandwiched between such a yuri couple… wow, that’s a really difficult problem. Of course I wouldn’t if they didn’t want it, but if I were invited, what should I do… no, I also really wanted to see it. It was as difficult as the trolley problem.

As I was pondering this ultimate question while watching their catfight—

“—kun, Takeda-kun.”

“Hah, wh-what? Tanaka-kun.”

Apparently Tanaka-kun had been calling my name several times.

I hadn’t noticed.

“Let’s get back to the topic. Takeda-kun’s outfit is still a bit lewd.”

“L-lewd?”

Tanaka-kun, you sometimes have unique word choices. Don’t you usually not say “lewd” to guys?

“T-Tanaka-kun is right. Even if it’s hot, you’re opening your chest too much. There are girls’ gazes to consider.”

This was like that thing.

A conversation like when a fluffy gal who accidentally shows her cleavage gets warned by her friends. I was having the male version of that conversation.