(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 120.2: Early Summer Scent

“Well, it’s not like anything’s being reduced, and it’s not something I’d be troubled to have seen.”

Though if you asked whether I had impressive pectoral muscles to show off proudly, that would be a different story.

Well, when weighed against the heat, my scale naturally tipped toward opening my shirt.

It was easier to get air flow with the fan too.

“Takeda-kun, really!”

Finally, both of them gave up on me.

“At this rate, I’m really worried about the upcoming pool classes.”

…Pool, huh.

In high school, boys and girls were usually separate, but I wondered what this school would do.

Last time there were too few people, so we were together…

“Starting this week?”

“Y-yeah… I don’t like it. I can’t swim, and everyone will be watching.”

“Me too… plus my hair will explode.”

Both of them didn’t seem very enthusiastic.

Since Tanaka-kun had naturally curly hair, would it get even more curly?

That might make him popular with the girls… I might think that’s nice, but for Tanaka-kun, it would still be scary and somewhat depressing.

“…Well, it’ll work out somehow?”

“T-Takeda-kun is so carefree.”

“Really.”

“I don’t really like pools either.”

“Eh? I like them though.”

Apparently the yuri session had ended, and Tachibana-san and Aoyama-san had returned.

Sato-kun and Tanaka-kun, who had initially been afraid of Aoyama-san, could now be in the same space as her.

They even talked sometimes.

Still, Mizuri-san disliked pools—that was unexpected.

Aoyama-san liking them was predictable. Well, she seemed lively.

“Because your hair gets wet, makeup comes off, and it gets sticky.”

“In this damn hot summer, getting in water feels amazing, doesn’t it? Don’t you think so, Takeda-kun?”

Aoyama-san propped her chin on her hand and peered up at me from below.

When our eyes met, she flashed a bright, cheerful smile.

As she leaned in, her cleavage was emphasized to the fullest.

“W-well, I understand. Also, your cleavage is showing.”

“Hm? Ah, my bad, my bad.”

She apparently hadn’t intended it, blushing slightly and trying to stop propping her chin…

Clatter

At the same moment, the classroom door opened.

The one who entered was Rio-san, our English teacher.

“Class is starting soon, so take your seats… everyone sit down… oh?”

Since she came in, was it class time already?

Apparently the preparatory bell had rung without me noticing.

I hadn’t noticed at all.

Well, everyone except Aoyama-san was properly seated though.

“…Aoyama-san, you’re supposed to be in your seat a minute before class starts, you know?”

“Ah, crap. I’m going back now… see ya.”

Aoyama-san hurried back to her seat, her blonde hair swaying.

“Really… be careful next time.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“I wonder if you really understand.”

After confirming everyone was seated,

“…Then let’s start with the homework I assigned… everyone did it properly, right?”

Rio-san pushed up her glasses and walked around checking the whole class.

Under Rio-san’s sharp gaze, those who hadn’t done it all started looking away.

And apparently Tachibana-san next to me was one of those who hadn’t done it.

She hid her face behind the person in front of her, desperately trying to hide from Rio-san’s gaze.

But that’s exactly when you get called on…

“Who should I have do it… oh?”

Her gaze stopped looking toward us—specifically, toward Tachibana-san’s seat.

She smiled slightly, and her eyes behind her glasses narrowed.

‘Ah, Tachibana-san, my condolences. Sensei seems to have locked onto you.’

When I conveyed this with lip-reading, Tachibana-san looked shocked.

‘No way?! I thought I definitely wouldn’t be caught…’

While we were doing this, Rio-san kept approaching.

The closer she got, the more Tachibana-san shrank down. Even though there was no way to hide anymore.

She came right up to our seats.

Rio-san’s face turned toward me instead of Tachibana-san for some reason.

“…Takeda-kun?”

For some reason, she was directing an intimidating smile at me, but why?

“I did my homework.”

“Indeed you did.”

She’s saying “indeed you did,” but why is she still smiling?!

This is normally scary!

“But first, isn’t there something you need to do?”

“…Something I need to do?”

Eh? What?

“Sigh, Takeda-kun is troublesome.”

Rio-san dramatically covered her face with her hand.

Though I really didn’t understand what she was talking about.

“This time Sensei will fix it, but next time please fix it yourself. They say disheveled clothing reflects a disheveled heart.”

Saying that, Rio-san bent down and brought her hand close to me.

“Wah!”

Someone’s high-pitched scream could be heard.

Rio-san touched my shirt and began buttoning my second button.

At that moment, my face and Rio-san’s face drew close… close enough that our breaths might or might not touch.

Closer than normal between teacher and student.

“Please don’t seduce the girls in my class too much.”

I even received such a quiet warning in a low voice.

But Rio-san’s ears seemed a bit red…

“Wow, Sensei’s so bold!”

Only Tachibana-san, who understood the situation, was grinning.

“It’s just a clothing check. More importantly, Tachibana-san, please come to the front and write the homework answers.”

“Ah…”

Tachibana-san’s smile froze. She’d definitely forgotten.

“Of course… you did it, right?”

“Tehepero? I was a bit busy…”

This was unusual for Tachibana-san—I had the impression she usually did this kind of thing.

But maybe today she’d come from her parents’ house and had been talking with her mom.

Last weekend we had the meeting and various other plans too.

Well, getting scolded wouldn’t change though.

After a brief scolding, Tachibana-san looked at me accusingly.

‘Kyo-kun seduced Sensei, so she came over here!’

‘I didn’t seduce her!’

‘Oh yes you did, with your chest exposed like that.’

‘No way! It’s because it’s hot!’

‘No, Sensei was definitely looking at Kyo-kun’s—’

As we were quietly arguing about whether I had or hadn’t seduced her, I felt someone’s gaze.

Looking forward slowly, Rio-san was displaying an icy smile.

“—May I conduct class?”

“Sorry.”

Needless to say, both Tachibana-san and I got scolded additionally.