(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 123.1: The Face I Show and the Face I Hide SIDE Setsuna Aoyama

The next day at school.

It was so hot it felt like summer again today.

But if I have things to do, this sweltering heat doesn’t matter to me.

“Good morning!”

The classroom was already fairly crowded, and Takeda-kun had arrived too.

For some reason, he seemed taken aback by my greeting.

“Ah, Aoyama-san, you’re so energetic this morning.”

“I slept well!”

“I’m envious.”

“What, Takeda-kun didn’t sleep well?”

Looking at his face, I could kind of see dark circles under his eyes.

Takeda-kun stifled a yawn and straightened his back a bit.

His eyes were slightly teary.

“Yeah, I’m a bit sleepy… wait, you’re too close, I might see various things!”

“Ah, sorry, sorry.”

I’d nearly had a wardrobe malfunction.

Mizuri, who sat next to Takeda-kun, hadn’t arrived yet.

“…Mizuri is late.”

“…Really? Doesn’t Tachibana-san always cut it close?”

“That’s true too!”

“…? Yeah?”

Maybe I was worried because I’d seen that thing yesterday?

The thought that those wounds might have increased made me incredibly anxious.

If she wasn’t at school, I’d think something had happened.

“Aoyama-san.”

“What, Takeda-kun?”

While rummaging through his bag, he asked casually as if it were nothing.

Am I that obvious?!

Despite my inner panic, I desperately tried to maintain composure.

“Eh, why? Nothing’s wrong.”

When I looked at Takeda-kun’s face, he was looking at me with his usual carefree expression.

“It’s just that you’ve been frequently worrying about Tachibana-san today.”

“Really? We’re friends, so that’s natural, right?”

“I see. I thought maybe you and Tachibana-san had a fight or something.”

Takeda-kun was pretty sharp.

Had he noticed yesterday’s momentary awkward atmosphere?

Well, I couldn’t admit to it.

“N-no—”

“—Setsuna and I fight? No way, there’s no way we’d fight!”

“Ah, Tachibana-san, good morning.”

Looking back, I saw Mizuri walking toward us looking listless.

She immediately slumped her head onto her desk after sitting down.

“Good morning, you two.”

“Morning.”

“Morning. Right, you two get along well, so no fighting.”

Takeda-kun seemed to think it was his misunderstanding.

He didn’t ask any further, but I decided to drive the point home anyway.

I had my own purposes too.

“Of course! We’re that close. We can even do things like this.”

Mizuri had her arms crossed on the desk with her head resting on top.

I quickly moved behind her and—

“—Wah!”

I grabbed Mizuri’s chest from behind.

“…Mm, nice feel. Hehehe.”

“Hey Setsuna, you’re hot and gross!”

While groping her chest, I also gently touched her back and other areas to check her reactions, but Mizuri just seemed ticklish.

At least she didn’t look like she was in pain.

“Come on, come on, it’s fine, it’s fine.”

“Stop it already!”

For some reason, Takeda-kun was watching our exchange with a big grin.

I don’t know why.

Mizuri looked displeased, but that didn’t matter to me.

At least it seemed like there were no new wounds.

Apparently nothing had happened to Mizuri since yesterday.

“Hey Kyo-kun, stop this pervert too!”

“I can’t do anything about it. Do as you please.”

“I see, so Kyo-kun is the same kind of pervert who goes shirtlessYou’re on Setsuna’s side.”

For some reason, Mizuri was giving Takeda-kun a sharp look.

“Huh? Am I being criticized here?! Also, I’m not a pervert!”

“Well, Takeda-kun is definitely on this side. Though I wouldn’t go half-naked…”

“Even Aoyama-san?! Shouldn’t you deny being a pervert?! Please deny it!”

Before I knew it, other classmates had gathered around and the conversation was blooming.

Anyway, I’d managed to check what I wanted to check for now, so that was good.

Since there was no pool today, I couldn’t check directly, which was worrying, but she seemed fine for the moment. On days without pool, I’d continue the physical examinations. This wasn’t because I was a pervert—I was only doing this because I had to.

And so the day ended without incident.

After school, to ensure her safety without being caught, I secretly followed her from behind.

I knew I was being stalker-like and going too far, but it couldn’t be helped.

I had no malicious intent.

But that day, when I turned the corner, Mizuri had disappeared.

Apparently I’d somehow lost sight of her.

Next time I’d watch from further away.

The next day had pool class, so Mizuri and I headed to the changing room as usual.

Today we came to the changing room with everyone else, but I wondered what she planned to do about her wounds.

I understood the reason soon enough.

“Eh, Mizuri, you wore your swimsuit under your uniform?”