(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.

“…Then… would you like to see them?”

Tachibana-san’s expression was serious.

Without waiting for my response, she began reaching for the ribbon of her uniform.

“Huh?!”

I was flustered and tried to stop her, but my hand froze.

This was a confirmation process, and it was something I needed to see.

It was necessary, and it definitely wasn’t for any improper reasons. Ideally, another woman should have been the one to check, but… since Tachibana-san was offering like this, it couldn’t be helped.

I steeled myself to look directly at Tachibana-san’s wounds…

“Okay, here I go?”

I nodded.

“Actually… you’re a bit too far away, so could you come closer?”

The distance between Tachibana-san and me was indeed about ten meters.

Was it really that far?

“…Even I would be embarrassed to be topless outside, so I want to be able to hide if someone comes.”

“Ah, I see.”

So the distance was just an excuse. It’s true that being outside would be embarrassing.

Convinced, I walked toward Tachibana-san.

As I walked, for a moment, something reflected and the evening sun hit my eyes.

Was it a window or something?

“Bright.”

“…Well, the days have gotten longer.”

Tachibana-san blocked some of the light with her body.

Now it wasn’t blinding anymore.

“Okay then—”

She said that, turned her back to me, and was about to show me her back—

—Clang clang.

I heard the sound of someone coming up to the rooftop.

At this time?! Who could it be?!

But that didn’t matter right now. I had to hide this.

“Hey! Tachibana-san, put your clothes back on!”

I urged her in a whisper.

“O-okay.”

I rushed toward the rooftop door to buy Tachibana-san time.

But who could it be?

While I was thinking, the sound of footsteps climbing the stairs was getting closer.

Looking behind me, Tachibana-san was in the middle of buttoning up her shirt.

I locked the door temporarily.

“Huh? It won’t open?”

That voice sounded familiar.

“Was this door always hard to open?”

No, it’s because I was holding it shut.

Looking behind me, she had somehow finished buttoning up.

I loosened my grip on the door.

Finally, the door opened.

“…Huh? It opened! Wait, isn’t that Kyo-kun?”

“Huh, Ayaka-san?”

Of course it was a voice I’d heard before.

“Hello! It’s Shiraishi-sensei, back to work as the school nurse!”

She wore a black blouse under a white coat, her long hair flowing.

As the door opened, a sweet vanilla-like scent tickled my nostrils.

Ayaka-san was looking at me with the same smile as before.

“Are you feeling better now? Were you able to leave the hospital?”

“Yes, I heal surprisingly fast, you see. Plus my boss told me to come back to work quickly.”

“…Boss? You returned to work?”

“There were various circumstances. I returned to work, but for the NAZ organization. It seems they judged that I, who knows about Eucharis, would be suitable as your bodyguard.”

Of course Shiraishi-san would know about Eucharis—she was spying on them, even if she was just a low-level operative.

After saying that much, Shiraishi-san’s gaze shifted behind me.

“…Ah, Mizuri-chan is here too. Hello.”

“H-hello.”

Since she managed to get her clothes on, there shouldn’t be any problems or strange misunderstandings.

…Wait, actually, if it was Shiraishi-san, there would have been no need to hide, would there?

Tachibana-san apparently thought it would be strange to talk from behind, so she ran over to my side.

“Did you come to the rooftop to enjoy the twilight like us? About the strange connections in this world, and such?”

Ah, so that’s the story she’s going with. Like something out of a twilight romance anime.

“That kind of thing sounds lovely, I suppose? But unlike you two, I’m not at an age where I can get lost in such romantic feelings—this is work. W-o-r-k.”

Shiraishi-san smiled seductively.

“Well, it’s really just the simple job of locking up the rooftop though. I don’t usually do such things, you know? But apparently someone took the rooftop key without permission this morning. It was returned before lunch, but having it missing even temporarily is a problem. So from now on, security is being tightened—teachers have to check the locks before leaving it to the security guards. Really, more work is such a hassle.”

I see.

Shiraishi-san, I’m sorry—I know who the culprit is.

Actually, Aoyama-san, you just borrowed it without permission?! I thought you had gotten permission or something!

“For the sake of my work, you young people should hurry home too. If you want to enjoy your youth in the twilight, do it outside of school, okay? You have homes, don’t you?”

Well, we actually had a different purpose.

But having her show me the wounds would definitely be better at home, and it would be more considerate if someone other than me looked at them.

“Yes, sensei. Good luck with work!”

Leaving Shiraishi-san to lock up, Tachibana-san and I went down the stairs.

We walked in silence all the way down to the first floor where the main entrance was.

Somehow, the atmosphere for showing me the wounds had disappeared. I guess it was time to regroup.

“…Um, Tachibana-san.”

“Never mind!”

The moment I tried to speak, Tachibana-san opened her mouth first.

“Huh?”

She turned around and immediately declared that.

“I changed my mind about a maiden easily exposing her skin, and besides, it’s embarrassing! So even when we get home, no! I won’t show anyone else either!”

“Wait, hold on—”

Suddenly saying that.

“Just so you know, since you’re probably curious—there are no wounds on my skin at all, okay? I just have beautiful skin like a baby’s.”

She was showing me the same innocent smile she showed our classmates.

But somehow it seemed suspicious.

“Tachibana-san, you said earlier that Aoyama-san found out about your wounds.”

“Ah, I did say that—but I was talking about small old scars. They’re on my back.”

Small old scars… I see.

“So it’s not abuse or anything like that?”

“Of course not. There’s no way that would be happening.”

Her expression hadn’t moved a bit from that smile.

“But—”