(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.

Today, I had borrowed time from Kyo-sama to come to a certain place.

To a facility of the arranged marriage organization.

Kyo-sama didn’t know where I went.

Though I naturally knew where Kyo-sama was going.

My master, Kyo-sama, was probably going to confirm information from Shiraishi-san right about now.

…Well, it’s in the guise of a date, but I don’t think it will develop into the kind of strange situation you might imagine, with those two.

Originally, Shiraishi-sama was a member of the NAZ organization, so she was the type who properly maintained the hierarchy of fiancées. Moreover, Shiraishi-san jumped in as the fourth one.

She probably wouldn’t try to sleep with Kyo-sama before Akizuki-sama, who was originally a fiancée and lover… probably. Unless Akizuki-sama has NTR fetishes, but I don’t know about that.

Well, Shiraishi-sama has an incredible level of sex appeal even from my perspective as a woman, so this is assuming Kyo-sama doesn’t get seduced by her charms.

Just to prevent that, I did tell Kyo-sama that if he’s going to embrace someone, it should be one of the original three first. Plus, as a preventive measure yesterday, I thoroughly drained him.

“I don’t understand how he’s perfectly fine the next day though.”

I sometimes wonder if he’s really male.

That’s how incredible Kyo-sama’s stamina was. If Kyo-sama were to create a harem, there probably wouldn’t be situations where women would cry because their turn never came.

If there were any issues, it would probably be the physical limitation of having only one body.

“Kyo-sama probably won’t expand his harem that much anyway.”

Kyo-sama was a very emotionally deep person.

If too many wives made someone sad, he’d surely try to do something about it.

In the process, he might unknowingly break down—such a future was also conceivable.

“…That won’t happen though.”

That’s what the NAZ organization is for, and that’s why I’m here.

I will continue to support him from slightly behind and walk alongside him.

And beside Kyo-sama… she is there.

My precious girl.

So for that purpose, I first need to clarify the situation.

“Phew.”

I have to do something for a happy future.

Even if I’ve discarded my name and it doesn’t remain in the family register, I will still protect that girl’s future.

Onee-chan will protect you.

“So don’t worry… Mizuri.”

The image of her laughing cheerfully at home floated in my mind.

When I opened the door in front of me, there was a large room with a single monitor.

The monitor immediately lit up, becoming audible only.

“…Excuse me. May I ask about the situation?”

“What situation? Weren’t you supposed to be working as Takeda Kyo’s maid?”

Playing dumb.

“I’ve taken time off to come here.”

“I see… but you should only come here for urgent matters, right? This doesn’t seem urgent right now.”

“I know I should only come for urgent matters, and I’m here precisely because of that.”

The voice coming from throughout the room was apparently altered by a machine, making even gender indistinguishable.

She was also the boss of us maids. But perhaps to prevent rebellion, her face was hidden and we didn’t know who she was.

We’re not allowed to meet directly, so we have to talk like this.

But that was probably for the best—if I’d met her directly, I might have slapped the person on the other side of the screen.

“…So what is this urgent matter?”

“It’s about breach of contract.”

“Oh?”

I could sense an amused atmosphere from her voice, as if she’d heard something interesting.

There’s nothing amusing about this for me.

“I’m talking about the contract I made when I discarded my name and was sold here.”

I was sold to the NAZ organization by my parents.

Ultimately, I decided to go there myself, and I don’t regret it.

I met good people too. But not having the things I was promised protected was wrong.

Some silence.

She’s probably looking at my records.

“…Is this about your family?”

“Yes.”

“And?”

“The conditions should have stated: maximum arrangements will be made to ensure my sister can live happily until she reaches adulthood.”

For my sister to live happily—that was my wish.

I was sold simply because there was no money and my father wasn’t working—no, had lost his job, would be more accurate.

If I just disappeared, things would work out somehow. They’d get a reasonable amount of money, and my sister’s happiness would be guaranteed.

“That’s right. I wouldn’t say it’s a breach of contract. Your sister can participate in the harem system to become happy—even though she’s just a common citizen’s daughter.”

I see, so that’s how you’re going to play it.

“Yes, externally that would be happiness. Regardless of whether she wanted it or not. If we acknowledge that as happiness, then being engaged is certainly considered fortunate in this world. However, just because that’s happiness doesn’t mean we should turn a blind eye to other misfortunes.”

“…What are you trying to say?”

“My sister apparently receives violence regularly. There’s information that crying voices were frequently heard, indicating someone was committing violent acts against her.”

“…Hmm, that’s true, isn’t it?”

How brazenly you say that.

This is your failure.

“But so what? Child services already moved on this case, and the one committing violence is already dead according to the report. The perpetrator was…”

“Tachibana Hirodai, the father.”

Really worthless.

“What, you already know. That was your father too.”

“Yes, even then, when it was discovered, I was told not to make contact, so I reluctantly complied.”

“Was that so? It’s not written in the investigation report.”

Contrary to her words, the voice from beyond the screen chuckled amusedly.