(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 134.1 - Confusion and Pandemonium

“Kyo-kun… hold me?”

The moment I heard that voice, my reason flew away for an instant.

I instinctively tried to steal her lips.

“…Onee-chan.”

A faint word I heard. It stuck in my mind.

That’s why I saw it.

What was placed on the upper part of the bed.

If not for her words, I wouldn’t have seen it.

The lip balm she always used.

[I dry out surprisingly easily… I wonder if it’s because someone frequently demands it from me?]

She often complained like that.

I bit my tongue reflexively, rejecting instinct with pain.

Right below me was Tachibana-san with tears in her eyes, shutting them tightly.

“…!”

Nobody wanted to see her like this.

I hurriedly opened the window to ventilate.

I slammed my intoxicated-feeling head hard against the wall to clear it.

Something lukewarm seemed to flow from my head, but I didn’t have the luxury to worry about it.

My head was somewhat clearer than before.

“Hah, hah…!”

I was still a little dizzy.

…But I couldn’t rest. There was still something I had to do.

There should have been some back then too.

Searching around the room… there they were.

The things I hoped wouldn’t be there.

Several cameras had been set up.

Just like on the rooftop.

Tachibana-san was still lying on the bed.

Despite this situation, her eyes looked calm.

I couldn’t see the tearful eyes from before.

“Tachibana-san, could you explain what this is about?”

“Explain what? If you mean that camera in your hand, I don’t know anything about it.”

“You don’t know… really? Then what about this sweet smell and entering my room without permission? You wouldn’t normally do such things, would you?”

“The sweet smell was to set the mood… Kyo-kun, you don’t need to make such a scary face. Is it really that strange for a fiancée to enter her fiancé’s room?”

“It wouldn’t be strange for a normal fiancée. But we haven’t become that kind of relationship yet… so it is strange, Tachibana-san.”

“Sensei and Hosho-san have been aggressive toward Kyo-kun recently, haven’t they? Like today and such. So I got anxious about those two… I thought my position as a legal wife might be in danger—so I thought if we had a physical relationship, you might develop feelings for me… like with the other people.”

I see.

Her reasoning seemed to make sense on the surface.

I was also curious about who she heard that information from.

“There’s nothing to be anxious about since nothing has even started yet. I don’t think we’re at a stage to be anxious… well, let’s stop this pointless argument. So you didn’t set up these cameras either? Whenever I talk with Tachibana-san, both recently and today, cameras get installed. Is that also just my imagination?”

“Well, such things might happen, right? Like ‘rain with occasional spears falling’?”

“I’d be in trouble if such things happened.”

“…Well, well, isn’t it fine? This way Kyo-kun has no worries behind him, right? If you just assault me like this, you know?”

Tachibana-san pulled my arm, drawing me back toward the bed.

“In this state?”

“Yeah, that’s right. Something about not eating a meal that’s set before you, right?”

Despite the conversation having its usual frivolity, her actions were strangely forceful and something was different from the usual air-reading Tachibana-san.

I felt an inconsistency between Tachibana-san’s conversation and actions.

As if she’d be in trouble if I didn’t embrace her.

I could sense urgency in her words.

This definitely wasn’t coming from emotions like love or affection.

There was no mistaking it. This wasn’t because she liked me.

It wasn’t such a naive, youthful emotion.

(I could sense from Tachibana-san a desperation that she had to be embraced)

Though Tachibana-san’s face was smiling, her eyes were the same as always.

She had eyes like she had given up on everything.

I had to get her to talk somehow.

Who had said what to her, what was the purpose.

By any means necessary.