(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.

SIDE Tachibana Mizuri

“Ah, I failed.”

I messed up the approach…

“I did put quite a bit of courage into it though.”

I tried saying “hold me” to Kyo-kun, but it didn’t work.

I failed even though I used the aphrodisiac I was given to seduce him, and I even used more aphrodisiac than I was told to, but it still didn’t work.

“It was going well up to a certain point, so I wonder what went wrong?”

I had considered the possibility of being rejected, but I hadn’t imagined it would be like this.

I thought the reason for rejection would be because of my injury scars. That they would kill his excitement.

So I made sure they wouldn’t be visible, but the reason for rejection was different.

I thought the seduction was successful, but Kyo-kun saw something on the bed and headbutted himself to forcibly regain his composure.

He rejected me because I didn’t want it. I don’t understand—I did want it.

“Would someone normally headbutt themselves to regain their sanity… no, but my actions after that were the worst part.”

Kyo-kun said what he said, but the fact remained that he was being swayed by the aphrodisiac.

From there, I could have forced the situation to create a fait accompli. If I had done that, he probably wouldn’t have been able to resist, right?

For the sake of family harmony, I had to act as my mother told me to.

Now that I think about it, talking with Kyo-kun was also bad. That made me hesitate to force it.

…No, that’s not right either. This is just making excuses.

“Why couldn’t I do it?”

I don’t know the reason.

I couldn’t even look Kyo-kun in the eyes properly. And yet he was looking at me closely.

But I should have been able to do it, so it’s really strange. My body didn’t move well.

And to make matters worse, it got dark at that moment.

“Who would expect the bed curtains to close and it to become dark?”

I’m bad with confined spaces and dark places.

You could call it a phobia.

Now that I think about it, the aphrodisiac itself apparently has the effect of heightening one’s senses, so that might have made my fear more intense.

So it did affect me properly too.

“What do you call this kind of thing… ah, ‘the strategist drowns in their own strategy’?”

Multiple confusions piled up, and I think I said all sorts of things without understanding why. I don’t remember what I said.

I fled with just the clothes on my back, and before I knew it, I had jumped on a train.

“…Ah man, I’ve lost everything.”

The concrete on top of the breakwater has wind and waves blowing against it, and it feels good against my flushed body after walking all this way here.

Looking down, the pitch-black sea opens its mouth.

There’s no great height, but the night sea feels a bit scary, like it might swallow me up in the darkness.

Even looking up, my thoughts remain dark.

“Ah, I’m going to get scolded by my mother again… aren’t I?”

No, it might not end with just scolding.

This time it was something necessary for father to come back.

Father who’s already gone. If it had succeeded, he might have been able to come back.

“Will I be… killed?”

That might be saying too much, but I’ll definitely get hit more than usual.

When I say it out loud, it seems surprisingly possible.

Mother’s life was father, so she’ll definitely lash out at me for failing.

Like always, saying [You’re the only child].

“I don’t want to go home…”

It wasn’t like this in the past.

I started to hate it when mother became fixated on the community called family at a certain point.

Even when she was cheated on, she still loved father.

But father eventually couldn’t stand mother and disappeared, leaving just me and mother, and it got even worse.

“If I’m going to suffer more pain like this, I might as well do it myself…”

I even think such things.

There’s a perfect place right in front of me too. I could be at ease with just one step forward.

Looking back, I never had a place to belong anywhere from long ago.

At home, there was no place to feel safe, always watching people’s faces and living alongside tension.

If I failed, I was subjected to violence.

At some point, school also stopped being a safe place for me from a certain period.

I couldn’t let my guard down anywhere. I could only relax when my parents weren’t around.

Ah, but…

“The fiancée life house was nice though. There was no mother suddenly entering my room, and a warm atmosphere spread through the living room.”

I thought this is what family harmony felt like. Like what I experienced in my early childhood.

Kyo-kun, sensei, Hosho-san—everyone was at odds at first, but before I knew it, they had become close. Even now, everyone speaks badly of each other, but they seem to get along happily and well.

They were considerate of even someone like me, giving off a homey feeling.

But I couldn’t enter that circle—I didn’t try to enter it myself.

Because to me, who couldn’t show my true feelings, it only felt out of place.

In the first place, there was no way someone like me, who was trying to destroy the fiancée life as my mother told me to, could have the right to enter.

“I made it so I couldn’t enter, and I’m the one who destroyed it too.”

Because I had to do as my mother told me.

I had to do it even in a comfortable place.

Because I’d get scolded if I didn’t, and I rationalized it as being for “love.”

“Ah man, I didn’t hate it though… you know…”

Strange.

The sky is cloudy and it’s not raining, but water drops are falling on my face.

Really strange.

“…I destroyed everything myself, fled from both the fiancée life and my mother, and as a result, the place I thought of as somewhere no one knows is the sea I came to with Kyo-kun—how ironic. Coming to a place I went to with the very person I fled from.”

Well, Kyo-kun probably doesn’t remember coming to a place with me anyway.

So it’s essentially a place only I know.

Unlike that day, the weather is unfortunate though.