(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 14: The Circumstances of the Sadistic Female Teacher and a Crushing Defeat

The time was already 10 PM.

We ended up getting back home later than expected.  

“It’s gotten pretty late, huh?”  

“Why are you talking like it’s someone else’s fault, Kyo-sama? This wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t gotten so carried away.”  

“Well, it has been a while…”  

“Still, you overdid it, didn’t you? Do you even know how your stamina compares to other guys your age?”  

How I compared, huh?  

Honestly, I couldn’t say I’d spent much time thinking about it.  

Back then, my mind was completely preoccupied with my sister’s situation, and since my high school-level knowledge carried over, I didn’t bother revisiting statistics or biology after reincarnating.  

But if I dug into my memories…  

“Uh… wasn’t it something like, on average, once every two days, with about one milliliter each time…? Or so?”  

“Hmm, that was back when there were more men around, wasn’t it? About ten years ago, when you were a kid. Oh, and let me correct you—those figures aren’t the average. That’s for the high-output individuals.”  

“Wait, seriously?”  

So most guys produced way less than that?  

“Yup. These days, it’s more like once every three days, or on average, once a week—if at all.”  

That was…  

“Wow, it’s dropped way more than I thought.”  

“Exactly. And yet, what about you, Kyo-sama?”  

Me? Uh, how was I doing again?  

“Two times… I guess?”  

“Yes, twice. At least twice a day, without fail. Not to mention, you recover completely by the next day. Honestly, it’s the first time I’ve seen women pushed to their limits like this.”  

“…I see…”  

If I were still in my previous life, this wouldn’t even count as unusual—just on the stronger side of normal.  

“But that’s the reality now.” 

“Well, if I haven’t been doing it much lately, I guess it’s no wonder things piled up. At least it’s being put to good use, right?”  

“That part has been genuinely helpful, yes. In fact, thanks to it—oh?”  

Huh? Kazari-san suddenly stopped walking and stared ahead.  

“What’s up?”  

I followed her gaze.  

“Hey, isn’t that Akitsuki-san?”  

In front of the house, a red foreign car had pulled up. From the passenger seat, Akitsuki-san stepped out.  

“…Looks like it. A friend of hers, maybe?”  

From the driver’s seat, another woman exited—a mature, glamorous woman with long, wavy hair exuding a sultry elegance.  

After exchanging a few words, the two of them drew closer…  

“Wait. What?”  

And then, they shared a long, passionate kiss.  

“Wow.”  

“Wow.”  

We both reacted in unison.  

***

Later That Night

Sigh. Life didn’t always go as planned, did it?  

“…Ughhh.”  

“That’s quite the heavy sigh, Kyo-sama,” Kazari-san remarked.  

It was late—practically the middle of the night.  

After seeing Akitsuki-san’s ‘moment’, Kazari-san and I had returned home a little later than planned. By the time we got back, the living room was empty—everyone had already retreated to their rooms.  

Honestly, thank goodness.  

Seeing Akitsuki-san now would’ve been incredibly awkward.  

“…Of course I’m sighing.”  

“I can understand how you feel,” Kazari-san replied sympathetically, setting down a cup of tea in front of me.  

“She did say she liked girls, but still… I wasn’t expecting her to actually have a girlfriend.”  

“Well, we don’t know for sure if they’re in a relationship. It could’ve been just a kiss, nothing more.”  

“‘Just a kiss’? Seriously?”  

Wasn’t something like that a pretty big deal? Guys didn’t just kiss their friends, after all.  

“Girls do, though. If they’re really close friends and—say—drunk, it’s not unheard of.”  

“…Kissing customs these days are way too chaotic.”  

“Do you have to sound like an old man complaining about ‘kids these days’? Besides, Akitsuki-san is older than you, remember? If anything, you’d be the one getting scolded.”  

“I’m not doing anything chaotic, so I won’t get scolded.”  

“Are you sure about that~?”  

I mean, all I was really doing was  fulfilling my duties.  

“I’m sure, okay?”  

“Really? Then what about all those experiments you’ve been conducting with me…?”  

“I’d prefer to call it ‘research’. For the good of society.”  

“Well, that’s one way to spin it, I suppose.”  

That’s exactly what it is! …I think.  

Anyway, I was at least self-aware enough to know I’d become somewhat attached to Sato Kazari-san.  

“Well, whatever. The whole Akitsuki-san thing is a problem for tomorrow’s me. I’m going to bed.”  

“Yes, yes. Isn’t there a saying about adults being allowed to run away?”  

“No, no. It’s called a strategic retreat. I’m just prioritizing what needs dealing with right now. This isn’t an urgent problem.”  

It was something I’d need to resolve eventually, sure, but definitely not within the span of this one month.  

Right now, my priority was surviving the Fiancée Voting. 

“Good night!”  

“Good night, Kyo-sama. Rest well—you’ve earned it today.”  

After switching off the lights, Kazari-san retreated to her room.  

But still…  

“A canopy bed for one person feels a bit excessive…”  

If I was being honest, it was unsettling.  

Sure, I’d managed to pass out last night, but now that I thought about it, the bed felt way too spacious.  

I mean, come on. A guy alone in a canopy bed? Wasn’t that a bit much? What was I—an Arabian prince or something?  

“Well… considering the times, maybe not entirely out of the question.”  

After all, with young men being so rare these days, having additional recognition wasn’t surprising.  

That said, having a canopy bed still felt like a strange privilege.  

“…Maybe I should just get a simple bed.” 

No, that’d be wasteful.  

Shaking the thought aside, I lay down.  

For what it was worth, the canopy bed was extremely comfortable.