(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.

“You don’t need to force yourself. If you think it’s impossible, you can annul the engagement.”

The form of dating has just changed into a contract form called fiancée.

The steps are almost the same.

“In the end, without love there’s no meaning, and children won’t be born either.”

“Love… huh.”

Tachibana-san didn’t quite seem to get it.

“Hmm, to put it in an easy-to-understand way, isn’t it like this? For example, if you had someone you liked, at that time, you’d feel irritated seeing that person talking with other people of the opposite sex, right?”

“Eh… i-is that so?”

“Well, generally speaking?”

“A-anything else?”

“O-other things?! Ah, then wouldn’t you wonder what the person you’re interested in thinks? Like their every movement concerns you, or you chase their actions with your eyes.”

“…Seriously?”

“And then wanting to be with that person for a long time, wanting to have conversations, or feeling sad and heartbroken at the thought of that person disappearing.”

Before this fiancée life started, I couldn’t imagine a life without Kazari-san or Mio-nee.

That’s surely love, I think. I don’t know if it’s affection or romantic love, but this is probably—

“…Ah, I see… then I…”

I am… I wonder.

“I don’t know about this, but if the relationship progresses, wouldn’t you think you want to be physically intimate?”

“Want to be physically intimate?!”

Her face reddened slightly in embarrassment.

She really is surprisingly innocent.

“Well, it’s just a figure of speech, but I wonder if that’s one indicator? I don’t know if such feelings will emerge.”

Conversely, if nothing hits here, it wouldn’t be strange to quit being fiancées.

Thinking about it, I did see Tachibana-san naked and such. I can think of reasons to dislike me, but not many to like me. The other day too, it was Aoyama-san who cleared Tachibana-san’s inner darkness in the end.

“…I-I see.”

I see, so that’s how it was, Tachibana-san nodded small.

She looked refreshed as if understanding something, then covered her face.

“…S-so, I want to know more about Tachibana-san, but what do you think?”

I don’t know if I like her… but I do think of her as important to that degree.

“…Hmm, then one question.”

“Wh-what?”

“Kyou-kun, are you more on the ‘like’ side or ‘dislike’ side about me?”

“What a halfway feeling.”

“No, I thought Kyou-kun’s feelings probably aren’t like 0 or 100, like or not like, you know? So I wanted to hear what the current situation is?”

Certainly, human emotions can’t be so clearly black and white.

Not limited to Tachibana-san, what I hold is faint.

“Of course, more on the ‘like’ side… I can say that.”

“…I see. Well, that makes sense, right? Given the conversation so far, that’s how it’d turn out. I might be surprised if you clearly said you liked me?”

My answer seemed to be what Tachibana-san expected, yet she looked a bit disappointed.

“Well, it feels like we’re starting from here?”

“What about you, Tachibana-san? You only asked me.”

It’d be tough and I’m anxious if she said she hates me or something.

“My feelings, huh. Right.”

She took a breath.

“This is one milestone. Kyou-kun probably doesn’t want me to keep looking apologetic or for things to feel unequal either.”

“…Yeah.”

Equal is better after all.

“This is the last time I’ll apologize. I’m sorry for causing you trouble until now, really for various things. …Honestly, I thought I didn’t have the qualifications to be a fiancée. No, I still think so a little even now. But… more than that, I want to still be in this space, I want to be with Kyou-kun more and know more about you. I want to become number one. If you say ‘more on the like side’… then I probably like Kyou-kun.”

That was, how should I say, unfair.

“Ahaha, somehow, speaking my true feelings out loud… is embarrassing, isn’t it?”

Tachibana-san smiled bashfully.

“…?!”

“…So, can I stay as your fiancée?”

“…That was always the plan.”

“Hehe, I see.”

Tachibana-san stood up from the chair and climbed onto the bed.

And then straddled me.

“But, you know? I’m anxious. I don’t understand the emotion called ‘like.’ …So can I… try to confirm it?”

By chance, the position was the same as that time.

But the nervous fingertips and the emotions leaking out were different from that time.

Tachibana-san closed her eyes, and slowly our lips touched.

Just a touch, a gentle kiss.

It was my first kiss with her.

A bittersweet kiss, like a touch.

It tasted like youth.

Tachibana-san lightly pushed my body, straddling me, making me lie down completely.

“Earlier Kyou-kun… you said, didn’t you? That if you like someone, you’d want to touch their body… So let me confirm?”

Tachibana-san’s bewitching smile, combined with the evening sun streaming through the window, was provocative.

The ribbon at her chest fell to the bed with a rustling sound.

Just as Tachibana-san was about to cover me again—the door slid open.

“Excuse me for interrupting at such a heated moment.”

“K-Kazari-san?!”

“Onee-chan?!”

Tachibana-san jumped away in a fluster.

What timing, good or bad.

“Couldn’t you have waited a bit longer, onee-chan?!”

Tachibana-san’s words were tinged with dissatisfaction.

“I’m sorry, but the nurse is right there, and I really can’t cover for you if you start doing it in the hospital room…”

Certainly.

Who on earth would start something in a hospital room?

That was close.

“Also, visiting hours are apparently over.”

It had become dark before I knew it.

“…I see.”

Tachibana-san muttered that she couldn’t get ahead of everyone.

Get ahead of what?

“Then I’m going home today, but Kyou-kun, can I ask one favor?”

“Y-yeah?”

“You call everyone by their first names, sensei and Hosho-san too, right? I’d like you to call me by my name too… Plus, onee-chan is also Tachibana, so it’d be confusing. So I’d like you to call me Mizuri? Is that no good?”

That way of asking… is unfair.

Certainly, it’s strange that only Tachibana-san is called by her surname.

“I understand… Mizuri-san.”

“You could even drop the honorific… but thank you for listening to my request, Kyou-kun! See you tomorrow then.”

Saying that, Mizuri-san waved lightly and ran off with pattering steps.

Left behind was her older sister, Kazari-san.

“Did you see? That face just now. She was hiding it until the end, but her ears were red, you know? To put it mildly, wasn’t that really cute?”

Kazari-san was rattling on with a cool expression, so please stop.

It’s scary.

“She’s a wonderful woman, too good for me.”

“That’s right. You have to properly make her happy as your fiancée.”

Isn’t this maid getting too personally involved?