(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 151.2 - First Fiancée War

During such an exchange, Hosho-san muttered quietly.

“…Thieving cats, are they?”

Only her mouth smiled while her eyes didn’t, which made it even scarier.

Maybe this is what they call a cold smile… or is it yandere?

“Scary, Saya-cchi!”

Mizuri-san apparently thought the same thing I did.

In the meantime, Rio-san was somehow sitting in front of me in seiza position.

Our eyes met. She stared at me intently with her large eyes, then said one thing.

“…Would you like to use me as a footrest?”

“Haa?”

I want my pounding heart time back.

“Ayaka-san, shouldn’t you discipline her properly?”

It’ll get more troublesome if I get involved, so I leave it to Ayaka-san next to me.

She also looked troubled.

“This only happens at home, and only with Kyoya-kun. Rio camouflages herself at school, so there’s no problem in daily life. That’s why it’s hard to warn her.”

“I’m troubled right this moment though?”

“You’re Rio’s Master, so it can’t be helped, right? Well, in the worst case, you could tie her up and throw her somewhere, couldn’t you?”

The treatment of her girlfriend is way too rough.

Rio-san also looked shocked, eyes wide open.

“I-I’m being treated so roughlyy!”

She was breathing heavily.

This pervert is hopeless.

Her fetish is in full operation. I have to stop this somehow.

While I was thinking that…

“Kyoya-san.”

“…Mm? What is it, Sayaka-san?”

Sayaka-san, who was behind me, tapped my shoulder.

Her face still had that scary smile from earlier.

“…If you request it, shall I discipline her?—With a whip.”

“‘With a whip?!'”

My voice overlapped with Mizuri-san’s.

She’s more serious about disciplining than I thought!

An image of Sayaka-san holding a whip and standing like a queen floated in my mind.

I could easily imagine it.

Sayaka-san in bondage gear, holding a whip in one hand, looking down at Rio-san.

Behind her, various torture devices.

She’d probably say lines like this:

“Really, what a hopeless little pig, aren’t you?”

In response, Rio-san with a ball gag couldn’t resist and could only accept it helplessly.

The humiliation of being disciplined by someone younger and a student.

Despite it being humiliating, Rio-san would show an ecstatic face.

“A whip suits Saya-cchi, huh? Like a wicked villainess.”

“…Setting aside whether she’s wicked, the image of her coldly smiling while whipping… yeah, it actually suits her.”

“Um… that’s not happy at all.”

Sayaka-san gave us a withering look.

She seemed genuinely displeased.

“I’m not satisfied either. The only one who should whip me is Master. I can’t get excited being done by anyone else—I want Master to do it.”

Sayaka-san and Rio-san each raised dissatisfied voices from different angles.

“Ehh, then I also want Kyo-kun to bully me?”

What does ‘bully’ mean?

Also, stop making it sound like I’ve done things to Rio-san before?

It’s completely baseless!

“More importantly, Kyoya-kun, you’ll spend adult time… with me, right?”

From the opposite side, Ayaka-san lightly stroked my jaw.

Th-this is bad.

Why provoke like that now?

Everyone closed in.

Since I was sitting, I had no escape route in any direction—front, back, left, or right.

S-something’s wrong.

It was peaceful just a moment ago, but suddenly this place became a battlefield.

Everyone’s smiling… but the atmosphere is scary.

With a glimmer of hope, I looked back to see Kazari-san there.

I sent a desperate eye contact message: “Somehow save me from this predicament.”

We’ve lived together for nearly two years.

We should be able to read each other’s intentions with just a glance by now.

Please understand!

Perhaps my feelings got through, as Kazari-san showed a thin smile and slowly but surely nodded.

The time living together wasn’t wasted after all.

“Kyo-sama.”

Kazari-san raised her voice.

Apparently my intention got through.

With Kazari-san’s statement, everyone’s attention gathered on her at once.

“Shouldn’t we proceed to the next step soon? No, we should proceed.”

“Th-the next step?”

Kazari-san, you’re planning to help me, right?

I’m trusting you, okay? Really.

“Yes, that’s right. Until now has been the time to know each other in terms of romance. From here on is romance time.”

“Could you explain specifically?”

“Of course.”

I also want to know in detail.

“I’ve been observing everyone’s exchanges from earlier. Unlike the tense atmosphere seen in early spring, this was a different kind of wonderful tense exchange.”

What’s a “wonderful tense”?

Do such contradictory words exist?

“From my perspective, it appears that all the fiancées have come to think of my Master Kyoya-sama to some degree and have developed feelings of wanting him to look at them. Hosho-sama, Akizuki-sama, Tachibana-sama, and Shiraishi-sama too—everyone wants Master to look at them more than others.”

No way.

When I looked to see if all the fiancées were smiling, surprisingly, they all looked away bashfully.

Eh… seriously?

“As a result of everyone’s feelings exploding, for Master, it’s become the current state of ‘tiger at the front gate, wolf at the back gate, and on both sides too.’ Kyo-sama can’t move.”

Indeed, everyone made faces like they understood.

“This way, even if Master wants to talk with each person individually, he can’t easily… so!”

So?

“I would like to begin a ‘Fiancée War’ here.”

“‘F-Fiancée War?!'”

What an ominous title.

And Kazari-san is starting it?

“The prize is, specifically…”

There’s a prize too.

I wonder what it is. Something orthodox like 10,000 yen in gift certificates?

“Specifically?”

“The right to Master’s first night.”

“…Huh?”

At such an outrageous proposal, my brain refused to comprehend.

[Tragedy] The maid I thought would save me drove her master further into a place of death.