(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.

First Fiancée War.

The rules Kazari-san explained weren’t that difficult.

Just like with the fiancée vote, each of the fiancée women and I would spend an entire day on a date. The person who entertained me the most on that date wins. They just need to make me want to continue spending time with them afterward.

In other words, I’m the one who decides the winner.

The winner here “gets the right to my first night.”

To put it more simply, “can do it with me.”

So all the fiancées just need to give me the most enjoyable time and make me want to spend the night with them afterward.

The method doesn’t matter.

Sex appeal is fine, or giving me a sense of security is fine too. Whatever form it takes, as long as they entertain me and make me choose them.

However, there’s no risk if you’re not chosen—nothing happens. There’s no punishment game or anything.

This one night is just exclusive to that person, apparently.

Not being chosen by me. That’s all.

“Ah, by the way, during these dates, please refrain from sexual intercourse. The first time is strictly a reward. I’m especially telling you this, Master, okay?”

A warning to me.

I’m not the incarnation of lust, you know?

“If you do it this way, I won’t say what exactly will build up for both parties, but the reward night will be enjoyable many times over.”

In other words, I apparently can’t release sexual desire during this time either.

“May I ask one thing?”

“Please, Housho-sama.”

“…Kazari-san said ‘many times,’ but can men even do that much? Even on the higher end, isn’t it about 2-3 times a week?”

Sayaka-san’s general statement is correct.

That seems to be the case for men in society. Well, compared to my previous life, men in this world have generally weaker sexual desire.

But speaking strictly about me, my baseline is from my previous life. Well, there’s no need to say that…

“Please rest assured, in Master’s case, that concern is unnecessary.”

What are you trying to say, Kazari-san?

Aren’t you about to say something weird?

All the fiancées looked puzzled, not understanding what Kazari-san was trying to say.

“You may not know this, but Master has also been donating sperm since participating in the fiancée system. It’s also for his older sister’s sake.”

It’s not just for that reason, but of course it was also a decent part-time job.

“Master applied to the fiancée system about a year ago. Do you know how many times he’s donated sperm during that time?”

Sperm donation—what a way to phrase it.

I continued my poker face so my face wouldn’t turn red from embarrassment.

My actual state of mind was complicated.

Why would she suddenly say such a thing?

The number of sperm donations—this equals the number of times Kazari-san and I had extraction sessions.

Well, the fiancées probably don’t understand, but for me, this is embarrassing beyond measure.

I’m surprised she was diligently counting such things.

And why is Kazari-san talking with a slightly proud face?

“If Kazari-san is going that far, isn’t it about twice a week? Thinking about that for a year, maybe around 100 times or so? It’s possible for Master.”

Rio-san’s prediction seems to be 100 times.

100 times, huh.

The others also suggested similar numbers, more or less.

I haven’t formally counted either, but I feel like it’s a bit more than that, though those numbers aren’t too far off…

“I won’t keep you in suspense… Close, but it’s 915 times.”

Close?

“‘???'”

Everyone made dumbfounded faces.

That includes me, by the way.

Did I… do it that many times?

“Eh… no… huh?”

“Th-that’s the number of sperm donations… right?”

“Yes, that’s right. The first three months we couldn’t manage many, so the donations were few. Originally, it wouldn’t be strange if it exceeded 1000.”

“N-no, no, no, even so…”

Well, as Kazari-san says, this is the amount that could be donated.

Actually, there were various other plays, so there were times when donation wasn’t possible.

…Even so, to think we did it this many times.

Wait, seriously?

“So please rest assured, everyone. Master is an energetic person. He should be able to entertain you many times… if you can just enjoy it, that is?”

At Kazari-san’s words, everyone gulped.

“…So, shall we decide the order?”

While everyone was dumbfounded, lottery tickets were prepared. Everyone drew tickets with slightly strained faces.

While watching from a distance, I couldn’t help but think.

What convenient rules for me.

This event would definitely cause a huge uproar in my previous life’s world.

But this is a society where the gender ratio has overwhelmingly tilted toward women.

Even something like this is permitted, which is why I’m building a harem.

I’ll choose my first partner from among these fiancées.

That’s essentially equivalent to declaring “I want to embrace this person.”

But then what happens?

Won’t it create something like a ranking among the fiancées?

Until now, there was nothing like that.

But when clearly dividing victory and defeat, the story changes.

Honestly, I don’t have confidence in choosing just one person.

To begin with, I’m still… about this harem system.

The words Karen-san said to me that time came back.

“As expected of someone trying to do something as ridiculous as creating a harem and polygamy. I wonder if your heart is made differently from normal people?”

Ah, I think so too.

If only I could love just one person.

“Shall we go in this order then?”

While I was lost in thought, the date order had apparently been decided.

The order is as follows:

First is Sayaka-san.

“I’m first, is it? …Then I’ll have to make it a memorable date so you don’t forget about me until the end.”

Sayaka-san smiled softly.

What’s a memorable date?

What are you planning to do?

“Please look forward to it, Kyoya-san.”

She smiled elegantly.

It’s strange—even though it’s the same smile, I feel something like dignity from it.

Second is Rio-san.

“I’m second, huh? Fufu, I’m looking forward to it, Master. Let’s do things together that the other fiancées can’t, okay?”

What do you mean, things the other fiancées can’t do?

That’s scary.

“P-please, just within legal bounds…”

“Of course. I’m a teacher, after all.”

Not trustworthy at all.

Teacher mode would be fine.

But she always has her fetishes fully open in front of me.

It’ll be okay, right? You won’t come in weird outfits, right?

Third: Ayaka-san.

“Oh my, I ended up with a surprisingly late spot… hmm, but that’s fine too. Fufu.”

As always, her adult composure is amazing.

She ran her fingers through her hair and licked her lips.

Her moisturized lips look very appealing.

And last is Mizuri-san.

“I’m last, huh? Nice to meet you.”

“…Should I think up a date plan again?”

When I said it half-jokingly, Mizuri-san puffed out her cheeks.

“Ahh, you’re talking about that date, right? It’s different from that time. I’ll think of it myself this time. So look forward to it, okay?”

She even gave me a wink.

“The results will be announced in one month. In front of everyone. Other than the dates, you’re free, so everyone please freely wage your fiancée war.”

The moment Kazari-san said that, I felt like everyone’s eyes lit up.

Everyone closed in, and pleasant scents approached.

Wait, huh?

Doesn’t this basically mean I’m still going to be surrounded?

Or rather, isn’t it worse?

When will I have peace of mind?!