(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.

It felt like it had been a while since I went on a date with Sayaka-san.

The last proper date we had was in spring, wasn’t it? We had opportunities to talk together many times—not dates, but going out felt like it had been a while.

When we went on a date before, she took me to an art museum and such.

Sayaka-san apparently was knowledgeable about and liked such things. Though she herself said she chose that course to be disliked.

“Please leave this date course to me. I won’t do it like last time, so please enjoy.”

She said that, but last time was good too.

She said my outfit should be the same as usual this time too, so we’re not going somewhere high-class, right?

Maybe a different art museum?

No—to put it modestly, I’m more looking forward to it. Last time I had to worry about the fiancée vote and such.

This time there’s not much of that… well, there’s the fiancée war thing.

…More than that, is it okay as a man to leave the date course to her two times in a row?

For both previous dates with Sayaka-san, I’ve left the date planning to her.

Hmm, but there’s also the fiancée war thing…

“Kyo-sama… your ride has arrived.”

While I was waiting in my room thinking about such things, she informed me that Sayaka-san had come.

Kazari-san, who told me, had a somewhat surprised expression for some reason.

“She’s quite something, isn’t she? Sayaka-san.”

Wh-what does that mean?

I don’t really understand Kazari-san’s words.

What does she mean Sayaka-san is something?

“You’ll understand if you open the front door.”

“You’re saying to see for myself?”

“Yes.”

Immediate answer.

For now, I put on my sneakers and went outside.

When I opened the front door, today seemed to be what they call perfect autumn weather, and the wind felt pleasant.

I looked forward from the sky… and understood why Kazari-san showed a wry smile.

I couldn’t help but look twice.

“A l-limousine…?”

A black limousine with a long body was parked in front of the house.

A limousine in a residential neighborhood.

The sense of intimidation was no joke.

“Sayaka-san is going all out from the start.”

I can understand why Kazari-san is surprised.

Even now, Kazari-san has an expression mixing surprise and exasperation.

“…Please enjoy yourself, Kyo-sama?”

“Ah.”

Kazari-san pushed my back lightly, making me take a step forward.

At the same time, the limousine door opened.

“Kyoya-san.”

From inside, the figure of a blonde woman with a faint smile.

“Sayaka-san.”

“Now, please come inside?”

Beckoned by her gesture, I hesitantly entered the limousine.

Once inside, there were two fluffy sofas in the back, and another sofa on the side.

On the opposite side was a wine cellar with several expensive-looking bottles placed in it.

When I sat next to Sayaka-san, Kurokawa-san closed the door for us.

As expected of a luxury car. The seating comfort is wonderful.

Before long, the car started moving. There was no shaking feeling and the ride was comfortable.

“This is my first time riding in a limousine.”

“Actually, I don’t have that much experience either.”

“Eh, really?”

Honestly, that’s unexpected.

I won’t go so far as to say she rides around in them, but I had the image that she rides in them quite often.

“It may be surprising. But realistically, there are faster vehicles just for moving around, and they’re not very maneuverable, so how should I put it—they’re not for everyday use, right?”

Sayaka-san smiled wryly.

Well, that’s true.

I’ve never seen anyone who rides in a limousine regularly.

“Besides, I like driving myself, so while we have one at home, we don’t use it much.”

Y-you have one at home.

As expected of a billionaire.

“That’s right, you said before that you like driving yourself.”

For some reason, Sayaka-san showed a surprised expression.

“You remembered.”

“Well, of course… isn’t that normal? But then why did you choose a limousine today?”

A pure question.

But Sayaka-san chuckled.

“Kyoya-san, you’re very sharp and intelligent, but you’re also a bit dense in some ways.”

Was I suddenly insulted?!

“D-dense?”

“Like how you make women spell things out for you.”

Seriously?

I thought I was pretty good at reading people’s thoughts.

“Fufu, there’s only one reason I used a limousine, you know?”

“One?”

Sayaka-san’s hand gently overlapped with my palm resting on the seat.

“Eh?”

Surprised, I looked at Sayaka-san, and she leaned forward slightly toward me.

“…Because I want Kyoya-san to enjoy himself to the fullest. There’s no other reason, is there?”

Our eyes met.

She tilted her head slightly and smiled cutely, and combined with her carefully done hair and makeup, she looked even more noble and beautiful than usual.

“I… see.”

I was captivated by her beauty and could only barely manage a reply.

“Yes, that’s right, Kyoya-san.”

Sayaka-san looked at me flustered with some amusement.

“Today’s Kyoya-san looks wonderful too. Did you have someone style your hair?”

“No, I can do this much myself.”

I used an iron a bit and styled my hair.

My glasses are the usual ones though.

Then I remembered.

When a woman praises you, how is it to not praise her back?

“Sayaka-san is always beautiful, but today you’re even more beautiful than usual. Your hairstyle really suits you too.”

Sayaka-san usually wears her hair down, but today is different.