(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.

But mostly, as I thought earlier, it’s probably because of my previous life. In that sense, Ayaka’s guess can be said to have hit the mark.

“And, your grandfather also said it, didn’t he? ‘Make one woman happy.'”

“Y-Yeah, I was told that often.”

She knows even that much.

“If I assume Kyoya’s thinking up to now as a basis, I thought it might be like this.”

“…Like what?”

“Women are to be protected and cherished. But if you think like that, the Harem System is incompatible with your way of thinking. Because you can’t take time to cherish just one person. The physical response a single human can give gets dispersed, after all~.”

With four people, the time spent on one person decreases that much.

At first… it was fine. As long as feelings weren’t involved on either side, we could gloss over it for the time being. We could call it work. Even if we couldn’t have a boy.

But…

“It was probably fine at first, but since you’re serious, although it was likely force majeure, as you saved everyone, you came to know your fiancées. And the more seriously you thought about saving them, the more your heartache increased after saving them, I think.”

…Kh.

Even though I’m not an equal.

Certainly, I had been worried about it.

Though not to the extent that I could verbalize it like this.

“You realized that more prominently because you increased the number of fiancées by adding me. Even though it was to save me… right?”

“That’s not true.”

“Fufu, thank you. …Well, even if I had been a fiancée from the start, and even if I didn’t have any guilt, I would have done the same thing, though?”

“Why? Even though it might be a chance to win the fiancée vote?”

“It’s not about winning or not winning. I think everyone else probably doesn’t place that much importance on the result of the vote, either. It would be happy to be chosen, but more than that, everyone just thinks about how to have you enjoy yourself, I suppose.”

To have me enjoy myself…

“…Besides, isn’t it natural to want to solve the worries of the person you like?”

“What obvious thing are you saying?” Ayaka laughed.

But I widened my eyes a little in surprise.

Because it was the first time I had heard those words.

“…What are you surprised about… come to think of it, did I not say it properly?”

I feel like I was told, and I also feel like I wasn’t.

In Ayaka’s case, it’s hard to tell if she’s serious. I can’t distinguish if her attitude is serious either. Because Ayaka is mysterious.

“It might be a good opportunity~.”

Phew, Ayaka took a breath and faced me.

Her face was slightly flushed, and her ears were a little red.

“Somehow. Conveying my feelings properly like this is… embarrassing.”

I wonder why.

Just a moment ago she was the clear-headed, cool-type Ayaka, but now she looks like a very cute woman.

“Once you become an adult, opportunities to put things into words disappear… not that I did it much even when I was a child. But the words I’m about to say are my true feelings.”

That’s right.

She was in the NAZ Organization.

I just nodded at her words.

“…I think the fact that you can get angry for others and bet everything for others is Kyoya’s good point. I was saved by that, and I fell for your kindness. The trigger for me becoming a fiancée might have been to save me, but the feelings I have for you are there. I yearn for you beyond words; acting unlike my age, getting excited—enough that my chest hurts just seeing you talk to someone else.”

Ayaka spoke as if conveying each word accurately.

Unlike the way she spoke just a moment ago, the beating of her heart seemed to be transmitted to me.

“I want to know what you are thinking, what you are worrying about, and what you want to do. I want you to know my feelings. And on top of that, I want you to share your suffering. Because I am on your side.”

“Ah…” she murmured a single word.

“The reason I say this much… it’s simple: because I… love you too.”

Ayaka…

“I want you not to ask ‘why’ or anything. I realized I had come to like you. Isn’t it unexpectedly like that? Because love isn’t something you do, it’s something you fall into.”

Fall into love, huh.

Those words fit perfectly for me too.

“Hmm, somehow that doesn’t feel right, does it? Or rather, it’s not like me…”

Ayaka crossed her arms a little and thought, then suddenly looked up.

“Right, maybe these words are correct? Hey, Kyoya.”

“…Yeah?”

“I… want to die with you.”

Strangely enough, the words Rio-san used in reply.

This time, her lover Ayaka used them as a proactive confession.

“I want to enter the same grave and have the same surname carved into it. Until then, I want to laugh together. I want to live just a little longer than you and then go to where you are—that is how much I love you.”

“That is how much,” you say.

Don’t convey it in such a light manner.

Even so… want to die together, huh.

“Oh? Why are you laughing?”

Ayaka puffed out her cheeks, looking a little dissatisfied.

“Sorry, sorry,” I waved my hand and explained.

“No, I just thought you’re exactly like Rio-san.”

“Isn’t it bad to bring up another woman during a precious confession?”

Even that part is the same, huh.

“Haha… I’m really sorry.”

Really, this couple is alike in every way.

Including their awkward parts.