(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 162.2: Mistress and Motherhood

A sense of incongruity… huh.

“That’s not a bad thing. But what I don’t want you to misunderstand is, at least us fiancées don’t think we are sharing time, and we don’t think even a bit that it’s unfortunate.”

They don’t think so?

“Even if we might have thought what Kyoya says at first, we knew it would be like this the moment we entered the fiancée system. We’re prepared for it. So Kyoya doesn’t need to worry.”

Is it okay…?

“You still have a face that says you aren’t convinced.”

“Well, yeah.”

I feel like my common sense has been overturned from the foundation.

“Isn’t common sense just something like that? Becoming monogamous was something that happened after the Meiji era, you know? In Japan before that, there was an era where concubines existed, and in the Sengoku period, there were acts between men. It’s a famous story that Oda Nobunaga had such a relationship with Maeda Toshiie, right? Looking at the world, in ancient Rome, the partner for making children and the partner for satisfying sexual desire were different… In the end, what I want to say is, what’s important isn’t custom or common sense, but what we think at that time—whether we are happy or not, isn’t it? Not by whom we are acknowledged.”

Custom doesn’t matter, huh.

“What Kyoya and us fiancées think—this is the most important thing, you know?”

“Wrong?” Ayaka looked at me with a sidelong glance.

Ayaka put a piece of chocolate from the table into her mouth.

“I tried saying something complicated. But it means that us fiancées are happy even now. Regardless of how it was at the start, okay?”

I see.

At first, everyone disliked it, so I thought they were unhappy. But thinking back, what they disliked wasn’t monogamy or anything, but because they each had their own problems.

But my thinking was dragged by the memory of “being disliked” from the past, and I didn’t realize that.

“I see… is that so?”

My feeling of guilt decreased a little.

There are still things I can’t fully accept, but at least I’ve stopped misunderstanding everyone’s feelings.

“Did your heart become a little lighter?”

Fufu, she smiled.

“Ayaka really is suited to be a school nurse. It makes me want to consult you about school life worries.”

No wonder she’s popular at school.

“Yes, girls often come to consult me, you know?”

I understand.

That feeling.

“But right now I’m your fiancée, and a school nurse just for you, you know?”

Fufu, she smiled seductively.

“Then lastly, I’ll cast a spell to make your heart lighter.”

“A spell?”

Ayaka stood up and stood in front of me.

In front of me, who tilted my head in puzzlement, she tilted her head cutely and lifted her breasts with both hands.

“Here… want to grope my boobs?”

I stood up swiftly.

Perhaps that reaction was unexpected, because Ayaka tilted her head saying, “Oh?”

“Didn’t men rejoice at this? I intended to match Kyoya’s preference, though.”

I went around behind Ayaka and stood there.

Ayaka, that is, of course…

“It’s the best.”

I hugged her tightly from behind and touched her without hesitation.

“Oh my.”

A cute cry.

And this sensation.

“Eh, when did you take it off?”

She’s… not wearing one?!

“Did I take it off earlier?”

Guh?!

I poured my overflowing irritation into the breasts in front of me with all my might.

My hands felt the softest, best sensation, the body I hugged was toned, and the scent wafting from her hair was sweet like shea butter.

“Fufu, Kyoya.”

While I was concentrating on groping her boobs, before I knew it, our positions were switched.

“Eh?”

Our eyes met, she smiled seductively, and,

“I love you.”

As if cradling my head, Ayaka invited me into her chest.

“Caught you~.”

Just like that, while verifying the sensation of her chest with my face, my head was stroked.

“Kyoya is doing his best; good boy, good boy.”

Motherhood coming in here.

Between the frustration in my lower body and the comfort on my face, I feel like I’m going to lose it.

“We won’t do anything sexual, but I’ll do anything else for you.”

…I see.

In other words, it’s torture.

I feel sadism within the motherhood.

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This is… bad.

Mistress-type fiancée is, to put it mildly, too dangerous.

“Lastly, remember this? In the fiancée vote, no matter who you choose, I won’t complain, and there’s no girl among us who would say such things. You should choose with peace of mind. No matter what choice it is, surely we will accept it.”

Ayaka-san, speaking like that, looked like she expected she wouldn’t be chosen.

Yet she had a gentle smile on her face.

I thought once again that she was a good woman, almost too good for me.

…Though she won’t let me vent my sexual desire.