(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.

As soon as I stepped into the new house, a distinct scent of freshly cleaned air greeted me.

The house had all the features of a modern residence, including a double-layered auto-lock system, offering excellent security.

At the entrance, there were already three pairs of shoes neatly lined up… no, wait, four pairs?

Huh? Four pairs?

Who could they belong to?

…Could it be someone from the NAZ Agency?

Wait, but even then, those shoes looked like leather ones, small but formal.

“…Looks like there’s one extra person?”

“Kazari-san, you don’t know anything about this?”

“Why would I? I’m just a mere employee, after all. There’s no way I’d know this kind of thing—sigh.”

Don’t keep that deadpan smile on your face; it’s creepy. I felt like I’d just caught a glimpse of the dark side of civil servants.

“I was only sent here to support you, Kyo-sama. But, if I may humbly offer my expert insight as someone undeniably talented—”

Her self-proclaimed brilliance was so on-brand for Kazari-san.

“There’s definitely someone here.”

…Was she a bit dense?

“…”

“Don’t give me that blank stare! I was joking! Joking! Well, it wouldn’t be strange if it’s someone from the NAZ Agency, but leather shoes that small are unusual. I can’t imagine a woman wearing them. Last time, the NAZ Agency staff wore pumps, after all… Anyway, we’ll have to go inside to find out. Worst case, we’ll just run for it.”

What kind of worst-case scenario was she imagining?

“Well, I guess we don’t have much choice.”

Honestly, the only reason I was getting caught up in silly thoughts like these was that I didn’t want to go inside.

“Shall we go, Kyo-sama?”

Kazari-san, ever the maid, took the lead and opened the door for me, but then stopped just past it.

It seemed she wanted me to go first.

Well, that made sense. It would be odd for a maid to enter first.

I had no choice now but to go in.

After all, I’d already run into my fiancées today.

Ah, don’t remind me of that unpleasant memory.

I walked through the door she held open for me.

“Whoa…”

“Wow…”

The exterior was impressive, but the interior was stunning in its own right.

The wide dining room seemed to be at least 20 tatami mats in size, spacious and luxurious. Each of the three women had already made themselves comfortable in different spots.

Tachibana-san was sitting at the table, engrossed in an app on her smartphone.

Akitsuki-san, wearing her glasses, was reading something on her tablet.

Meanwhile, Hosho-san was sipping tea with a refined elegance.

And in the dining kitchen, a butler was preparing cookies, snacks, and coffee with incredible grace.

Wait, what?

“…A butler?”

In this society, where gender equality was all but unbalanced, a butler?

…Seriously?

Tachibana-san glanced at me briefly before quickly looking away. The other two didn’t even bother sparing me a glance.

They truly disliked me.

But I had to find a way to make this living arrangement work.

Because if I didn’t, I wouldn’t be able to help Nee-san.

I had entered into this marriage for reasons as cold and calculating as they come. Nothing good could come of it.

For a moment, I felt a wave of gloom wash over me.

But I quickly brushed it aside.

I’d already steeled myself for this.

Suddenly, I felt someone’s gaze.

When I looked toward the kitchen, the butler gave me a polite bow.

That caught me off guard.

For the first time, someone had acknowledged me.

“Takeda-sama… or rather, since you’re engaged to the young lady, I suppose it would be Kyo-sama.”

…Young lady?

Wait, did that mean…

“Are you perhaps associated with Hosho-san?”

“Ah, how rude of me—I apologize for the delay in greetings. My name is Aya Kurokawa, and I serve as a butler for the Hosho family. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, and I look forward to serving you.”

With that, she bowed a perfect 90 degrees—a sharp, impeccable right angle.

“Likewise, I look forward to working with you.”

“My name is Kazari Sato, and I serve as Kyo-sama’s personal maid. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” said Kazari-san, bowing politely.

“…Ah, so you’re the one from that infamous Fiancee Bureau of the NAZ Agency, aren’t you? No, forgive me, that was uncalled for. Let’s leave it at that for now. Would you care for some coffee?”

When I declined politely, Kazari-san also gracefully refused. Kurokawa-san nodded and said, “I see,” before heading toward the hallway.

It seemed like she was going off to handle some luggage.

Her demeanor gave off the impression that she was hiding something.

More importantly, her earlier words… they were definitely suggestive.

“Hey, Kazari-san, what do you think she was about to say earlier?”

“…Hm? What do you think she was trying to say?”

Kazari-san tilted her head curiously, looking as though she was just as unsure.

“Still, if you think about it, she probably didn’t say it because it isn’t something that needs to be said right now. It’s likely something insignificant, don’t you think?”

Something insignificant, huh?

To me, it felt more like she had touched on some kind of taboo.

But judging by Kazari-san’s usual calm expression, it didn’t seem like there was anything more to it.

If there was something to it, perhaps now wasn’t the time to bring it up.

As I was lost in thought, Kazari-san tugged lightly at the hem of my clothes.

“Hm?”

“So, what shall we do now?”

“Let’s go put our luggage in our rooms for the time being.”

“…Do you think I even have a room here? Even in a place this big, what if there’s no room for me and I end up sleeping in the kitchen or something?”

What was this, some kind of fairy tale? Cinderella, perhaps?

“Come on, Kazari-san. With a house this big, surely you have a room too.”

“…Worst case, I’ll just crash in Kyo-sama’s room.”

That sounded like my bed was going to be completely taken over, didn’t it?

“Your room is on the third floor, along with the servants’ quarters.”

It was Hosho-san who spoke from her seat at the table, still not lifting her gaze from whatever she was holding.

“Ah, thank you.”

Maybe she was a bit ni—

“—Hurry up and take care of it. Until you finish unpacking, we can’t discuss our future arrangements.”

“Ah, I see…”

Nope, not kindness. Just prioritizing her own convenience.

“Well, looks like your room’s confirmed, Kazari-san.”

“Indeed, let’s head upstairs.”

We climbed the staircase to the third floor.

Wait, what?

“Oh, there’s even a basement?”

“Really? We should check it out later.”

Ignoring the temptation to explore the basement, we continued to the third floor.

Eventually, we arrived at the room designated as the master bedroom.

It was a spacious 12-tatami room.

The windows along one side offered a sweeping view of the surroundings. On clear nights, the night sky would likely look stunning.

But more striking than the view was the imposing presence in the center of the room—a grand, ornate canopy bed.

“A canopy bed…”

It was a luxurious piece of furniture, large enough for at least three people to sleep comfortably. The wooden posts supported white lace curtains that hung elegantly from the ceiling.

The bed even had practical touches like bedside lamps and electrical outlets.

It was so over-the-top that it left me dumbfounded.

No, seriously, this was too much.

“Wait, am I supposed to sleep here… alone?”

I’d definitely have way more space than I’d ever need.

What was I supposed to do with all this room?

Well, I could guess what the NAZ Agency people wanted to imply by giving me this. But still, this felt way too blatant, didn’t it?

“Wow… This is… something,” I muttered awkwardly, laughing dryly.

“Perhaps Kazari-san’s room is just as extravagant?”

“No, I just have a normal single bed,” she replied.

Yeah, I figured as much.

“Well, isn’t it fine? It looks soft and cozy. Why don’t you test it out tonight?”