(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 72: Kazari-san's Sadistic Side

“Welcome home, Ma-st-er. You’re home early today, aren’t you?”

When I got home, Kazari-san greeted me with an unusually bright smile. She was beaming—a rare sight. Normally, even if she smiled, it was just a faint, subtle one. And now she was calling me “Goshujin-sama” (Master), something she almost never did.

“Uh… I’m home?”

Yeah, she’s mad. I can tell that much. But as for why exactly, I have no clue. These things usually hinge on the reason, don’t they?

“Did school treat you well today? No undue stress, I hope?”

Ah, I get it now. This is about yesterday.

“Th-thanks to you, Kazari-san, I had a perfectly peaceful day today,” I stammered.

Right. That’s what this is about. Yesterday, as soon as I got home, I unloaded all my frustrations onto Kazari-san. I might’ve let out a bit of a sadistic streak, too… Yeah, this is bad.

“I, on the other hand, had a pretty rough time thanks to that, you know? I had to get up early to deal with my usual chores plus cleaning your soiled sheets. Oh, and let’s not forget how you, for some reason—for some reason—decided not to finish inside but instead to paint my face and body with it.” 

She emphasized each word, drilling the point into me.

“By the way, external release is terribly inefficient for extraction, but yesterday, you still had me working overtime,” she added.

“My deepest apologies…”  

I bowed profusely as we walked toward my room. Yep, this is 100% my fault. No excuses.

Sigh.

Cue the deadpan glare.

At this point, my only option was to keep apologizing.

Still, this sort of thing only makes me want to push her limits even more. I mean, with a typically cool and expressionless person like Kazari-san, wouldn’t anyone feel tempted to provoke a reaction from her? 

I think most guys can relate—it’s that primal urge to conquer, to see someone completely under your control, gasping for breath.

Right now, she’s staring at me with her usual calm demeanor, but last night…  

…Last night was something else entirely.  

When I consider that, moments like these could be seen as rewards, of a sort. I’ve heard that, in certain circles, situations like these are considered a form of indulgence or even a “treat.”  

For the record, she was completely spent by the end of last night, her breathing ragged and her eyes glazed over… Honestly, it was incredible.  

“I know, even as you’re bowing your head now, you’re thinking about something filthy, aren’t you?”  

“Excuse me?”  

How does she know what I’m thinking without even looking at my face?  

“I can tell from the atmosphere. You’re ridiculously easy to read, Master. Let me guess, you’re thinking about milking me or something, aren’t you?”  

“…”

Nodding in agreement feels like admitting to my perverted thoughts, which somehow irritates me. Also, isn’t she reading my mind way too easily?  

“From a maid’s perspective, having a male master who cooperates with the milking process is a good thing, you know? But there’s a time and a place for everything, and attacking me as soon as you get home… Well, it’s not exactly ideal, is it?”  

I already know I was 100% in the wrong here. There was no point in even trying to argue. So I kept apologizing.

“I’m really sorry.”

“If you’re going to do such things, I’d at least like a bit of proper preparation beforehand,” she replied calmly.

“Preparation…?”  

“Yes. Women have a lot to do, you know? Cleansing, light makeup, and various other tasks—it all takes time.”  

“You don’t need to do anything at all, Kazari-san. You already smell amazing and look beautiful as is.”  

“…You’re always so quick to say things like that. Really, you have such a way with words today, K-y-o-sama.”  

I’ve learned from Miou-nee that women love compliments, no matter what.

“Flattery’s nice and all, but even with milking, I’d prefer to prepare properly to ensure there are no impurities. It’s important.”

Ah, so that’s the kind of “preparation” she meant—system-related procedures. Makes sense. Even during our sessions, Kazari-san rarely allows anything too unorthodox, like using her mouth or letting me finish outside. It’s usually with protection.  

But yesterday… that rule was thrown out the window.

“…So please, don’t get the wrong idea. This has nothing to do with preserving my maidenly heart or needing mental preparation, alright?”  

“I-I understand, Kazari-san. Let me make it up to you somehow, okay?”  

I genuinely felt bad. Looking back on it, I was pretty selfish last night.  

“In that case, I have one request.”

“If it’s something I can do…”  

“Of course it’s something you can do. In fact, only you can do it.”  

She reassured me with her usual tone, but something about her phrasing made me feel uneasy.

“…Go ahead?”  

I urged her to continue, albeit with some apprehension.

“Next time, I’d like to have my way with you, Kyo-sama.”  

“…Huh?”  

What now?

“Basically, you’d just lie there. You’re not allowed to touch me, and I’ll take the lead. Oh, and maybe I’ll use handcuffs or a blindfold on you.”  

“W-wait a second…”  

“For our next milking session, that’s my request. Do I have your permission?”  

If you’re asking whether I’m okay with it… Well, I’m not exactly thrilled, but do I even have a choice here? I doubt I’d be able to handle it either way. It’s not in my nature to relinquish control like that.  

But… 

“Alright. Deal.”

“Thank you, Kyo-sama.”  

Her voice and demeanor returned to their usual calm tone. She probably wouldn’t bring up last night’s incident anymore.  

Fine, Kazari-san, you win this round. But mark my words—I’ll turn the tables next time. I’ll make sure of it.  

And strangely enough, that thought got me excited. I’ve always been the type to return the favor double-fold.  

…Then again, this whole mess started because of me, didn’t it? Maybe I should let that slide for now.  

—

“So, how’s school been, Kyo-sama?”  

“It’s been alright. My class is pretty unique, so I’m having fun,” I replied.

I recounted the events of the past couple of days. I didn’t really get a chance to talk about it yesterday, for obvious reasons.

“I see. That’s good. I’m glad nothing major has happened.”  

Yeah, everything’s been smooth so far. Honestly, I was half-expecting to get ostracized or have people keep their distance from me.

“It’s fortunate that you have someone like Tachibana-sama in the same class. And Akizuki-sama as well.”  

“Yeah, though Akizuki-san totally forgot who I was at first. And her attitude hasn’t changed much either.”  

Honestly, the fact that she forgot about me on the first day still stings… I’ll remember that forever.

“I imagine that was Akizuki-sama’s way of being considerate. Perhaps she was trying to ease your tension by acting nonchalant or even strict, fostering sympathy or camaraderie among your classmates.”  

Could she really be that thoughtful? Then again, she did say “Ah,” like she legit forgot.  

“…I’ll just go with that theory.”  

“Still, seeing you teaching other boys how to interact with girls—it’s rather heartwarming, isn’t it, Kyo-sama?”

“Are you making fun of me with that tone?”

“Not at all. I’m just saying… as expected of the person who relentlessly pushed me to my limit just yesterday, right?”

“I deeply apologize for that.”

Hearing her bring that up again renders me completely defenseless.

“Oh, and if you ever make a move on one of your female classmates, please let me know, alright? I’d like to have an accurate record of such things.”

“Don’t talk as if that’s guaranteed to happen! I won’t make a move on anyone!”

“Yes, yes, hypothetically speaking, of course. Still, if you do, I’d prefer if it happens after you’ve properly dealt with your fiancées.”

“I told you, I’m not doing that.”

Why does she speak like it’s inevitable? I’m the type of person who wants to fall for and cherish one person, not flirt recklessly with everyone, okay?

“Oh, speaking of fiancées, I just remembered something. It seems Shiina-san mentioned that she’d like to discuss the plans for your next event.”

The next event? Oh yeah, there was something like that.

“Ah, the… what was it? The three-way meeting…?”

I hadn’t been told who that meeting would involve. It’s supposed to be me and the fiancées, right? But who else would attend? Some kind of counselor? Or maybe a love advisor?

“That’s correct. She’ll be coming to give a detailed explanation about it.”

“When’s that?”

“This Saturday, apparently. After discussing everyone’s availability, it was decided that day would work best.”

“No one asked for my input, though?”

“I took care of letting them know about your schedule for you. I have a pretty good grasp of it, after all.”

“I could’ve planned to hang out with friends, you know?”

“…You’ve made friends?” she asked, eyebrow slightly raised.

“…”

Well, it’s only been two days. Sure, I’ve managed to have conversations, joke around, and build some degree of camaraderie. Honestly, I think things are going well.

“I’ll make sure to keep that in mind when scheduling from now on, alright?”

“I know you’re busy, but please try to attend,” she said with a faint smile.

Kazari-san smiled softly—one of those subtle ones she’s so good at. But still… Yep, today’s Kazari-san definitely has a strong sadistic streak.