Is It Wrong To Have A Harem In Daily Life?

The bell rang, and this interruption made the teacher who was imparting historical knowledge frown with dissatisfaction. Originally, he had wanted to drag on for another ten minutes to finish explaining these key points, but seeing the students' somewhat eager and restless expressions, he sighed inwardly, closed the textbook in his hands, and gave up on that plan.

"We'll cover the remaining key points in the next class. Of course, if any students can't wait and need help, you can come directly to the faculty office to find me. Study well when you get home. Although you're not yet third-years, you can't slack off. Understood?"

"Understood!"

The students' unified response.

"Then that's all for this class. Students, be careful on your way home. Class dismissed."

The history teacher waved his hand and left the classroom carrying his materials.

The classroom immediately became noisy.

A male student from the tennis club rushed out through the back door carrying his tennis racket.

Several girls with quieter temperaments unhurriedly gathered together to chat, planning to rest a bit before going to the calligraphy club.

Of course, there were also quite a few laid-back go-home club members who didn't like moving in groups. After packing their bags and placing their chairs on their desks, they headed straight out the school gate.

Murakami Yuu sat in a position toward the back of the classroom, taking in the energetic youthful atmosphere.

Passionate dedication, pure and without regret, innocent and straightforward—truly textbook-level pure campus life.

Thanks to this noisy, positive atmosphere, Murakami Yuu's originally not-so-great mood also brightened somewhat.

This feeling of being able to return to campus after being reborn wasn't bad.

"Hey Yuu! What are you spacing out for!"

The voice arrived before the person—it was Toritsuka Reita.

He slung his bag over his shoulder and entered someone else's classroom without care.

"Let's go!"

"What's the rush?"

Only then did Murakami Yuu leisurely organize his textbooks and stationery, calmly placing them one by one into his bag.

Seeing this, Toritsuka Reita became somewhat anxious, lowered his head close to Murakami Yuu's ear, and said in a very quiet voice:

"Today on the field, the track and field club is having girls' relay training!"

"So what? What does that have to do with me?"

"How do you still not get it! The track and field club! With girls!

They'll be wearing short-sleeved tops and athletic shorts that only reach their thighs, running around on the field! Running around! Not only the lower body exposed, but the upper body will also be like this—bouncing up and down, left and right everywhere! That bouncing kind! Do you understand?!"

Toritsuka Reita faced Murakami Yuu, placing his hands virtually at his chest, lifting and lowering them in a very perverted gesture.

"..."

Sorry, this doesn't count as textbook-level campus life. I take back my previous thoughts, because right in front of me is a pervert who is neither pure nor straightforward.

Murakami Yuu was speechless.

"Think about it—their expressions becoming breathless from poor breathing, their whole bodies involuntarily flushing red from accelerated blood flow, and then imagine their bodies with large areas exposed. From another angle, rounding up, it's practically half-naked. Don't you think this scenario is the ideal scene that boys dream of?!"

"Not at all. What's attractive about being covered in stinky sweat?"

"Shut up! The sweat that beautiful girls produce is fragrant! It smells like strawberries and pineapples!"

"That's enough. Are you part poodle? So sexually frustrated."

Murakami Yuu replied helplessly.

What kind of environment did Toritsuka Reita grow up in to develop such impatient and obsessive desires?

He was somewhat curious.

"It's only because that senpai will also be participating, otherwise I wouldn't be so eager to go watch."

"Which senpai?"

"Senjougahara-senpai! That purple-haired Senjougahara Hitagi who always has a cold expression!

Only when she's actually running during training can you see her face flushed, which you absolutely can't see normally.

Don't you think that's exciting enough?!"

"Sorry, really not interested. Go find Takeya to accompany you."

Murakami Yuu picked up his bag and stood up.

"Can't find him. That guy seems to have changed his taste recently and is suddenly very interested in first-year underclassmen. He's probably secretly dating somewhere now."

Toritsuka Reita showed a resentful expression.

"Reita, you're a virgin, right?"

Murakami Yuu suddenly asked.

The two were now walking out of the classroom side by side.

"Yes, you already knew that."

"I see. If you're a virgin, that explains it. No wonder you look like your brain has been blown up by lust..."

Murakami Yuu muttered to himself quietly.

"Huh? What are you saying, Yuu?"

"Nothing."

"Really not going to the field?"

"Not going."

"Ah, fine then, forget it..."

Toritsuka Reita sighed. If his friend wasn't willing to accompany him, his interest immediately halved, and he lost interest as well.

When the two were almost at the school gate, some unfamiliar girls gathered together and actively approached them, their gazes unabashedly focused on Murakami Yuu. It was obvious they had business with him.

Since they were blocking the path out of the school gate, Murakami Yuu also stopped.

Seeing this situation, Toritsuka Reita instantly became sour, looking at his friend beside him with resentful eyes.

The girl at the front kept her eyes downcast, very embarrassed, and after being urged by her companions, walked up to Murakami Yuu.

"Izumi Kyoko, second-year student, excellent grades, good relationships, her family runs an electronics factory, well-off financially. Her measurements from top to bottom are 83, 62, 79. Usually shy in personality. Seeing today's formation, she must have made a big decision."

After telling Murakami Yuu all the information he knew, Toritsuka Reita stepped back two steps to stand by the flower bed, successfully blending into the gathered crowd of onlookers, hiding his achievements and fame.

If you put this energy into studying, you could probably get into Tokyo University...

Murakami Yuu withdrew his thoughts and looked at the girl standing in front of him, clutching her skirt hem with a nervous expression, speaking in a calm tone:

"Is there something you need, miss?"

"Ah! Um, that..."

Like a startled rabbit, Izumi Kyoko became uncontrollably flustered.

"Go for it, Kyoko!"

"Don't give up!"

"Bravely express your feelings!"

Izumi Kyoko's close friend support team cheered her on from behind in voices that were neither too loud nor too soft.

It seemed like her companions' strength was transmitted to her through their voices. Izumi Kyoko's shoulders, which had been constantly trembling from nervousness, gradually calmed down at a visibly noticeable rate. Although she was still somewhat anxious, she was determined to speak what was in her heart.

She had planned this from the beginning, hadn't she?

"Mura... Murakami-san..."

Usually, speaking felt like a very natural and effortless thing, but in the current scene, it seemed so difficult.

Facing the person she liked, facing the person she had always been thinking about, Izumi Kyoko's lips trembled slightly, her upper and lower teeth touching each other.

"Mm."

Murakami Yuu stood there quietly, not showing any particular impatient expression from being watched, but instead restrained his presence and chose to listen quietly.

"I, I'm called Izumi Kyoko, and actually, I..."

Izumi Kyoko's face was bright red, her hands clenched into tight fists. The pain from her nails digging into her palms finally allowed her to face her inner feelings and choose to release this long-suppressed emotion.

"I, I've liked Murakami-san for a long time. If possible, please go out with me!"

Izumi Kyoko bent at the waist, placing her hands straight along the front of her thighs. After finally saying these words, what came was a sense of relief, but along with the sigh of relief came another anxiety.

Will Murakami-san accept me?

She maintained her bowing posture, even closing her eyes tightly to hide her intense worry.

"Please straighten up, Izumi Kyoko-san."

Murakami Yuu reached out to support her shoulders. The moment she straightened up, he saw through her black bangs an anxious eye filled with moisture.

The pure and passionate feelings of a young girl in love had been conveyed to Murakami Yuu.

Next, it was time for his response.

"I'm sorry, Izumi Kyoko-san. I can't go out with you."

Ignoring the excited crowd of onlookers around them, Murakami Yuu gave his answer.

The moment she heard the response, the girl's eyes became dim, like crystal beads covered with dust, her mood uncontrollably dropping.

"Izumi Kyoko-san, you're very cute, but I already have a girlfriend, so I can't respond to your expectations. I'm sorry."

Rather than a simple, direct rejection, this kind of reason for being unable to accept a confession due to special circumstances would make the other person feel much better.

This was a white lie, and also the gentlest way of refusal Murakami Yuu could think of.

"Murakami-san doesn't need to apologize at all. This was just my one-sided feelings anyway."

Izumi Kyoko hurriedly waved her hands, then lowered her head again.

"I know this might seem thick-skinned, but could Murakami-san fulfill one request of mine?"

After the matter was settled, she actually became more relaxed.

"What is it?"

"Could I have a hug?"

She had done a lot of research before confessing and naturally knew that Murakami Yuu didn't actually have a girlfriend. She understood this was just considerate words he said for her sake.

"Yes."

Murakami Yuu nodded. He chose not to refuse such a trivial request from the courageous Izumi Kyoko.

"Then, I won't hold back..."

Izumi Kyoko slowly stepped forward, wrapped her arms around Murakami Yuu's waist, and buried her face in his chest.

"Thank you."

After maintaining this posture for just a few seconds, Izumi Kyoko released her arms.

"No, it's noth... mmph..."

Without any preparation, Murakami Yuu was successfully ambushed by Izumi Kyoko, who had been keeping her head down.

Her soft lips found their target and touched his lips, like a dragonfly touching water—contact and separation in an instant.

Watching the girl cover her face and flee in panic, Murakami Yuu stood in place, bewildered in the wind.

...

The crowd had already dispersed, but today's incident would probably be talked about at school for a few more days.

Because the school had a relatively progressive atmosphere, not only would teachers not interfere with such matters, they would actually maintain an open-minded attitude toward them.

Among the onlookers just now, Murakami Yuu had seen his homeroom teacher Sakata Gintoki sucking on a lollipop with his arms crossed, standing to the side with an expression of enjoying the show.

What a middle-aged man who likes to join in on the excitement.

On the train home.

"Are you some hugely popular celebrity? Why did that girl kiss you even after being rejected?! As far as I know, Izumi Kyoko has never had any dating experience, so there's a very good chance that was her first kiss! That was a first kiss! Is that girl an idiot? Why did she just give it away so easily?!"

Toritsuka Reita had now completely transformed into a lemon spirit, the intense sour aura emanating from his entire body could even float throughout an entire train car without dissipating for a long time.

"Stop being sour. When you have Yuu's looks, you can too."

Iizuka Takeya had rushed over after hearing about the confession incident and happened to see the most exciting moment at the end.

"Speaking of which, Yuu, could you satisfy my curiosity? What does it feel like to be forcibly kissed by a girl in public?"

Hearing this, Toritsuka Reita also showed a curious expression, pretentiously offering the drink bottle in his hand as a microphone to Murakami Yuu.

"How bored are you two? Just find a girl and try it yourselves."

To be honest, Murakami Yuu's heart was calm without a ripple. He was just slightly surprised—he had somewhat underestimated the courage of high school girls.

"Speaking of which, why did you two naturally board a train going in my direction again?"

"It's still early. Because I came running to watch your confession scene, today's date with my underclassman also fell through. Right now, the only way to pass time seems to be going to your house to play games."

Iizuka Takeya shrugged.

"Me too. I don't have work today either, so I'll just casually come to your house to play around."

Toritsuka Reita chimed in.

"Not needed. Go home, you two."

Murakami Yuu's protests were ultimately useless, and the three played games at his house until after six o'clock.

After the duo of friends left, Murakami Yuu finished his homework and dinner—it was already past eight o'clock.

Just as he was about to get his change of clothes to take a bath, Murakami Yuu received a LINE message.

It was from Iizuka Takeya.

[Yuu, Takanashi Yuko from the previous mixer asked me for your contact information. Should I give it to her?]

It came with a cartoon character emoji with a perverted nosebleed expression.

That single-ponytail lively girl, huh...

Murakami Yuu wasn't interested, so he immediately started typing on the screen: Not-interested,-just-find-some-excuse-to-refuse-her.

Just as he was about to click confirm and send, Iizuka Takeya sent another new message:

[She said she's asking for Tachibana Rui.]

Murakami Yuu thought for a moment and deleted the message he had originally typed.

[Give it to her.]

[OK!]

The conversation ended.

Murakami Yuu put down his phone and headed to the bathroom, planning to take a bath first.

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