In a World Where Chastity is Reversed, I Ended Up Working as a Hot Spring Attendant

Chapter 110: Kurai Yozora’s Recollections

(Is this okay?)

A man quietly peeks from the shadows, holding his breath, at the group that just entered. The women seem strangely close, and as if it were the most natural thing, they’re all naked. Their eyes gleam intensely, but the atmosphere feels oddly peaceful.

That man’s body…it’s beautiful.

I can’t help but be mesmerized. It’s the kind of body you’d only see on the other side of the internet or in manga—beautiful. Magazines nowadays, because of rules against discrimination, don’t feature attractive men. Instead, they usually show older guys who are, well, not the best looking. Since, in this era, men don’t need to earn their own money thanks to their wives supporting them, those who do try to work are usually past their prime. Or they don’t have wives to begin with, and often, their personalities are questionable too. In short, they aren’t the best options.

Considering there should be about 100 women for every man, it’s hard to understand why that still isn’t enough.

It was obvious from the beginning.

But even so, men are rare, so there’s always demand for them, no matter the situation.

So, if you want to find a good man, you’ll have to search elsewhere. If your friends, acquaintances, or relatives already have a harem, it’s quicker to aim for their leftovers. But for us, born from artificial insemination, we don’t have such connections. Plus, our ties to our families are weak, making the chances slim.

If you don’t get a head start, you’re stuck struggling forever.

Before you know it, you hit your thirties, and you’re left with the government-issued mystery syringe.

When you become an adult and leave introductions to others, it’s no surprise you end up mixed in with marriage scams or romance fraud. Women who have paid money for such things are not uncommon, so I’ve lost all trust in people.

That’s why, despite low expectations, I’ve started searching the internet for sightings of men or to verify rumors.

Of course, most leads turn out to be nothing, just a mouse after a mountain’s rumbling, or like seeing ghosts that turn out to be dried flowers. The odds of rumors retaining any truth are slim, so the hit rate isn’t great. But if you can learn to spot original information before it gets distorted, you can avoid getting caught in people’s bad intentions, which is a little better.

In the end, valuable information only pops up in fleeting moments, and you can count those instances on one hand.

So, can I manage in this situation?

I look at my own body. Though young, my lack of care has left me with some flabby fat hanging around. The ones being groped now are quite large compared to their height, but if that’s acceptable, maybe I’m acceptable too?

The few times I’ve been introduced to men, I was told things like, “That unsightly flab is too much.”

By the way, one man said, “I wouldn’t touch that for a million,” and then added, laughing, “I’d never get hard anyway.”

For a moment, I thought of paying despite the insult, but then images of paying off my student loans or enjoying a nice meal with my mom flashed through my mind, and I couldn’t do it.

So, I politely declined. But as I was leaving, I heard him loudly say, “Don’t introduce me to an ugly chick like that again.”

(I wish I could’ve yelled, “Screw you, jerk!”) But I didn’t.

On the way home, I took out my frustration by buying lots of nice meat and sweets, then barged into my mom’s place without any prior notice. She’d been living separately in the city since I moved out. We ate together while I cried on the inside.

For the record, my mom’s big too, so it was definitely genetic. I couldn’t tell her that the cruel comments about our size had pushed me over the edge.

Even now, I regret it a little. Sometimes the memory still haunts me.

I hope I find the next one soon. But for now, I’ll burn this utopia-like live scene into my memory.

~Postscript

This character has the largest chest: Yata A, Kiyora B, Tsumugi C, Misago D, Hachikuma E, Kotori F, Suzume M, and Yozora L. Something like that.

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Chapter 111: Support and Dream Ending?

“To put it mildly, I think it’s the best.”

Unbelievable words continued. They were being carefully massaged, with such gentle hands that if it were me, I would have instantly melted into tears.

(The best? This flabby body?)

Inwardly, I imagined my own body. No, no. Over there is a cute and small girl, while I’m kind of big and flabby. As I compare: small, small, medium, medium, huge, giant…

There’s no doubt mine is the biggest. Even though there are some pretty tall-looking people here, how about me? From afar, they look fit and cool, but this flabby body of mine…

“Hey! Hurry up and go!”

“Gah!”

Suddenly, I heard a voice from behind. Without warning, I was pushed into the bath, unable to brace myself.

“Gah-blub-blub-blub!”

I quickly surfaced, gasping for air, and looked at the culprit. It seemed to be the smaller girl.

“Gasp, gasp.”

(Go where?)

Instinctively, I looked around, unsure of what she meant.

“Sorry, it seems she missed her chance for a hug back then…”

I was shocked by the voice and the scene in front of me. The larger person who was with her seemed to be negotiating something.

No, that should never be allowed…

“It’s okay! Go ahead!”

Surprisingly, they opened their arms wide without hesitation.

(Huh? Huh?)

With a cheerful smile, they hugged me while still naked.

(Huh?!)

I was completely enveloped in their chest.

It almost felt like their size was meant for this.

—

When I noticed the morning sunlight, I woke up in a room at the inn, lying on a soft futon with pure white sheets.

My mind was clear, so I sat up, raising only my upper body.

I was completely naked, with no memory of getting into bed.

I absentmindedly recalled what happened before I slept.

…

……

No, that was definitely a dream.

It was too convenient. There’s no way such convenient people could exist.

Where did the dream start?

Was it when I dozed off while looking at the starry sky and artificial satellites?

Or maybe it was when I laughed, relieved I didn’t drown?

There couldn’t possibly be such kind and wonderful people, right?

In other words…

“Ughhhhh!”

I held my head and groaned softly. If I was going to have a dream about losing my virginity first thing in the morning, I should have dreamed it more clearly and remembered it better. This is awful. I want to get better at dreaming at least.

Knock, knock

As I was lamenting, there was a knock at the door.

“Yes?”

I responded quickly.

“Are you awake? Breakfast time is almost over.”

At those words, I hurriedly looked for the clock in the room. It was already past 9 a.m.

Grumble

My stomach growled as if it had suddenly remembered.

“I’ll be right there!”

—

“It’s a bit crowded, sorry about that.”

The dining hall was quite full, as they warned.