In a World Where Chastity is Reversed, I Ended Up Working as a Hot Spring Attendant - Chapter 112-113

Chapter 112: Ready to Take the Plunge (Kiyora’s Perspective)

“Did it work?!”

At those words, I couldn’t help but cheer.

Yata’s eyes turned toward me in response to my voice, and he grinned without saying a word.

So, he knew I was here from the beginning. There’s no point in hiding, is there?

Besides, I left my clothes in the changing room. The reason I hid in the first place was because I got dragged into this.

I glanced over at the woman who was the reason I hid. She’s huge—mostly her chest. Just being around her, people might think she’s indecent or vulgar. I get it, but when it comes to that Hisui-san, I’m pretty sure it’s fine…

Let’s take a moment to think this through. Earlier today, we were sort of given the green light to make a move, and Hisui-san, fully aware that we were here, said he’d respond if we tried to seduce him.

So basically…

“A free meal?”

I whispered. My colleague Kotori, who was standing next to me, nodded in agreement with just her eyes.

“Well then, I’ll go first, okay?”

Kotori muttered under her breath, took a deep breath as if to psych herself up, and charged forward.

—

“Oh my.”

The troublesome woman with the huge chest looked utterly satisfied as Hisui-san embraced her. She wore a blissful expression, as if she’d achieved everything she ever wanted, and then fainted.

(Seriously, virgins…)

I silently grumbled, ignoring the fact that I’m also a virgin.

“So, what now?”

Hisui-san gently carried her unconscious body out of the bath and laid her down. Then he spread his arms wide again.

His movements were always so gentle yet strong.

A person’s unconscious body is surprisingly heavy, but he lifted and carried her without any effort. Since he was naked, I could see the muscles at work.

For some reason, Kotori nudged me forward, as if saying, “Go on, it’s your turn.”

“Alright, please!”

This was no time to be shy, so I happily hugged him.

No matter how many times I embrace him, it’s always amazing. I can’t help but smile, and my stomach flutters with excitement.

This time, since there weren’t many people around and I was more used to it, I enjoyed the full-body hug without any hesitation.

I really love him. I can’t imagine being with anyone else.

When he tapped me, signaling it was time to end, I reluctantly pulled away.

As I took a step back, my eyes met Hisui-san’s, who smiled kindly at me.

“After everyone else is done, please marry me and give me a child.”

Moved by instinct, I finally managed to say the words I’d been holding in.

Whether it was romantic or fitting for the moment, I wasn’t sure, but at least I said it.

—

Immediately after, I was overwhelmed by a sense of accomplishment for saying it, followed by a wave of regret for blurting it out. I averted my eyes and took a deep, quiet breath. The waiting time felt like an eternity, filled with the same anxiety a condemned prisoner might feel before their execution.

Was it 10 seconds? A minute? An hour? It felt like I had been waiting for a lifetime.

—

“Sigh…”

A small sigh, like someone preparing themselves for something, broke the silence. My heart tightened.

“Alright. It won’t be right away, but in time, let’s make it happen.”

(Did I just win?!)

I couldn’t help but pump my fists in celebration.

(Wait, what?)

But at that moment, he pulled me in unexpectedly, causing me to lose my balance.

—

As he hugged me again, our lips met.

(What?! What is happening?!)

I panicked instantly.

“Consider this a promise. We can continue this later.”

I was still in a daze from the soft sensation of his lips, which were now pulling away.

It was an absolutely devilish smile. I couldn’t even respond, just nodding furiously, blushing from head to toe.

The touch of his lips burned on mine. My stomach fluttered again. As much as it hurt to be left like this, it couldn’t be helped.

—

“Whoa…”

Around us, quiet applause and cheers echoed softly.

—

“Then, I’m next in line! Please take care of me too.”

Kotori casually chimed in.

(That’s unfair!)

I screamed internally.

“Got it, you’re next then. Looking forward to it.”

Hisui-san replied with a sigh and a wry smile.

—

“Whoa…”

The applause and cheers were slightly softer this time.

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Off-screen, Hisui’s Perspective—Waiting for a Response, Minor Conflict

(Is this really okay?)

Caught off guard by the sudden confession, I hesitated to answer. My gaze wandered for a moment.

Yata gave me a thumbs-up, followed by a lewd gesture with his fingers, grinning all the while.

I dismissed him with a distant look, still searching for some guidance.

My eyes met Hachikuma’s, the one person I thought might have something to say. She looked relieved, nodding with approval.

Everyone else seemed to be nodding too. Realizing there was no way out, I sighed in resignation and gave my answer.

~Postscript

Kotori is the kind of girl who’s always quick on the uptake in situations like these.

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Chapter 113: Answer Check (Kiyora’s Perspective)

The person sitting at the empty seat at the same table was the annoying woman from yesterday. Even through her yukata, her chest was undeniably noticeable. She ordered an LL-size omelette rice for breakfast, so she seemed quite energetic.

But, why isn’t she looking this way?

After all that happened yesterday, I thought she’d say something, but maybe we both see each other as background characters?

Well, let’s at least greet her.

“Good morning. Did you sleep well last night?”

Startled, she looked at me, made eye contact, and then nervously glanced around before responding.

“Good morning. Um, sorry for causing trouble yesterday.”

Her reply felt somewhat vague.

She doesn’t seem to remember much, does she? Well, it’s fine.

Yesterday, she had dark circles under her eyes, and her gaze was sharp, but after some sleep, she seemed much better.

“Could it be that you don’t remember anything?”

I decided to bring it up casually. We had time to kill before the food arrived.

“I fell asleep in the bath, and I woke up naked just now. I feel like something good happened, but my memory is fuzzy.”

“Ha!”

I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.

“How much do you remember?”

“I remember floating while looking at the starry sky, then meeting you all and bombarding you with questions.”

She lowered her head apologetically.

“And after that?”

I prompted her.

“I guess I fell asleep?”

It seemed like she had turned everything that happened after that into a dream.

“It’s a shame to think of it as a dream, isn’t it?”

With a wry smile, Kotori chimed in. I agreed, nodding.

“It wasn’t a dream? But, it didn’t feel real…”

She was carefully choosing her words.

“Too convenient, you think?”

“Yes.”

“I understand how you feel.”

“It makes sense to be doubtful.”

We both laughed lightly as we spoke. Honestly, we were in a great mood. As the leading candidate for his main wife, it’s hard not to be excited.

“That person, Hisui, isn’t a dream or a figment of your imagination.”

“He’s just someone who happens to fit our desires unusually well, but he exists.”

I won’t deny he’s like a character from a fantasy created by a virgin’s wild imagination.

“Honestly, it’s like something straight out of an erotic manga or doujin world, isn’t it?”

The person at the next table chimed in with a deep observation. Well, it’s fine. It feels like a movie discussion.

“He could have the tagline ‘Erotic Angel’ or something.”

“That sounds like a poor taste in hobbies.”

“Yeah, that’s a bit old-fashioned.”

Everyone chimed in with their critiques—it was like hearing compliments from an old man’s pin-up magazine.

“Um, so, he’s real?”

She muttered her conclusion cautiously.

“Yes, he’s a real person.”

We all nodded in agreement.

“He may feel like a manifestation of our fantasies, though.”

“If anyone called this a group hallucination, we’d cry.”

We all nodded again.

The woman, who had been looking anxious until now, seemed to finally accept that yesterday’s events were real. Her eyes darted around, her face turning bright red.

Good, good. It seems she’s finally come to terms with reality.

It’s quite enjoyable to watch. No, it’s actually quite amusing.

“Thank you for waiting. Here’s the seafood chazuke.”

The seafood bowl I ordered was placed in front of me, looking as delicious as ever.

It was piled high with shrimp, yellowtail, tuna, scallops, and sea bream. The bright green onions and perilla leaves added a touch of color, and the white rice underneath was glossy and appetizing. Just looking at it made me happy.

“It’s a dashi chazuke, so please pour the broth over it and enjoy.”

A large thermal pot, presumably filled with broth, was placed on the table.

“If there’s any broth left, we also have soup and rice refills, so please feel free to enjoy everything.”

Even if they hadn’t said anything, I had no intention of leaving a single grain of rice or a drop of broth behind.

My eyes were glued to the bowl in front of me, and I couldn’t resist the drool pooling in my mouth as I raised my smartphone to take a picture.

The first challenge was figuring out how to best capture this delicious-looking dish in an image.

“And here’s the LL-sized omelette rice.”

A gigantic omelette rice was placed on the table.

“Whoa?”

“Wow.”

“Can you even finish that?”

Murmurs of surprise and disbelief came from around the table. It was a massive red-and-yellow mound, completely different in aesthetic appeal from our seafood bowls.

“How much is that?”

“The rice is equivalent to five bowls, and there are ten eggs.”

“Whoa…”

Voices of concern for the calories involved were heard all around.

“If you can’t finish it, we can pack some into a takeaway box for you.”

They were very accommodating.

“Yes, please.”

She must have been overwhelmed by the size, already requesting a loser’s bag before even starting.

“If you’d like, we can make a simple salt and plum rice ball, but you can’t turn raw seafood into one, okay?”

The waitress preemptively warned us, noticing some of us were considering making onigiri out of the seafood bowl. It’s too risky, after all.

Well, first, we should eat what’s in front of us. It would be rude otherwise.

With a small clap of my hands, I said, “Itadakimasu,” and began eating.

~Postscript

Kiyora is quite assertive in social situations, and the people mentioned here are the usual group of girls.

As for the size of the omelette rice:
– SS is equivalent to one bowl of rice.
– S is two bowls.
– M is three bowls.
– L is four bowls, and LL is five.

As for the eggs, it’s about twice the amount you’d normally expect, plus a little more. So, it’s close to 4 go (about 720 grams) of rice in total.

Think of it like ordering from an omurice chain, like Bomb Tree.

Basically, it’s a heaping bowl, like a large ramen bowl or a mid-sized rice cooker. The girls in this world can eat a lot, but even they might struggle with this.

That’s why takeaway bags are a must. It would be a shame to waste food.

By the way, Hachikuma and the other big girls can eat it without any problem since they’ve trained for it.