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

Chapter 114: Being Interrogated (Kiyora’s Perspective)

“Thank you for the meal.”

I pressed my hands together and bowed slightly.

“By the way, you seem to be in a much better mood than the rest of us. Did something happen?”

“Huh?!”

I had just finished eating and, feeling full, couldn’t resist patting my belly. It was at that exact moment of carelessness that the sharp question came, and I let out a weird sound.

I quickly glanced sideways, trying to gauge Kotori’s reaction. She looked calm, but I could tell.

The moment our eyes met, I saw her emotion clearly: “You idiot.”

“We’re all in a good mood, aren’t we?”

I tried to dodge the question for now. Even if it turns out to be that, rushing things could hurt our advantage or lessen our exclusive time together.

By the way, we were told about the details after everything was settled last night, but maybe we’re still lacking in resolve.

“Your skin is glowing like you just did something and now you’re satisfied.”

The others around us, who must have heard the conversation, began checking their skin, touching their faces, or pulling out mirrors.

Too many of us were getting questioned.

It’s true that everyone’s skin seemed different. Compared to yesterday, there was a glossy, almost shiny look.

Even the girl sitting across from me, who had looked half like a zombie yesterday, with pale skin and dark circles under her eyes, looked much more presentable now.

“Including that, yes.”

With a confident smile, she pressed further. This one feels tough—I’ll lose if we keep talking.

“I apologize for the delay. Here’s my card.”

She lowered her voice as she handed me a business card.

“Yotsuba Publishing, Reporter, Kana Doi.”

It turns out she’s a professional. We’ve attracted the attention of someone dangerous.

I could feel many eyes from the others around us.

Instinctively, I looked to Kotori for help.

“Give up.”

She silently drew a playful cross in the air. No rescue was coming.

“Well, right now…”

I tried a half-hearted excuse in a low voice. I wanted to minimize the damage if possible.

“Alright, then let’s settle this with a game! Like ping-pong or something!”

What a strange escape route that was.

“Sure, sounds good.”

She readily agreed, as if this was a lifeline.

Rough women are usually from the sports clubs. Unlike delicate men, they have this simple notion that exercising together makes you comrades.

We, on the other hand, are used to a minimum level of physical activity. Even as adults, exercise is a requirement. In other words, we’re pretty strong now.

Strong, both physically and in terms of martial arts.

“Okay, let’s do it!”

The girl who had been silently battling a giant half-sized omelet until just a moment ago wiped her mouth with a paper napkin and suddenly, with a sharp glint in her eye, declared her readiness.

Her plate, which had held a large portion, was now completely clean. Not a grain of rice was left.

Even though it was only half, that was still quite a lot. She finished the whole thing?

I was a little impressed, deep down.

“So, which team are you on?”

I hoped she’d join our side.

“Since you helped me out yesterday, I’ll be on your team.”

Looks like she’s taken a liking to me.

“Then, I’ll be on the other side.”

Someone took their place on the opposing team.

“I’m not good with ball games, so I’ll be the referee. I leave it to you.”

Kotori, in her usual nonchalant way, passed the responsibility onto us. Traitor.

And so, we had a spontaneous hot spring ping-pong tournament—“Girls Only! With Possible Wardrobe Malfunctions!” special.

Honestly, it couldn’t have been more pointless.

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~Postscript

Since we’re all women, having large breasts just gets in the way.

Checkout time at this inn is 12:00 p.m.

Check-in starts at 5:00 p.m.

For those who arrive early, you’re expected to kill time in the hot springs or the lobby before being shown to your room.

They’ll hold onto your luggage for you, so don’t worry.

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Chapter 115: Drawn by the Sound

Clang!

Clang clang!

Clang!

Click.

I heard a lively sound echoing in my ears. It felt refreshing, giving off a sense of youth and energy.

As I thought about that, I decided to follow my feet and let myself be drawn towards the source of the sound.

I arrived at a scene. It was not a casual, fun atmosphere but rather a setting where an intense, urgent match was taking place, with sharp and light sounds echoing throughout. I made eye contact with a few onlookers who seemed surprised for a moment, but I gestured silently with my hands, signaling them not to mind me. I then settled into a spot where I wouldn’t stand out, thinking this might be the best seat in the house.

The sound of smashes cutting through the air was so strong I could feel it.

It would be rude not to watch the match seriously.

Well, what I was really interested in wasn’t the outcome, but rather the way their bodies moved. The way the sleeves and hems of their yukatas fluttered as they played was captivating. They had their clothes tied tightly to prevent them from getting in the way, but as a result, the view was wider, and it almost looked like they were wearing mini-skirts. You could also catch glimpses of their flushed skin as they moved, their slightly disheveled thighs, and chest areas—there was a lot to take in…

“Do you like watching that kind of thing?”

Hachikuma, who was nearby, asked me quietly, with a curious expression.

Honestly, for someone who’s obviously trained, why are you even asking?

“I quite like it, actually.”

I whispered back without any shame. After all, I think anyone who trains is attractive—especially women.

Also, there’s something about the way their bodies move during competitions that I find appealing.

The small breasts, which because they’re small, don’t have much support and end up being quite daring.

And the large breasts, probably sealed in sports bras because they’re in the way, yet still moving despite that.

The players in the match were Kiyora from the Protection Bureau, the big girl from last night, the reporter, and First Attack from last night. Kotori, who was supposed to be her partner, seemed busy acting as both referee and scorer, gesturing a lot. Things were pretty heated, and they were both out of breath.

Click.

Tap tap.

Roll roll roll…

“Sha!”

Kiyora made a great play and celebrated with a small fist pump. The big girl spread her arms wide, and they shared a high-five.

After confirming the score, they both let out a deep sigh of relief and collapsed onto the floor, completely exhausted.

The scoreboard showed clear signs that the match point had gone back and forth endlessly.

Clap clap clap.

I gave a quiet round of applause. Suddenly, all their eyes were focused on me, looking shocked.

(What’s with the reaction? Like you’ve seen a ghost in broad daylight?)

I swallowed back the random joke that popped into my head.

“Well done. Do you want a reward or something?”

I threw out a casual comment, wondering what kind of reward they’d be interested in.

“…”

The two of them exchanged glances and began whispering, huddled together for a secret discussion.

“Umm, maybe…you could, um, squeeze these?”

Kiyora, looking a bit embarrassed, pointed to her large breasts, which was at head height due to her sitting position.

For some reason, squeezing her large breasts seemed to be the reward they wanted.

I couldn’t help but freeze in place for a moment.

“If that’s not okay, maybe just a hug?”

Interpreting my brief silence as a negative response, she quickly changed her suggestion. The big girl’s expression darkened in an instant.

“You can be a little more confident, you know?”

I cut off her apology with a wry smile.

“So, over the clothes or…directly?”

With a bright, almost reckless tone, I wiggled my fingers playfully as I asked.

I felt like this might be crossing the line, but their reaction was one of relief, as if I had saved them. Their faces reddened, and they started fixing their appearance nervously. It seemed I guessed right—what was that all about?

Though there was a bit of a gap in our values, I figured it would be rude to make a joke when they were so willing, so I went along with the flow.

Soft and plump, smooth and damp…

Her large breasts, which was almost indescribably big and soft, was slightly moist with sweat from the earlier match, giving it a clingy sensation. The tip of her breast was gently bulging out, though it was hidden by a slight indentation, which gave it a modest, reserved air. I had a strange urge to scratch at it with my nail and pull it out, but I figured that would be too much in front of others, so I restrained myself and just gently squeezed.

Really, people come in all shapes and sizes, I thought, as I enjoyed the softness.

Her breath came out in short, heavy bursts, and she seemed almost entranced.

“Ah…no…”

Suddenly, the hidden tip of her breast poked out, and without thinking, I pinched it with my fingertips.

“Nngh!”

The shock caused her to shudder slightly before she went limp and collapsed.

I wondered if I had gone a bit too far. As I reluctantly let go, Hachikuma swooped in from behind and carried her off.

It seemed like Hachikuma was getting used to cleaning up after me, just like she did yesterday.

So, who’s next? I glanced around. The atmosphere had already turned quite pink and steamy.

“Next in line, please?”

“Yes!”

Kiyora slipped in eagerly, as if she’d been waiting for her turn.