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

“Oh, Isagi? Misago caught a man, so I’ll leave the rest to you.”

A phone call came straight from the Prime Minister’s office, and the first thing I heard was that.

“…Huh?!”

I yelled instinctively. Even if it’s brief, that’s too brief.

I remember the name Misago. She’s practically like our youngest daughter, and she’s been doted on in many ways.

I’ve visited the inn from time to time, so I know her quite well.

“It’s Lord Yata, right? I’m sorry, but could you please give me more details?”

Trying to confirm, I spoke slowly, putting pressure into each sentence. Despite being on the phone, I bowed my head.

“What’s with the formal tone? We’re practically family, right?”

“Separating public and private matters is important. I’ll decide after hearing the full story.”

The tone was friendly, but this person is a ticking time bomb in many ways. If I turn them into an enemy, the entire family becomes my enemy. Their influence surpasses even mine at times.

To explain how extreme it is, they’re like a visible bomb, a landmine, or a sword of Damocles hanging over politicians. Everyone connected to that foolish man got wiped out in the elections. It was such a clean fall. Needless to say, when I say “family,” I mean the harem members who share the same man. Blood is thicker than water, and their bond is strong, born and raised together like milk sisters. Even without Lady Kohaku, the title of chief wife isn’t something you can handle on a whim.

“Misago found a boy at the flooded beach of Oyashirazu and rescued him as part of an emergency evacuation. He seems to be confused about his memory and other things, but he’s calm, and it looks like they’ve come to an agreement. For now, I’m keeping him with me. I’ll send over samples like sperm if I can collect them. Anyway, it’s in your hands now.”

There was a hint of amusement in their voice, and I could almost see their sly smile, even though we were on the phone.

“Understood…”

There was too much information to process, but I swallowed it down.

“Contact the Male Protection Bureau. Check if there have been any missing persons reports for males, especially around Oyashirazu Beach and the surrounding area in Fukugata Prefecture, formerly Niigata.”

I covered the receiver and gave instructions to my secretary. If it’s a case of male abduction, there’s no way I can protect anyone involved. I need to confirm if everything is legitimate.

The secretary nodded silently and began contacting various agencies.

“For now, I’ll wait for things to settle down. But please, handle it with care.”

Even through the phone, I felt an overwhelming pressure, and a chill ran down my spine.

“Yes…”

At moments like this, you can feel the difference in experience and presence. It’s beyond mere age.

“If there’s no missing person fitting the description, we’ll consider him a ‘Kijin’ (an extraordinary person), right? I’d appreciate it if you could handle it that way.”

It seemed like they were listening in, and I felt a shiver. Lady Kohaku was also considered a ‘Kijin’ decades ago.

Back then, it was said that the loose household registry allowed it, but with modern systems like national ID numbers, I can’t imagine such cases would pop up now. Genetically, it’s been ruled out.

“Yes, I hope that’s the case too.”

Later that day, unusually high-quality sperm was delivered from a medical institution. The genetic data wasn’t in any database, causing a stir as if it had appeared out of thin air.

Although we hadn’t fully investigated it, just scratching the surface had caused this commotion.

At this point, it’s already rated above level B. Anything above B is considered a national strategic resource, requiring even more stringent control.

“I can’t believe it’s actually happening…”

I stared blankly at the documents. Although there’s a possibility he could be a drifter from a foreign country, his genetic makeup is clearly Japanese.

There’s a chance he could have been kidnapped or hidden away to escape human traffickers, but there’s almost no reason for anyone to secretly raise him while rejecting the numerous government subsidies available for men. These subsidies can amount to millions, even tens of millions annually.

Of course, there’s the duty to contribute sperm, but that’s a necessary obligation.

We conducted a thorough investigation, but no missing persons were found. With no one reported missing, we’re now treating him as a ‘Kijin.’ As a form of courtesy, even though we had arranged for the male guards and protection officers to arrive that night, we deliberately delayed their arrival. By the time they reached the scene, the marriage papers with Misago were already filled out. I’m sure someone helped with that, but they certainly moved fast.

At this point, the government couldn’t intervene. Stressing out the male would lower the quality of the sperm samples, and interfering with an established marriage is strictly forbidden. It’s like being kicked by a horse, and that’s that. As if it wasn’t enough, Hachikuma also apparently got married. As a relative, I was slightly concerned since she was a bit of a leftover, so I’m relieved.

Later, the quality of the semen extracted from the ‘Kijin,’ Hisui, was found to be far superior to Lady Kohaku’s sample data.

Although the final implantation rates and the observation of initial cell division aren’t complete, the higher-ups were celebrating the bright news. If things go well, they might even make a performance out of it at a festival. Should we create a new rank above A? Maybe call it S? There’s no A-rank currently in the country, so A would suffice. But since Hisui’s sample is better than Lady Kohaku’s, we’ll need some differentiation.

When semen of this rank is traded internationally, billions move at the final price. It’s no joke.

Given all this, one guard is no longer sufficient. He could be targeted by international kidnappers, and this is far more serious than personal assaults. Should we send a full unit of the Self-Defense Forces to guard the site? But if we send the wrong people, it could lead to a conflict with Lord Yata. Perhaps bringing in relatives would be faster?

She’s lenient with her own family, after all.

That would mean sending Hakuto and Ojiro…They’re well-known for defending the northern territories, so it would be a shame, but…

If we move them carelessly, foreign nations might take notice.

Beep Beep

At that moment, an alarm went off, reporting that a scramble had been triggered within our territorial waters. A reconnaissance plane from a neighboring country. Usually, we just chase them off, but this time I ordered a full interception. If we don’t show a firm stance, they’ll take advantage.

This gave me the perfect excuse to mobilize our forces, and I smirked to myself.

~Postscript

Postscript

By the way, my name is Tono Isagi. Like the night heron, Gorsaki. Well, politicians are like aristocratic scammers anyway.

Publicly, I’m the Prime Minister, but in terms of family influence, I’m weaker than Yata-chan.

I’m about the same age as Lady Toki, and I look like I’m pushing 40. I’m definitely guilty of looking younger than I am.

All the off-screen stuff is mostly me working behind the scenes, taking care of the little things.