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

Chapter 128: Interlude – Let’s Try Washing Suzume-san

Scrub scrub scrub…

(Ah, bubbles have formed.)

After soaking the soap in the foaming net, I lather it up until the bubbles stand firm. Holding the bubbles in my hands, I can’t help but feel slightly proud of myself, even though anyone could do this.

However, the looks on everyone’s faces are somewhat unnerving—glaring and intense.

Currently, I’m sitting face-to-face with Suzume-san on a stool in the bath’s washing area, both of us completely bare. The spectators consist of my wives, led by Misago: Misago, Hachikuma, Yata, Suzume, Tsubame, Kiyora, and Kotori.

Now, how did things end up like this?

For tonight’s bath, my wives all decided to join me as usual. Though five are absent due to check-out and other errands, we’re at a private open-air bath attached to a separate room, which is surprisingly spacious despite being private.

“Shall we try giving it a wash?”

I asked, fully aware of my ulterior motives. Following a brief airborne exchange, Misago proposed making it a vote, and, as if planned, all the votes gathered around Suzume-san. Thus, here we are.

Family unity can be peculiar, but if you call this democracy, well, that’s exactly what it is.

They say unity is what wins votes.

Incidentally, Suzume received four votes, with Kiyora coming in second with two votes.

Suzume-san let out a sort of frustrated, unspeakable scream, sensing she’d been set up.

“Well then, may I have your hand?”

With a slight tremor, Suzume-san hesitantly extends her hand.

“Yes, please.”

Since she’s slightly shaking, I decide to proceed calmly and gently.

“Well then, excuse me.”

I extend my palms up and reach out. She timidly places her hand in mine, and I carefully clasp her hand as if enveloping it.

Then, still holding hands, I rub the bubbles all over both our hands, intertwining our fingers. A squishy sound fills the air.

“This is apparently called ‘hand sex,’ or so I’ve heard?”

The watching faces turn even redder, all staring blankly at our hands.

Actually, this hand movement is pretty suggestive, I think.

It’s only going to get more suggestive from here.

Looking into Suzume-san’s moist eyes, I feel that perhaps a kiss might not be unwelcome. She isn’t looking away, in fact, she seems almost expectant.

“Nn.”

Smooch

And so, we kiss.

“It’s a bit embarrassing, isn’t it?”

I mutter, pulling away slowly with a shy smile.

“Yes… ”

Honestly, it’s a bit nerve-wracking to be watched like this, so I release her hand to cool down a bit.

Our faces are both bright red.

After taking a moment to catch our breath, I resume washing, gradually moving toward the center of her body, rubbing bubbles onto her skin and expanding the washing area.

The atmosphere is heating up, so I lean in more boldly…

“By the way, should I maybe wear something like briefs? Just to control certain ‘battle-ready’ urges from getting in the way?”

I toss out a casual suggestion. As the one washing, it’s a bit troubling if I get too carried away, as things can turn coolly detached during a moment of after-release, and it could leave me temporarily out of commission. It’s said that male tenderness stems from desire disguised as affection.

“No, rather, it should stay exposed,” Misago promptly denies.

“Rubbing it against her might actually be appreciated,” Hachikuma adds. I thought she’d be the serious one.

“If he erupts, that’s just a treat, and it means we can go ahead and have him put it inside again, doesn’t it?” Yata bluntly states.

“If any spills onto the skin, we’ll carefully scoop it up with our fingers or hands and reinsert it, right?” Tsubame chimes in.

“I’d prefer if it didn’t go to waste and went directly inside,” Kotori says.

“I want it too,” Kiyora adds, looking eager.

“Is it that important?”

“Wasting it is socially unacceptable.”

“It’s almost like they think there are eight million gods in each cell of sperm… ”

I feel a bit shaken by this difference in values.

“Given the cost, of course we treat it with utmost care.”

“It’s that expensive?”

“Yes, so no wasted shots, and ideally, inside only.”

Their insistence is intense.

“Well, in that case, I’ll make sure to pour as deep inside as possible.”

Though I mean it, there’s a hint of frustration.

Anyway, I resume moving my hands in a slightly intrusive manner.

Suddenly, my hand grazes a large, soft area.

“Meow?!”

A cute cry escapes her.

“If he’s fully ready, I’d rather he slap her with it,” Kotori suggests lightly.

Slap

“Hyah♪”

A bright, lighthearted sound escapes her.

After finishing the wash, I silently deliver a light slap with “the main body” to Kotori, who was obviously the culprit behind the strange suggestion.

It doesn’t exactly feel good, but there’s a weird sense of domination and a peculiar, thrilling sensation.

Incidentally, even in full “active” mode, the root is flexible, so it shouldn’t hurt physically, though who knows about the emotional impact.

“Ohhh.”

“Not bad… ”

Applause and gasps of admiration ripple through the onlookers.

I wonder if this is really acceptable; I can’t tell if I’ve crossed a line here.

From my perspective, this feels like the lewd uncle who gets slapped playfully. I guess that’s a fair comparison.

The one who was slapped is twitching all over, muscles slack, the corners of her eyes drooping, mouth curved in a wide smile.

It looks like she’s holding back laughter, speechless.

“You know, the fact that you can do this without a second thought shows you’ve got no shame?” Misago says, exasperated. A rare straight-man remark.

“That kind of thing? I ditched it a long time ago.”

I answer with a resigned sigh.

“We’ve already seen each other naked.”

There’s nothing left to hide anymore. As long as my tastes don’t gross her out, that is.

I’ve got hundreds of gigabytes of videos lying around on the other side.

Speaking of which, did the cleanup crew already come to take care of it?

The audience is just the wives, so it should be fine.

“One more time, please.”

Having recovered from her trembling state, Kotori requests with a sparkling smile for another round.

Needless to say, I comply.

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~Postscript

Kotori is a slightly playful M-type. She likes to volunteer for lighthearted dirty work that doesn’t hurt, bringing laughter to those around her while snatching up the best moments for herself.

When it comes to interludes, please feel free to let the timeline be a bit vague.

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Chapter 129: Straight Teeth

“Ever feel like catching a sword between your teeth?”

While giving light, playful slaps, I heard something that gave me a bit of a scare.

“Wouldn’t you get bitten? No way.”

As Yata-chan bared her teeth and gnawed playfully, I chimed in.

Knowing her, she’d probably try anything without hesitation.

“I’m kidding about the teeth.”

In truth, since she’s someone who seems to enjoy playful gestures, she’s unlikely to make any serious mistakes.

“But everyone’s teeth are so straight, aren’t they?”

“Hm?”

At her remark, everyone smiled, showing off their teeth.

I looked closer. There wasn’t a single filling, no plaque, and no tartar in sight.

Then Yata-chan started mock-biting the air.

“In customer service, bad breath is unacceptable, you know? Nowadays, we have advanced ways to control oral bacteria, and they even have medicine to regrow teeth. So it’s not as hard as you’d think.”

“They have medicine to regrow teeth?”

“Yeah, even if you lose a permanent tooth, it’ll grow back, so you’re pretty set for life.”

“That’s reassuring.”

What started as a playful, adult conversation had veered off into unexpected territory.

Medical and tech advancements seem to be for the better, after all.

“We still need to brush, though, right?”

“Of course.”

The structure still needs it, obviously.

“Well, aside from the straight teeth talk, it’s about time we switched roles, don’t you think?”

Glimmer

With those words, Yata-chan’s gaze sharpened, and everyone around us seemed to catch on.

“Would you rather be approached by one or two people—or by everyone?”