In a World Where Chastity is Reversed, I Ended Up Working as a Hot Spring Attendant - Chapter 132-133

Chapter 132: Romantic?

“Hot?!”

I muttered in surprise as my fingertips sank into the muddy ground, which was hot.

“Is it a child’s body temperature?”

In response to my grumbling, the gaze that had been directed downwards towards my private area a moment ago quickly moved up.

A flushed face, looking a little melted, came into view.

(How cute)

Chu

I unconsciously sat up and embraced, pressing my lips against theirs.

Chu, chu, smooch, smooch…

While kissing, I slowly moved my fingertips that had sunk in.

The wet sounds echoed around.

At first, my fingers were tightly gripped, but the grip gradually became gentler.

“Mmm…”

As the kiss ended, Yata-chan slowly pulled away. At the same time, I was lightly pushed on the chest, so I obediently fell over.

“You should be ready to go soon.”

While saying that, Yata-chan slowly adjusted their position.

Straddling right above the main shaft, some viscous liquid dripped down and a thread formed between the spread legs.

“Well then, here we go!”

A rather forceful exclamation was heard.

Glch…

Shlurp shlurp shlurp

“Ugh… Uugh…”

A slightly strained voice was heard.

The soft, tight, and hot sensation was being conveyed through the main shaft.

Having been teased so much, I was about to climax, but if I did it here, it would be too quick.

“Phew…”

Yata-chan paused midway, having caught their breath. They were about halfway in.

Huff… Huff…

As the sound of fluttering was heard, Yata-chan began taking deep breaths from the abdomen, their lower abdomen forming an elephant’s trunk-like shape with the movement of the abdominal muscles.

“How about an unexpected attack around here when you’ve gotten used to it?”

A strange instruction was given, and my hand was taken to support Yata-chan’s waist.

Squeeze…

As a signal, they paused to catch their breath.

“I can let you release anytime.”

This time the tone and expression were more relaxed, but the sweat was intense.

Yata-chan moved gently, swaying back and forth, but the ridges caught, making me about to climax.

Mmph

A signal was given with their gaze, and I gripped their waist, pushing down.

Slurp

“Ohh…”

A slightly different voice echoed as it slid all the way in.

The moment it entered, the abdomen convulsed, as if urging me to release.

“Ugh… Ah…”

I inadvertently let out a groan.

Here it comes.

Throb throb throb throb throb throb throb

The thick, concentrated white fluid was ejaculated from the deepest point.

“Mmnn!”

A muffled scream-like sound was heard, and Yata-chan arched their back.

“You evil thing, forcing it all the way to the deepest point~♪”

Remaining mounted and connected, they lay down, cuddling and playfully kicking their feet, cheerfully teasing me.

“Beast♪”

“Virile♪”

“Big dick~♪”

“Aren’t all of these basically compliments?”

I couldn’t help but interject, even in the post-coital lethargic mode.

“Lolicon~♪”

“Which one is that?”

“As long as the man can get excited and ejaculate, they’re basically all compliments, right?”

“I see.”

“But there should be more etiquette when releasing inside, don’t you think?”

“What kind of feeling do you prefer? Like embracing and kissing while stroking your hair?”

“How about ‘Get pregnant’ from the deepest point?”

I inadvertently burst out laughing at the sudden unexpected response.

“It would be better to bring the desire to impregnate more to the forefront, don’t you think?”

Is that what you’d call romantic? It seems endlessly bizarre.

In the original world, this would certainly be considered creepy.

“Well… Mmm…”

There was a twitch, and a reactivation began.

Yata-chan let out a coquettish voice, as if waiting for it.

“Then, let’s try it that way this time?”

With a confident look, Yata-chan started moving again.

I was thoroughly milked.

The earlier lines were also said quite forcefully.

“I hope it works out, “

Yata-chan said cheerfully, stroking my abdomen.

Postscript:

A woman’s inside remembers the size and shape of the object that was inserted before.

The stopping point was the size of Kohaku-san, which means that’s what Yata-chan’s inside had remembered.

Looking at it this way, Yata-chan seems quite devoted and romantic in their own way.

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Chapter 133: Toki’s Perspective (From Umino Toki’s POV)

Timeline: Before Yata’s First Night

“By the way, do you think it’s possible?”

Yata’s mother asked me with a red face, looking a little desperate.

Since Kohaku’s father passed away, for nearly twenty years, she had been in a daze, just waking up and sleeping like a hollow shell. But recently, she seemed to have opened her eyes again, like she’d finally woken up.

Still, she’s only functional when in her current state of romantic distraction, which is troublesome. While the younger ones find her a bit intimidating, back when Kohaku’s father was around, she was too energetic for that to even matter.

Well, most of the women around here, young and old, are somewhat similar in this regard.

“When did it stop again?”

I muttered to myself while flipping through the digital medical records on the PC, scrolling through them quickly.

“If I recall, it was after Kohaku’s grandfather passed away, right?”

Twenty years, huh? If it’s been that long since Kohaku’s father passed and things stopped, then…

“Mother’s menopause isn’t complete but is probably psychological, right? If that’s the case, then taking ovulation-inducing medication, making sure everything is deposited inside as much as possible, and having her absorb the semen directly from the vaginal side might stabilize her hormone balance nicely, and then… maybe, just maybe?”

I tilted my head, unsure as I spoke.

It might work orally, too, but aesthetically, it seems better to have it delivered directly into the uterus.

Incidentally, the structure of the vaginal walls shares some similarities with intestinal villi, so it can absorb some substances to a certain extent. While this knowledge isn’t commonly known and isn’t highly efficient, it’s not entirely incorrect to say the body could absorb it through this method.

Directly accessing the ovaries to check for remaining eggs would be too much strain on the body, so instead, we check hormone levels through blood tests. There should be a noticeable difference before and after… though the AMH numbers aren’t entirely reliable and are more for peace of mind.

The test results?

Hmm, it seems like there’s a chance, but maybe not?

It’s unlikely that her ovaries are completely out of eggs.

If that’s the case, it’s probably more of a psychological issue.

When Kohaku’s father passed away, it was unbearable to watch. She just lay there like a hollow shell, crying nonstop, getting up only once every few weeks, eating very little, chewing absentmindedly, and then sleeping again. She spent her time doing nothing but wasting away.

It took about a year of that until the mischievous Misago dragged her out of it.

It’s likely the toll from that time. Ever since then, Yata’s mother has lacked vitality.

I’d like to say it’s just a sign of her growing calmer with age, but it’s not like she’s visibly aged in appearance.

Recently, since Misago brought Hisui into the family, she’s been pretty excited. Watching her like this as a family member, it’s quite heartwarming.

I don’t care if it’s romance or something else; I just want my mother to be lively.

And if she ends up having much younger siblings for me, I’ll laugh and celebrate all the same.

I’m not one to talk about acting one’s age.

The family budget is more than enough, and there’s no worry about money. If she can give birth, the rest of us can handle the childcare together.

So, there’s no one stopping her from trying.

“Natural childbirth isn’t possible, so be prepared for another C-section, okay?”

“Well, that can’t be helped.”

She nodded as if she’d already made peace with the idea. Since she had a C-section when she gave birth to me, I suppose she’s used to the idea.

For those like us who are adapted to Wolbachia, the growth halt period varies among individuals, but in my mother’s case, her pelvis developmentally couldn’t accommodate natural childbirth, making C-sections inevitable.

If she forced a natural delivery, it could lead to complications and end up with harm to both mother and child. Nobody would willingly choose that.

By the way, the younger you stop growing, the longer your lifespan is said to be. But since there are so few cases, it’s hard to verify that claim.

For Wolbachia carriers, high metabolism leads to a youthful appearance and longevity, leaving non-Wolbachia mothers almost extinct. Even if they exist, their numbers are too small to make an impact, practically a mythical presence.

“By the way, Toki, what about you? You’re not at a standstill, right?”

“Me? Hmm, I guess I’ll ask when it’s my turn?”

Of course, everything mentioned applies to me as well. Honestly, I’m pretty excited about it deep down.

“Well then, I’ll reserve a slot for you.”

As she said that, a marriage registration form appeared.

“Is it okay for you to have this?”

“I already got permission from Hisui.”

How far did they plan this?

“Fine, fine.”

This is like a little piece of shared happiness, so refusing would be tactless.

It saves me some trouble, too.

I wrote my name down.

Umino Toki.

As I wrote, a grin spread across my face. Later, I’ll join the wife meeting without a word.

“Oh, by the way, no matter how much lubrication or preparation you use, there are limits, so please use this.”

Judging from the surveillance footage and the feeling when we bathed together recently, Hisui’s size is considerable. Even with my experienced, romantically distracted mother, there’s a limit to what’s manageable.

That’s why I handed her a medical lubricant. Hopefully, it works out.

~Postscript

So, whether it’s happening or not, it’s just a single line of difference when written in kanji.

Yata is deeply emotional, so these things can’t be helped.

This story takes place before Yata’s first night.

This confirms the 13th person in line.