In a World Where Chastity is Reversed, I Ended Up Working as a Hot Spring Attendant - Chapter 134-135

Chapter 134: A Story of Being Drained Upon Waking and Daily Life

Chirp, chirp…

Splash, splash

As I wake up to the morning bird sounds and wet water noises, the area around my groin feels warm.

“…Did I wet myself?”

A middle-aged guy mumbling with a drowsy morning brain, what am I doing?

And so, I nervously lift the blanket.

Drip, drip

A sly grin

There was something small in the futon, our eyes met, and they grin with just their eyes.

Needless to say, it was Yata-chan, who had thoroughly played with me last night and then slept together.

“What are you doing from the morning?”

“Since you looked energetic when I woke up, I thought I’d take care of you.”

Yata-chan, like a succubus or something, speaks confidently while making a splashing sound and spitting out a rod.

Incidentally, my main rod was already fully operational.

“Seriously?”

I can’t even come up with a retort anymore.

“I’ll drain one out first.”

And so, I was thoroughly drained from the morning.

The morning’s freshly squeezed white cloudy liquid was swallowed down quite appetizingly.

“Still, this is quite indulgent.”

Having been squeezed quite intensely from the morning, I feel completely exhausted.

When the initiative is unilaterally taken, there’s no need to consider the attacker, but being squeezed beyond capacity is quite challenging.

These are such luxurious troubles that my past self might want to beat me up.

But I’m definitely free, with nothing to do.

“After getting the second vaccination, it’s still a health management period, so being relaxed is my job, right?”
“I suppose that’s true.”

The second set is slightly less than the first, so the side effects are mild, and it’s a subtle line of feeling unwell.

Currently, I’m in the inn’s lobby, having finished breakfast, drinking tea as usual, and killing time reading magazines and newspapers.

Yata-chan is in her usual spot, lying across my lap – or more like using my entire lap as a pillow.
In these past few days, our distance has been awkwardly close, and I’ve become so used to this warm body heat that I’d feel lonely without it.

Hachikuma is watching over the scene from a slight distance.

Kotori and Tokiyo seem to have some paperwork and have been facing their PCs daily.
While also serving as guards, they don’t move far but seem quite busy.

“Men’s work is basically the same as this and that.”

Yata-chan points to a cat yawning listlessly. Basically, Chimpira looks free, and isn’t that the department head being messed with over there?

“In the same category, huh?”

As I say this, the guests are gradually keeping a certain distance and observing me from afar. Are they waiting for a free hug declaration like last time?

“If you impregnate your wife and other women, your social status as a man is secured. Basically, your wife guarantees your living, and you also have a wife who’s a guard, so just consider yourself a full-time husband responsible for comforting your wife and impregnation, and that’s enough.”

“Is that really okay…?”

Coming from a world where working like a workhorse was the only proof of manhood for corporate slaves, this is quite a gap.

“Also, just provide moderate service to the guests here, and there’ll be no complaints.”
“Well, let’s set up a sketchbook and stand later and make a free hug declaration.”

As he says this a bit loudly, the surroundings start buzzing.

“Well, please form a line.”

Standing up, he spreads his arms and smiles at the guests.

In an instant, a long snake-like line forms.

The demand seems undeniable.

Tired?

Here, you can legally touch female bodies. Moreover, for lodging guests, they’re basically in yukata and underwear – which is almost like being naked.
So, as a healthy boy, he’ll be all smiles as long as he follows his sexual desires.

“This is for check-out,” one guest says with an end-of-the-world expression.

“I’m always here, so please come again if you’d like.”

He hugs again and pats their back and head.

“Yes! I’ll definitely come back!”

Said with a completely flipped voice.

“What a demon…”

A small whisper is heard.

~Postscript

Basically, Hisui appears in the large bath or lobby, providing services like hugs if guests or interested people are around.

The first group was just too active. General guests are still in the observation stage.
Since the last part seemed inadequately explained, I’ve added a bit more. Please take a look if you’d like.

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Chapter 135: Hakuto’s Arrival

Tap, tap

While collecting information by reading newspapers and magazines in the usual lobby, I hear light footsteps.

A figure appears close before me, so I raise my eyes.
“Welcome?”
I unconsciously say this while looking up.

(So big…)

Since I’m sitting, it’s natural, but even looking up, their eye level is higher than Hachikuma’s.

“Hakuto-neechan?”

Hachikuma’s stunned voice echoes. Which means, a related person?

With a swift motion, she skillfully slides her hand under my armpit and easily lifts me up. Our shoulder and eye levels align horizontally, eyes crossing.

There’s a free hug sign, so the unexpected approach is surprising, but I don’t particularly mind.
(I see, truly sisters, she’s beautiful)

A straight, elegant nose bridge, large and cool eyes, white hair that’s mysteriously beautiful for someone young, a sharp facial line without excess flesh.

Unlike Misago’s childishness, she’s a beautiful woman who clearly gives an adult impression.

“Wh…”

(What?)

“Cute!”

I’m hugged like a stuffed animal.

Persistent as it might seem, I’m in a state where my feet are off the ground, so I just go with it.
While a cat or uninhibited creature might scratch or do something, I’m a time-traveler who’s been thoroughly teased by females, so instantly hurting a girl never crosses my mind.

Put simply, I’m letting it happen. I even consider it a privilege.

I end up experiencing a woman’s uniquely soft yet trained texture, a brain-resonating body scent, an unusually warm body temperature, and various other sensations.

“Are you calm now?”

“Yes, sorry, I got a bit flustered.”

Seemingly calmed, after being released, Yata-chan and others gather around, each sitting on sofas.

The beautiful woman is apparently named Hakuto – following naming rules, perhaps Hakuto Washi? Likely named for her white hair.

Her appearance doesn’t seem Japanese, but her Japanese pronunciation is fluent.

“I’m fine, calm now.”

Her gestures with both hands suggest composure.

“Hakuto-neechan, weren’t you recently in Hokkaido or somewhere further north?”

Misago tilts her head.

“I was? Why?”

“Emergency reports of an unidentified reddish aircraft falling.”

“Hhmph, that was my unit’s achievement.”

She puffs out her chest, a dramatically picturesque person.

“Is this internationally okay?”

“This time it’s an unidentified aircraft without international identification marks, so shooting it down isn’t much of an issue.”

She wags her finger, correcting.

“If we didn’t shoot it down, they’d get cocky and arrive with identification marks, potentially changing territorial maps.”

“I see…”

In this world, apparently this country can confidently confront neighboring countries – how enviable.

“Besides, they invaded our airspace first, so we have no reason to apologize.”
She laughs cheerfully without malice.

“But suddenly coming here – a punishment?”

“They didn’t exactly order me to shoot it down – just a tiny command violation.”

She makes a circle with her thumb and index finger, her nail tip barely floating.

“And while I was supposed to come alone, my subordinates followed.”

Behind Hakuto, beautiful, sturdy-looking women have somehow lined up.

“Is everything okay? The northern defense?”

“Basically, after shooting down, they’ll be quiet for a while, probably.”

“‘Probably’ was added.”

“We can only predict the other country’s intentions from our side.”

“That’s true.”

Everyone gives a wry smile.

“By the way, no human casualties.”

“Really?”

“Recently it’s mainly remote-controlled or AI-piloted, considering pilot training costs. Mostly unmanned drones or RC-like aircraft.”

“Recent generations have improved engine performance and thrust, so carelessly putting humans onboard would cause G-force blackouts. Only real monsters actually pilot them.”

“Fundamentally, with serious global declining birth rates, nobody wants human casualties, so recently such skirmishes haven’t resulted in deaths.”

“Is that how it works?”

“That’s how it works.”

“Unmanned aircraft are still expensive though.”

“Of course.”

For a moment, something like Noiko seemed to appear.

“So, the main topic?”

“In the back?”

When Yata-chan prompts, she responds with a crisp wink – unfairly photogenic.

~Postscript

Hakuto herself thinks she’s wearing ordinary, movable clothes but gets treated like a beautiful woman in male attire.

However, her large chest and body lines are clearly visible, so even Hisui wouldn’t mistake her gender.

Off-duty, she usually wears denim pants, shirts, and jackets. Rider’s jackets or work uniforms would suit her.

She doesn’t wear mini-skirts, and might tolerate long skirts, which look cool when they slightly spread during high kicks.