In a World Where Chastity is Reversed, I Ended Up Working as a Hot Spring Attendant - Chapter 144-145

Chapter 144: Casual Talk – It Leaked Out

“Hya… ah…”

Trying not to use the fingers or nails, she applies the whole palm to gently rub the area.

As softly as possible, massaging it.

Still without inserting the fingers.

A small, muffled voice comes from Kiyora.

“No…”

Feeling it’s too much, she clings to the soft surface area.

“Nn… Ah…”

She shakes and goes limp.

Small twitches.

“Ah… No… No…”

A weak voice leaks out.

The hand that was nestled in the soft thigh flesh slips away with a wet sound, enveloped in different warmth.

(It’s warm)

Inwardly, there is no thought of it being dirty or vulgar, only a strange sense of accomplishment or superiority.

“Ah, I’m sorry!”

“Not at all, me too?”

With a flushed face, Kiyora quickly bows her head, and the response is given lightly, not minding.

“How was it?”

Misago asks.

“Just warmth and a sense of superiority.”

There is a bit of smell, but if it’s small, it can just be washed away, no need to worry. If it was big, that would be troublesome.

Kotori, trying to console the seemingly about-to-cry Kiyora, and Hachikuma, who doesn’t seem to mind, are in the edge of the vision.

“The muffled screams and final death throes are erotic, aren’t they?”

“It has a nice atmosphere, doesn’t it?”

Not knowing how to respond, veering off, Yata picks up on it, “I understand, I understand.”

“So, that’s how it is?”

“I’m innocent!”

Skillfully correcting the diversion, strong.

After all, when a girl leaks during the act, it’s more of a reward for the man, isn’t it? If they say it’s a penalty, I might as well return the favor.

Shiver.

Thinking about that caused a sudden urge to urinate.

Yata grins.

“You’ll release too, won’t you?”

“Yes…”

At that, he is firmly grasped.

“The small one, right? You can release it here.”

Smiling broadly, as if he’s had a great idea, Yata says.

Simply releasing is one thing, but outright spraying all over is a different meaning, isn’t it?

“Ah, unfair, I want to too!”

Misago joins in the flow.

A glance shifts.

“Me too!”

Hachikuma declares.

“Then me too…”

Tsumugi joins with a mischievous smile.

“Then…”

Suzume timidly follows.

“Yes!”

Kotori continues cheerfully.

“‘Please, please'”

They all lower their hands in perfect timing, like a classic comedy bit.

“Ugh, really…”

Kiyora lets out a complicated tone.

“So, the volunteers, line up.”

Yata instructs, resettling into a seiza sitting position. Is he really going to do this?

The group emerges from the bathtub, and I can’t help but want to interject.

“Well, gently, okay?”

Gestures indicate the area below the neck.

Surely not from the head.

Meanwhile, the group of naked beauties sit in a circle around me, waiting.

(What a sight…)

Surrounded by these naked beauties, waiting for my urine to be sprayed on them. It’s a scene I never could have imagined.

“Shall I pull it out first?”

Yata sticks out his tongue, mouth open mischievously.

“I’ll release inside, so hold on to it.”

Seems today is still Yata’s day. Wanting to satisfy him fully, maybe even impregnate him.

“Tch.”

A red-faced Yata grins awkwardly.

“I’m releasing.”

“Here it comes.”

At those words, everyone braces themselves, eyes and mouths closed, though their smiling expressions are still visible around the edges.

Urged on by the mischievous grin.

(Is this okay? I’m releasing now? Sorry about this.)

Apologizing inwardly, I release.

Afterword:
Kiyora: “Thank you very much.”
Yata: “We just did as we pleased, no need to worry about it.”

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Chapter 145: Side Story – After Marking

“Phew………………”

After finishing a session with an unusual tension inside, I take a deep breath. In front of me are my wives, completely drenched in my urine.

Of course, the distinct smell of ammonia lingers, forcing me to fully realize what I’ve just done.

A mix of accomplishment, domination, guilt, and many other indescribable emotions swirls within me.

“I’ll rinse you off lightly, so keep your eyes closed.”

Saying that, I grab the nearby shower and rinse them off with warm water.

“All right, you’re all clean now.”

Everyone opens their eyes.

“You could’ve let us enjoy that a little longer, you know?”

Yata-chan grins mischievously.

What’s with that as a first comment?

“I think things like this are better in moderation, don’t you?”

It’s really just that I didn’t have the guts for this kind of play.

“It’s easier to wash off than cloudy fluids though, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Some of them are nodding in agreement. It’s true that washing off that is a lot more work.

“If I’m going to go all-out with my preferences, I think it’s better to do it when it’s just the two of us, not with everyone around.”

“Well, that’s fair.”

“Was there even anything to hide in the first place?”

Misago tilts her head.

And just like that, everyone nods in agreement. What’s with this strange sense of unity?

“Well, this kind of marking play is about making ownership clear, after all…”

“After all?”

“All of us belong to you, so don’t you dare abandon us, okay?”

“I won’t abandon you!”

Why is that even a possible option?

I firmly declared my answer, as if to say “what are you talking about now?” Hearing my response, Yata-chan gave a satisfied “gotcha” kind of smile.

Everyone started clapping, as if to say, “We got his word—good job!”

Did they want me to show some possessiveness?

Women are complicated… I’ll just mumble that to myself in my head.

“Well then, setting that aside, it’s prep time. I’ll go ahead and prepare for what’s next, so I’ll leave the rest to you.”

Saying that, Yata-chan leaves the bath on her own.

With that as a signal, everyone’s gazes sharpened.

“Well, go easy on me, please.”

With no way to escape, I resigned myself to what was coming today.

Just like the other day, they swarmed me.

I was charged up to the point of bursting.

It turns out Tsumugi-san has some seriously dangerous techniques.

She wasn’t acting as an elder just for show.

~Postscript

The last time I fully embraced the situation, I got smacked around. This time, it seems the roles for the commentary have swapped, which is personally pretty funny to me.

Yesterday morning, I got a rare text-based review and was dancing with joy, only for it to disappear almost immediately.

As far as I’m concerned, even something like that counts as praise, so don’t hold back.