In a World Where Chastity is Reversed, I Ended Up Working as a Hot Spring Attendant - Chapter 147-148

Chapter 147: Casual Talk – The Day I Went Too Far with Morning Intimacy

I was tempted and seduced again.

I felt something snap.

After that, I don’t remember much.

During the act, I was told that the “-chan” honorific was unnecessary.

So, I chanted the name without it, as if talking in my sleep.

And the flow led to me also saying “I love you”.

Furthermore, I kept repeating “Get pregnant, get pregnant” while endlessly releasing inside…

Intimacy.

When I came to, it was already morning.

“If it wasn’t for me, you’d be dead, you know?”

We were so sticky with each other’s fluids that it was impossible to tell whose was whose. Our throats were parched.

We were utterly exhausted, with bite marks and bug bites all over our bodies.

We looked at each other and both gave a weary, spent smile.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized inadvertently.

“Nah, I just went overboard with the preparations, so don’t worry about it,” he replied, his voice hoarse, perhaps from dehydration or overuse.

I gulped down a 2-liter sports drink bottle that Yata had apparently prepared in the fridge, and the moment I took a sip of the next one, the taste disappeared, as if everything had vanished. Just how thirsty had we been…

“No doping for a while, eh?”

“Sounds good…”

It was a primal, animalistic encounter, with no pillow talk or lovey-dovey feelings.

“Alright, for the last day, let’s go at it tonight without doping or tricks,” Yata said with a strong laugh, sounding excited about the plan, despite having been half-dead just moments ago.

“Let’s take it easy, okay?” I said, struggling to stand up, my whole body aching.

My muscles were sore after the dehydration was over. I’ve been doing Misago’s workouts recently, but I still need more training.

My stomach growled, and as soon as I finished hydrating, it started complaining, demanding food.

“Well, shall we go get breakfast, or maybe lunch?”

It was rather late for breakfast, but perhaps a Nagoya cafe would still accept it as a ‘morning’ meal.

Yata casually reached out his hand, but I pulled it back.

“Let’s take a bath first and wash your hair and all that.”

The dried, sticky fluid was caked all over, even in his eyebrows and hair. Yata tried to fix his bedhead with a comb, but his fingers kept getting stuck.

We were in no state to be walking around in public.

“Let’s just have the food delivered.”

“Sounds good.”

Removing the dried, glue-like fluid from my hair and face was quite a chore.

“Ah, screw it, let’s just cut it off,” Yata suggested, but I calmed him down and washed it thoroughly instead.

“My lady, do you have any itchy spots?”

“Take care of me~”

I got carried away and ended up giving a full course treatment – shampoo, rinse, conditioner, towel drying, and blow drying. Long hair is beautiful, but maintaining it is a pain.

When I got out of the bath, the messy bedding was gone, and a meal was set out for us. They really took care of everything.

We finished the entire serving of rice between the two of us.

Unrelated, but later, the inn’s gift shop started selling those strange items, probably due to some kind of “seduction achievement” notification. Scary how our kinks become so exposed.

~Postscript

This finally seems to have started chipping away at Hisui’s distance.

Whenever someone tries to seduce with weird equipment, an “achievement unlocked” pops up and more items appear in the special corner. Scary how our fetishes get revealed like that.

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Chapter 148: Interlude – Yata’s Third Day: Yata’s Preferences and the Proper Way to Break Jade

“Well now, what should we do today?”

In the usual annex, Yata-chan smiled mischievously.

“Let’s keep it normal today, normal.”

What happened yesterday was troubling even from the guy’s perspective.

“Normal, huh…”

As she said that, Yata-chan took my hand.

But that wasn’t all. She shifted her grip, tickled my palm, stroked my fingertips, slowly entwined her fingers with mine, and increased the skin-to-skin contact.

Gradually, our hands became damp with sweat.

Chuu, nn…

Before I realized it, our lips were pressed together.

My attention was focused on my fingertips, so it was a complete surprise. Then she pulled away.

Chuu, nn…

Once more, our lips met.

This time, her tongue came out and entwined with mine.

Wet sounds echoed as the kiss deepened.

Dokun dokun dokun dokun

Without any tricks, I was drained from deep within.

“How was that? Impressive, right?” she asked smugly.

“It felt good, but your technique was so efficient that I don’t even know what happened.”

If she asked me to imitate it, I’d be at a loss.

“I haven’t lived this long for nothing, you know?”

Indeed, the difference in experience was undeniable.

“And the biggest problem is…” she trailed off, looking slightly dissatisfied.

“What’s the problem?”

“Something like this, one-sided as it is, falls more into the realm of extraction, doesn’t it? It’s not exactly what you’d call sex, right?”

True enough, this time, I was entirely passive.

“Entwining our fingers gave it a bit of a loving vibe, didn’t it?”

Beyond that, though, I was just waiting, with everything running on autopilot until the finish.

I couldn’t even find an opening to take action. There was a sense of being a beginner unable to act during the other person’s turn.

“If you put it simply, releasing outside, receiving inside, or just touching each other would suffice for most. But true sex is communication—the ultimate expression of physical language, where you clash with your entire being: emotions, instincts, and even your inner self, exposing it all to collide and connect. Isn’t that what it’s all about?”

“You have a point.”

How many people in the world can actually reach that level is highly questionable.

Even in my previous world, it felt like something only the most disciplined, top-tier athletes might achieve.

“In that sense, you were great yesterday. You sought me out with your instincts laid bare, didn’t you?”

“I’m embarrassed to admit it.”

It was unexpectedly high praise. Still, letting instinct take over doesn’t feel very adult to me.

“That’s the point, isn’t it?”

“The point?”

“Don’t hold back with me. Don’t take a step back. Step forward and seek me out. I’m not saying you have to do this with everyone, but with me? Absolutely. As long as it’s not something that causes pain or suffering, I’ll take it all.”

I couldn’t help but think she was being unreasonable.

“Isn’t this a bit heavy for pillow talk?”

It seemed she wasn’t suggesting I stay silent.

“It’s necessary. With shy ones like Misago, being gentle and guiding them is important, but with me, Tsumugi, and Toki? You know enough, including the norms from your old world. You can be honest about how much of an anomaly you are here.”

“Anomaly, huh.”

She nodded.

“I thought I was blending in well enough.”

I believed I was adapting to the atmosphere and mood of the place and having fun.

“As long as you stay true to yourself, it’s fine. If you can handle being the target of pure, unfiltered desire from women and laugh it off as a perk, then there’s no problem.”

“Isn’t it actually a perk?”

I responded honestly. In a world where girls line up daily asking to bear your child, there’s no room for complaints.

I’m not some adolescent harem protagonist whining about being treated like a stud.

Yata-chan grinned mischievously.

“If that’s the case, then all is well. But you don’t ask for much yourself, do you?”

“I’m from a different world. As long as I can eat, sleep, and have someone to do it with, and as long as I can release white liquid, I have no complaints. If I couldn’t eat, sleep, or release white liquid, I’d have to start worrying.”

That’s how I honestly feel.

“Ahahaha!”

Yata-chan laughed heartily, clutching her stomach.

“Then we’re good, aren’t we?”

“No matter how much I’m drained, I won’t cry.”

We both burst out laughing.

“Shall we go for round two?”

“Let’s do our best.”

We had rested plenty.

While it wasn’t as wild as yesterday, I poured quite a lot into her.

“Yesterday, you went up to nine times without faltering, huh?”

She seemed much happier with the first round of the day.

“Who on earth would do something that monstrous?”

I have no recollection of it—or rather, I don’t remember at all.

When I was drunk and in a frenzy, there was no room to keep count. All I thought about was moving my hips and releasing inside.

“It was you.”

“Maybe I should start marking each round with tally marks using a marker next time.”

The context seemed to suggest a joking goal of double digits, but that’s just absurd.

“That might be a good idea.”

We both burst out laughing again.

The distance between us felt noticeably smaller.

“And finally, this, right?”

At the end, she brought out that familiar first-piercer kit.

“We’re really doing this?”

“If I weren’t serious, I wouldn’t have brought it here.”

As she said that, Yata began peeling away the packaging.

It seemed I had to prepare myself.

“Ready whenever you are.”

She gave a slightly tense go-ahead.

“Alright, here we go.”

Su-ha…

I took a deep breath to calm myself.

Snap!

With a surprisingly light sound, the needle pierced through my earlobe.

For a moment, through the spring-loaded mechanism, I could feel the needle cutting through skin and flesh.

When I cautiously opened my hand, a white-gold earring adorned with jade was neatly in place.

From the wound, a small amount of blood trickled down.

“Well, think of it as a substitute for deflowering.”

A red stain spread on the white sheet below.

“Doesn’t it hurt?”

“It does, but not unbearably so.”

There was even a sense of relief that it was over.

“What’s the point of going this far?”

“Every time you see this, you’ll remember today.”

She pointed at the earring, emphasizing it with a grin.

“Take responsibility for marking me and spend your life being stupidly in love with me.”

“Isn’t that more of a reward?”

Honestly, it felt like something to celebrate.

“Then there’s no problem!”

She laughed, calling it a meeting of aligned values. Indeed, she was right.

~Postscript

Before I knew it, we ended up having a surprisingly serious conversation.

Jade stone has a hardness of 7 and no cleavage, so you can’t just break it by hitting it.

Yata-chan was the only one who could “break” my strong rationality and reserved personality. This should soften my attitude toward everyone.

“So, yesterday turned out surprisingly well, but what was the one mistake?”

“The dehydration and hunger at the end. Next time, we need to keep snacks nearby.”

“Noted.”