In a World Where Chastity is Reversed, I Ended Up Working as a Hot Spring Attendant - Chapter 160

Chapter 160: Side Story – Jade Song and Ruri (Ruri’s Perspective)

Somewhere in a soundproof apartment in the city.

Inside a wooden-floored studio, crammed with a ridiculously robust PC glowing in seven colors and electronic instruments connected to it, a young girl? sat groaning while listening to loud music.

Since this was her own room, she seemed at ease, wearing no makeup and dressed in a jersey serving as pajamas. Her long, waist-length hair, a deep shade of azure, was tied haphazardly into a single bundle, bangs included. A cooling gel sheet was stuck on her forehead—not because she had a cold, but as a precaution against overheating during intense mental labor like composing music.

At first glance, her appearance might seem disappointing. However, perhaps because of her naturally good looks, even the visible parts of her face suggested she was quite beautiful.

“Ugh!”

Stretching during a break from work, she let out a groan. She was composing in her home studio, but her creativity wasn’t flowing well.

Ping!

Her phone chimed with a notification. A message? From Yata-obāsama?

That was rare, as she hadn’t been active lately.

“I’m sending you some stuff. Handle the lyrics, arrangements, sheet music, and even the release. Take care of everything.”

Ping!

Curious, she opened the attached audio file without much thought.

“Ah…”

She let out an odd sound.

The unique low voice reverberated deeply. The sound quality, being in an uncompressed audio file, was remarkable. A compressed file could never have this level of impact. Although outside the typical audible range, professionals like her could hear it clearly.

“A man?!”

It was rare to find a man who could sing.

Or rather…

“I’m… wet.”

For someone not used to men, this situation called for either a pad or diapers.

“What the heck was that?!”

After finishing the track, she instinctively contacted the sender.

“Misago found a new guy. His name is Hisui. He’s classified as Marebito, so he can’t sing our songs. This one’s from your hometown and free to use copyright-wise, as long as there are no overlaps.”

“Is that okay?!”

To her, it seemed like a gold mine.

“Just make sure to put his name under composer, at the very least. Hisui as is sounds plain, though…”

“How about ‘Jadeite,’ the English word for hard jade? Or maybe ‘Nephrite’ for soft jade? What about the bird name ‘Kingfisher’?”

“Jadeite suits him since he’s hard. Wait, is there no ‘Kingfisher’?”

“Then Kingfisher it is. What about the profit split if it sells?”

Ignoring the subtle innuendo, they continued the conversation.

“The usual rates. We’ll sort the details later. For now, just charge whatever expenses you incur. You’ll recoup them instantly.”

Just as promised, the potential income from the song’s patents alone meant she couldn’t lose.

“Got it!”

The moment she sent her enthusiastic reply, she received a flood of enormous files, each spanning hours. Uncompressed files were hefty.

“Thanks in advance.”

For a moment, she felt daunted, regretting the sheer volume of work. But knowing that hesitation could mean missing out on fortune, she decided to seize the opportunity with everything she had.

Though automation with AI could handle urgent tasks, the results often lacked depth. She prided herself on her almost entirely manual process, which was her selling point.

First, she decided to listen.

…Not to specify, but she was utterly soaked.

“The stable low tones unique to men, combined with excellent lyrics, made me insanely wet. This is too good. Who is he?”

“Currently, he’s our husband.”

“Congratulations! When’s the wedding?”

Apparently, he was already registered with several people. Talk about fast moves.

“We’ll plan once we’ve prepped and considered his condition. Feel free to woo him yourself.”

“I’ll decide after seeing him in person.”

Although his voice alone was enough to sway her, it was a bit soon to decide.

“By the way, he claims to be an amateur singer and says his songs aren’t fit for public ears.”

For someone who could sing like that, what was he even talking about?

“He has no idea of his own value. We’re lucky to have found him.”

“Exactly.”

“To properly work on this, I need to meet him. Can you book me a room?”

It was clear the music in his head, unrecorded and unperformed, was essential for the project. She needed to hear it all.

“Sure. I’ll get you a nice room with a family discount.”

“Thanks!”

Thinking about how relaxing it would be to spend time in a tatami room, she found herself laughing when she ended up in a soundproof karaoke room used as a guest room.

Not that she minded—it was perfect for making noise without worrying!

~Postscript

Birds with beautiful calls tend to excel at singing or playing instruments.

Ruri is a pro who can handle everything, from lyrics and composition to singing and releasing songs. At 28 years old, single, and living in a city apartment, she’s at the peak of her career, seasoned and influential.

Bird species like thrushes, sparrows, swallows, and shrikes are particularly skilled in music.

Yata, whose motif is a crow, has a deeper voice when singing. Larger bird motifs often result in lower tones.

Ruri’s motif is the blue-and-white flycatcher. Her long, deep blue hair is striking. When composing, she ties it up messily. Her hairstyle changes daily based on her mood. While she looks stunning with makeup, she’s already naturally beautiful.

Her makeup routine consists of lotion, cream, lipstick, and a touch of blush—simple yet effective.