In a World Where Chastity is Reversed, I Ended Up Working as a Hot Spring Attendant - Chapter 163-164

Chapter 163: After the Honeymoon

In the usual workplace, inside the semen and pathology lab, a world where I never feel any sex appeal before, now seemed truly colorful.

“La la la la la la la♪”

Since I was here anyway, I started messing around with the semen samples I had collected, and a tune came to my mind.

“La la la la la la la, la la la la la♪”

“You seem in high spirits, huh?”

After finishing the three-day honeymoon period, I returned to work, feeling so elated I could almost dance.

By the way, the lyrics of this song feel like a boring bet but in the sense of wanting to stay together forever, it’s a love song full of sweetness, probably composed by Hisui, and it really strikes a chord.

“Yeah, I’m overcharged like a battery.”

While here, I unconsciously stroke my lower abdomen. When you absorb semen, oxytocin, the happiness hormone, is secreted, which might be part of it, but this is just too dramatic, so it must be the satisfaction from the situation.

I might be jumping the gun a bit, but I wonder if I’m pregnant. It would be nice to have a cute baby. I daydream about what happens next, wondering if Hisui would be happy if I were pregnant. Including all these calculations, I’m in high spirits.

Even when my boss, Usagi, hears my humming, I’m unaffected.

“Well, that’s great to hear, though it seems like I don’t even need to ask, did it go well?”

“We messed around, I came a lot, got creampied, cuddled, slept together, and before I knew it, it was morning. We went at it again in the morning, had breakfast, he bought this for me, and I got showered with congratulations from my half-sisters. We went for a walk, played table tennis, and because we were sweaty, we stuck together in the big bath during mixed bathing, even starting to give little hugs to customers, then had dinner, then karaoke, ate again, and spent the night together again…”

Because I remember everything so clearly, my mouth runs off with details.

As proof, I show off the ring from Hisui hanging around my neck, making an ‘I’m the best’ face.

“Looks like you couldn’t be more satisfied… that’s great.”

Usagi seemed slightly fed up, having heard such a sweet, lovey-dovey story.

“Wow, it was even better than I imagined.”

I could live off this feeling for a while; the next honeymoon group is lined up, so the next exclusive day will be at least a month away, but there should be opportunities to do stuff under the guise of semen collection, so I’ll hold out for that.

If I can’t hold out, there’s also the right to do things during the free time in the day!

Well, considering there are many others thinking the same, it doesn’t seem like I can go too wild.

“Well, shall I hear more about it in detail now?”

It seems Usagi has some free time to listen.

“Will you get heartburn?”

Did he perhaps awaken to NTR?

No, women in harems don’t usually have NTR tendencies, as it would disrupt the smooth relationships, so it’s a necessary skill for any mature woman.

“Here, drink this to neutralize it.”

Gurgle.

Glug glug.

Usagi, with a slightly troubled face, pours very strong coffee from the coffee maker in the corner of the room. Well, it’s just right for an after-story chat, especially since this department is pretty idle.

I’ve already put the main semen sample in liquid nitrogen storage.

“Then, give me some too.”

“Sure.”

Usagi pours out what’s left of the very strong coffee from before into a container.

“Thank you.”

I thank him, take it, and take a sip of the extremely bitter coffee.

“So, from the beginning?”

I’ll try to recount everything I remember. The coffee in my hand was bitter, but situationally, it was quite sweet.

~Postscript

I was very satisfied with Tsuburi.

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Chapter 164: Learning from Tsuburi, Points of Attention in a Harem (From Usagi’s Perspective)

“Like, saying whether you’re going to do it or not seems stupid, just a virgin’s act, but when you actually do it, that’s just literally a small part, and it’s about how much you can look at each other, how much you can make each other happy, or about true feelings and true nature, that’s what it comes down to…”

“More psychological than I thought?”

“There’s pleasure, ecstasy, all sorts of things, and it all feels good, when you’re in there or hugging, it’s just the best, there’s no other way to describe it.”

“Still lost on me, the virgin side.”

I honestly admit, the wisdom of ignorance is important, I think.

“I was a virgin until just a few days ago, and it was easier than I thought to lose my virginity, which led to some strange confusion.”

“So, what advice does the all-knowing Tsuburi have for me, who’s just starting out?”

I humbly ask for guidance. At work, she’s my junior, but in terms of marriage, she’s the senior, so it’s not like I can act all high and mighty now.

“It’s not painful, not difficult, within reason, do as you like, that man has a surprisingly high tolerance, he doesn’t seem to get angry, and even if you’re like a dead fish, he’ll see it through to the end, so there’s no point in being tense about it.”

“Quite reassuring?”

“Really reassuring, there’s no violence in Mr. Hisui, and for personal grooming like hair or makeup, you can leave it to the inn staff, clothes are just a yukata anyway, so if you want to be fashionable, it’s just underwear or swimwear, the best personal grooming is building a body you’re not ashamed to show naked.”

She pokes at my side, which I’m somewhat conscious about. I’m a bit off guard.

“Exercise then, should I lose weight?”

It feels harder than makeup, I unconsciously tense my stomach to see.

“The current main wives are Misago and Hachikuma, and there are reservations for Hakuto-nee and Ojironee, so weight doesn’t matter, that group is quite muscular and heavy, so rather than worrying about weight, focus on building muscle to lift your sagging butt or breasts, that would make him happy.”

“As expected from someone with experience…”

By the way, this is how I am, Tsuburi lifts her shirt to show her stomach, a beautiful vertical navel, even from the same sex, it looks impressive.

“On the other hand, for pregnancy, you need some extra fat for the mother’s health, so go easy on diet restrictions and focus on tightening up with exercise?”

“That makes sense…”

It was a sound argument.

“From running, maybe?”

“Oh, and also…”

“Hmm?”

“We, the so-called Bird Team, have quite a number and scale of half-siblings, so don’t be surprised by whoever is at the inn.”

“That many?”

Tsuburi nods seriously.

“Seriously.”

I thought it might be a jest, but her eyes were serious.

“Specifically?”

“Among the older generation, it’s natural for Dr. Toki to be there, now you might find Ruri here, or even from the royalty like Sekirei or Kiseki.”

“Are they allowed here?”

I swallowed the rest of my words, like in such a remote place?

Ruri is so famous in the music industry, no one doesn’t know her, a talent who can do everything from songwriting, composing, to arranging and releasing.

As for royalty, no explanation is needed. Indeed, their names are bird-related.

“It’s supposed to be low-key, so act like you don’t care too much while maintaining a polite distance?”

Tsuburi says off the record, holding up her index finger, privacy is important after all.

“I see, I don’t get it…”

“With the Chief of Staff, Fukurou, or Prime Minister Isagi, you can feel safe if they’re here? They’re the top bosses in the hierarchy, but they don’t give direct orders.”

“True, when it comes to national civil servants, but what about family connections?”

“That’s how it is, well, if you don’t use these connections, they’re just slightly more familiar acquaintances.”

Can you really brush it off so lightly?

“Do they come often?”

“Back when Amber Grandpa was alive, they came quite often, I even have memories of playing together as kids.”

It was an unexpectedly close, yet distant world.

“They might be targeted by new business types…”

“If you target the main family, you’ll get kicked by someone like Yata Grandma or Tsumugi, so they aim for the branches, people like me or Usagi, who aren’t as closely connected.”

“That’s scary.”

“Since Amber Grandpa passed away, there’s been less movement, but with Mr. Hisui coming out, there might be some activity again, could get noisy.”

“That’s something…”

I swallowed saying it has nothing to do with me. You can’t feel like a participant until you’re actually targeted.

“There were talks of disowning people who were introduced, recommended by someone, and caused trouble, so be careful.”

“It’s more ruthless than I thought?”

“When everything is fully booked for both stay and proposals, they might only accept referrals from main wives, and then if the referred person messes up, there’s joint responsibility, which is scary.”

“Ugh…”

“Well, it’s been a while since Amber Grandpa passed away, so everything I know is from hearsay, from before I was even conscious.”

“It’s more ruthless than I thought…”

“The man at the center is heavily filtered, creating an eye of the storm, calm for him, but the outskirts can be quite a battlefield among women, that’s what I’ve heard from my parents.”

“That’s true…”

“Between sisters, if they’re main wives, they support each other, but if outsiders come in asking for introductions, it can get tense, so keep that in mind.”

Maybe it’s a good thing I’ve had fewer friends lately, why here of all places?

Because of the half-scholarship I used when I went to university, the so-called ‘Amber Fund’, which partially forgives debt if you work here, many of my city friends naturally disappeared after moving.

“Should we hide it like a big lottery win?”

“Pretty much, you can share to some extent on a day-to-day or shift basis, but if there are too many, the exclusive periods, or shares, decrease, so while we can’t stop the increase of main wives, the consensus is to take it slow.”

“Exactly…”

Even when sharing, you’d want to be satisfied to some degree yourself first.

“But if you’re going to recommend family, the sooner, the better.”

“Right…”

“Ultimately, it’s up to Mr. Hisui, if he gets used to seeing us naked and loses interest with age, that would be the end.”

“Let’s not think about that.”

“If a man is monopolized like a sewing needle, women will criticize, and the man will get bored, so increasing the number of wives is important to prevent that, and I think the central figures like Yata Grandma are moving with that in mind, so we don’t need to worry too much, but it’s ultimately up to Mr. Hisui.”

“You can’t force it.”

“You can’t manipulate a man’s free will.”

“Well, let’s think about it after my honeymoon.”

“That’s the idea.”

With that mundane conclusion, we both laughed, at least for now, this place was peaceful.

~Postscript

Sewing needle, meaning sticking to the same place or hole.

It might be earnest and devoted, but here, monopolization isn’t praised.

Amber Fund, one of the uses for the leftover money, part of social contribution and tax strategy. It’s distributed not just to family but widely, yet due to the size of the principal, interest rates, and dividends, it doesn’t seem to decrease.