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

Chapter 169: Suzume’s First Day – Rescue Route

Somehow, the atmosphere that felt like it could explode at any moment seemed to have vanished.

In a room where the futon had been laid out for just Suzume and me. On top of that futon, with the tension slightly eased, I felt like I had safely navigated through a tough spot, and I let out a small sigh of relief, relaxing my shoulders.

As I moved, my gaze naturally drifted downward, to the glimpses of smooth skin and underwear beneath the disheveled yukata, which drew my eyes incredibly.

In the end, I can do whatever I want with this, right…?

Even before making a move, I was overcome with strange emotions.

So, how should I proceed tonight?

“But, is this really that good?”

Suzume, perhaps following my gaze, pointed to her breasts with a puzzled look. Her skin was so white it looked like no one had ever touched it, and though large, her breasts didn’t sag, adorned with impressive chest armor.

“Even if I say it modestly, I think they’re the best?”

If told to worship, I’d consider them worthy of worship.

“They’re just heavy, though.”

Suzume showed how heavy they were by crossing her arms under her breasts, lifting them slightly. The shape of her breasts changed under the pressure, the center rose, emphasizing various aspects.

“They’re filled with dreams and hopes.”

“They’re just fat, right?”

“If you put it that way, humans are mostly water and amino acids, so what’s new?”

I pictured the alchemist listing out the substances that make up a human.

“There’s no demand for them, you know?”

Even though she’s beautiful, her low self-esteem is troubling.

“At least, right now, here, there’s demand from me?”

Does praising someone to death actually work?

It’s not flattery, but if I could call it flattery, I wouldn’t have struggled so much over there.

Now, it’s okay to openly admit I’m a breast enthusiast; I think I’ve said that before.

Big or small, they’re good, but there are particularly good ones.

However, being able to bring up such a topic means I’ve become pretty bold.

“Then, please do as you like…”

Slowly, her crossed arms uncross, and her guard goes down.

The previously crossed arms were a sign of defense, so I waited politely.

As soon as they fully lowered, I was ready to jump like a dog released from a “wait” command…

“But, I want to say that! I’m still a bit scared, so I’ll call for rescue!”

Just before her guard completely dropped, she said something unexpected with some force.

“I knew it would come to this!”

With a thud and a satisfying sound, the sliding door was opened wide, and Tsubame appeared almost immediately, without any waiting time.

She looked somewhat proud, her face slightly red with what might be embarrassment…

“Um, where were you?”

At least, I had to make that comment.

“In the next room, listening in on this side, having a drinking party with everyone, discussing embarrassing first-time stories.”

Oh, that sounds fun.

Her red face was more from alcohol than embarrassment.

“You’re not hiding, huh?”

I couldn’t help but laugh.

When it’s this open, it’s refreshing in a way.

“Well, isn’t it fine? Both I and everyone else will be embraced by you sooner or later.”

She didn’t seem bothered at all; honestly, with that attitude, I can let my guard down.

“Well, I guess so?”

“Alright, let’s not sweat the small stuff…”

“Ah… no…”

“You don’t hate it, do you?”

A scene like a yuri session, like slugs mating, appeared between the two naked beauties.

But, they’re both beautiful.

In this setup, am I like the guy sandwiched between two yuri lovers?

While watching their activities up close, I thought about that.

Tsubame’s touch was so skilled; with each grab and stroke, Suzume’s body bounced, and she let out moans.

That skill must be because they’re of the same sex, but it’s educational…

I felt like I was being shown a demonstration.

If Tsubame were a man, I’d probably feel like I was being cuckolded and wouldn’t have enjoyed it, but in a world with almost no men, I was saved.

So,

“We’re ready! Here you go!”

Tsubame, with a smile like she had just finished a task, beckoned me.

Suzume appeared, looking completely prepared and messy.

“Wow… amazing…”

I couldn’t help but exclaim.

Her legs spread in an M-shape (she is probably using some lubricant). Her pussy flesh was visible; she spread her legs wide like she’s ready for an inspection.

“Come on, beg for it?”

“Please, take care of me, fill me up inside.”

As a final invitation, Suzume urged me. With the visual information alone, I was fully operational; I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Then, excuse me.”

“Hyaaah!”

Suzume’s moan echoed.

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Chapter 170: Suzume, the Morning After the Night

“But, it seemed like she had quite a serious trauma. Is it okay to just force it like this?”

Everyone tilted their heads upon hearing that.

Currently, it’s dinner time, and today we’re celebrating Suzume’s loss of virginity, with all the usual members gathered, and somehow alcohol is involved.

“It’s from 20 years ago, so the healing period is over. After that, it’s fine to make her walk, even if it’s by force, right?”

Yata-chan gave a reply that seemed to suggest there was no need to worry.

“Well, it is an old wound.”

That’s true.

“Even Gra-la will stand up and walk.”

Misago said, though it’s slightly off, I think he’s talking about the Swiss mercenary grandfather from the Alps.

“From our perspective versus yours, if you were injured by a woman you don’t know, would you think all women are like that?”

“If it were that, no.”

It probably depends on the severity of the injury.

In their world, wounds from women were basically treated like medals, but domestic violence where a husband lost to his wife was considered a man’s shame and was hidden away.

Even if you called the police, they wouldn’t get involved, treating it as a private matter…

“Right?”

“Furthermore, if you think about it without considering social status like being a man…”

Tsubame continued.

“Getting attacked by a puppy or a Chihuahua and hating dogs for life would be pretty silly, right?”

Yata-chan took over at the end of the sentence.

“That’s true.”

Without political considerations, it seems male treatment is slightly lower than female.

With many muscular girls around, led by Hachikuma, women are probably considered stronger.

“What if, when you were young, while trying to ride a bike without training wheels for the first time, a stranger pushed you, causing a pretty bad injury?”

That would be quite fatal, I think.

“That would be pretty scary, wouldn’t it?”

“But even then, saying you’ll never ride a bike again! would be quite silly, right?”

Probably, in this world, gender roles are reversed, so there’s no time or right for men to be all whiny about women, like the tough American feminists’ logic.

I understand the sentiment where men are supposed to be shields for women, like in the “Men’s Academy,” but when genders are reversed, it feels very uncomfortable.

Over there, if a wife says, “Your husband died? That’s tough, do you need survivor benefits?” but to the husband, it’s, “Your wife died? Oh well, keep working, no survivor benefits for you?” Here, it seems women are tougher.

So, the period of being considerate is almost over, huh?

Or rather, with the reversal of gender values, even a girl’s injury might be seen as adding to her status.

“Bikes are useful, after all…”

I answered, feeling exhausted by the difference in world norms.

“Basically, that’s it, right?”

Warm, sympathetic looks were directed at me from everyone.

“Ultimately, if you said it would be better not to do it, even harsh treatment would be better than not, right?”

Tsubame interjected, trying to suppress her laughter.

“She got more attached than I thought, huh?”

Misago laughed.

Everyone laughed, “wahaha.”

Even though she was clothed and not inside, in a seated position facing each other, I patted Suzume’s back who was clinging to me without moving.

We toasted “Congratulations,” and after taking a sip, she seemed to faint quite easily, clinging like a koala and going still.

When she woke up, she moved around a bit, creating some distance, then kissed me, gave a smug smile, and hugged me again, returning to her original position.

Despite the initial issues, it seemed like she had properly fallen for or grown attached to me.

“By the way, Suzume-chan is bad at being spoiled and is quite starved for affection, so this is kind of a rebound. Make sure to satisfy her properly, okay?”

Indeed, Hachikuma, who acts like an older sister, was always out, and Misago treats her like a sister, while Tsubame is more like a sister-in-law, and as you can see from the greeting, she seems very serious, like a commander, probably with a heavy workload, so it makes sense.

“Is it okay to prioritize her?”

“In return, I’ll ask for this on the last day, okay?”

With a mischievous smile, Tsubame made a sound placing down a one-liter bottle filled with amber liquid.

It was that expensive stuff sold at the store, the raw liquid from a snake wine with a pit viper inside.

It must have aged for a long time because the snake inside had lost its color, turning completely white, with no visible pattern.

“It’ll turn your hair into a sticky, stiff mess, you know?”

Is that part of the aftercare, washing the hair?

For girls, letting someone touch their hair is quite a special treatment, apparently.

“Oh, that’s fine. Sticky, stiff hair as part of a relationship without any romantic involvement, I think that’s beautiful.”

With Tsubame’s strong argument, Yata-chan nodded in agreement. They’re mother and daughter, after all, sharing similar values.

“In my case, I can leave hydration to Suzume-chan, so it’s rather reassuring.”

“Speaking of which, there was no backup when it was your time, Yata-chan.”