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

Chapter 173: Extra – Relationship With the Escorts

Suu suu, haa haa.

Following the rhythm, I take two shallow breaths in and two shallow breaths out.

The key is to keep this breathing rhythm steady. As long as I can control my breathing, I can last longer than expected, as long as it stays within the range of aerobic exercise.

Right now, to make up for my lack of exercise, I’m jogging with Hachikuma-san leading the escort group.

Indoor workouts and nighttime activities alone aren’t enough. They tend to focus on specific parts of the body, so we rotate various exercise methods to train the whole body evenly.

“De de de de de-de, de-de de-de♪”

I hear a rhythm that sounds vaguely familiar. Isn’t this what soldiers sing when they run? Was it called a military cadence?

Could it be from Mega Dra Wars?

Or maybe Famicom? I can’t rule out the possibility of it being from Greedy Cactus either.

“De de de de-de, de-de de-de de-de♪”

Is this some crazy simulator?

No, it’s probably the original source—fully armored, full-metal jacket style.

It reminds me of all those crude jokes unique to military groups, like comparing rifles and cannons.

“What are the lyrics to that song?”

I instinctively ask Hachikuma-san, who’s running beside me.

“It’s Kamicon Wars. This is some crazy simulator.”

Close, but slightly off. So, it’s not from the card company either. Well, considering we’re in a different world, it makes sense that the same things wouldn’t exist.

“What the hell is that?”

I reply with a wry smile. Even in this world, the console wars must have been chaotic.

“In the JSDF, it’s just ‘one, two, one, two, one, two, three, four, sore sore,’ so this one has a better rhythm.”

Hakuto-san chimes in.

In my old world, I think the girls’ volleyball team at school used to chant something similar. Was that also a military cadence? I can already hear the complaints from certain people about the “sound of marching boots.”

“The U.S. military’s original version is basically nothing but dirty jokes, so this version is just right for public use.”

Ojiro-san adds.

“Besides, we’d rather not advertise that we’re from the JSDF too much. Using something only professionals would recognize isn’t ideal.”

Hachikuma-san concludes.

They’re really in sync.

“Makes sense.”

By the way, right now, with Hachikuma-san leading, the escort group is running alongside me, forming a procession of about ten people.

I couldn’t help but comment on how exaggerated it seemed, but they shot back that it was actually a small number.

“We’re almost done, so let’s push through to the end.”

After running for a while, I reached my limit, so I slowed down. Since it was the final stretch, I forced myself to pick up the pace and finished the planned course. It was obvious that I still wasn’t in good enough shape.

I was drenched in sweat, and my legs were shaking.

Will the muscle pain hit me tomorrow?

In military style, sitting or lying down now would be uncool, so I do my best to stay standing while catching my breath.

Sweat drips down, so I instinctively lift the hem of my shirt and roughly wipe it off.

“Good work.”

Hachikuma-san offers words of encouragement, but, as expected, her breathing isn’t even slightly disturbed.

On the other hand, the people behind her…

Their breathing is ragged, and their eyes are gleaming intensely.

Just a moment ago, they looked like they were keeping up just fine…?

Oh, could it be…?

“Do you guys want a reward, like a hug?”

Their dreamy, entranced expressions suddenly sharpen, their eyes gleaming like predators.

Wow, those are some carnivorous looks. If I wasn’t used to it, I’d probably be scared. I observe the scene like it’s someone else’s problem.

“Are you sure?”

Ojiro-san looks a little uncertain. The fact that she’s not completely overtaken by lust proves her self-control.

But she still hasn’t fully figured out my personality.

Hachikuma-san is standing with her arms crossed in the background, looking like a composed girlfriend. She must be pretty used to this by now.

Hakuto-san silently claps his hands in excitement. His adaptability is high, huh?

“Well, go ahead.”

I open my arms.

“Then, excuse me.”

Hakuto-san is the first to smoothly slide into my arms—so fast.

Even though we’re both sweaty and sticky, she doesn’t hesitate at all. That kind of boldness is impressive. At least she’s not complaining about any smell, which is a relief.

Despite being big and muscular, she’s surprisingly soft and smells nice.

Suu… haa…

She takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly.

That’s some really deep breathing.

“Phew. Thank you.”

With a satisfied look, as if she had thoroughly enjoyed herself, she steps away.

“Alright, my turn.”

Ojiro-san follows.

“Go ahead.”

I smile and open my arms.

And so, I ended up hugging everyone who had run with me.

“Next is the bath, right? Want to go in together?”

Drip.

I shift my gaze to the sound of water.

A red droplet falls.

Looks like someone got too excited—his nosebleed is dripping.

“Medic!”

“MEDIIIIIIC!”

And so, things got a little chaotic.

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Chapter 174: Extra – Terminology Explanation: Kamicom Wars

Kamicom Wars, also known as a “God Game.”

A game where you control the battlefield from a god’s perspective, manipulating the weather and various elements to create total chaos—no, to control the battlefield.

Hisui, being old-fashioned, imagined a simpler version. But as the series progressed, things became pretty extreme.

The AI engine for weather is well-developed. For example, heavy rain upstream causes flooding and mud, washing away encampments. The humidity spoils combat rations, soldiers can’t take off their shoes, leading to rampant athlete’s foot. Dense trenches spark a pandemic of Iberian flu. You can keep playing endlessly from the god’s perspective.

It might be somewhat similar to Civilization, but the focus is strictly on the battlefield. Even after returning home, the battlefield continues.

You can even make the pacifist Gandhi overflow and turn into Nuclear Gandhi.

This engine is so advanced that it’s questionable whether it’s even a game anymore. It can function as a global-scale simulator. There are some strange ways to play, but that’s part of the aesthetic.

Women are generally just background soldiers on the battlefield, but there are also a few men present under the guise of comfort and morale support. If set around World War I, the number of men is slightly lower, but it’s not as extreme as in the modern era within the story.

If you lose, you’re captured as a prisoner and subjected to defeat-based sexual humiliation. If you win, you get praised as a reward.

Although just flavor text, the game includes voice lines that fuel plenty of fantasies.

With its bold mechanics, it took the world by storm.

The commercial song goes:

“Kamicom Wars is coming out!♪ x2 This is one hell of a simulator!♪ x2 You’ll get addicted!♪ x2 You’ll get obsessed!♪ x2 Service fully loaded!♪ x2 Don’t tell the big shots!♪ x2”

Sing it to the rhythm of a Full Metal military cadence.

The final line was a half-hearted attempt to cover their bases, but the game still caused controversy.

In the era of the internet, the physical copies were produced in limited quantities, and the unofficial patch that followed became a rare collector’s item.

By itself, the software isn’t actually that extreme.

It bypassed Sofurin’s (Software Ethics Organization) checks as a standalone game. After release, an anonymously distributed unofficial patch—suspiciously large in file size—unlocked the game’s full potential. The patch wasn’t included in any automatic updates, meaning players had to deliberately seek it out.

Originally, the game only had brief flavor text and a few short voice lines. But after applying the patch, players got detailed silhouette CGs that fueled their imaginations and full voice acting that was strangely high-quality.

Examples of voice lines include:

“I can’t take it anymore…” “It’s coming off…” “Nothing’s coming out…” “Sniffle sniffle…” “Sob sob…” “Help me…”

As you can see, the interrogation voices for captured prisoners were strangely extensive.

Of course, prisoner torture is generally forbidden under the Geneva Conventions and the Male Protection Act, so this is just a game.

The victory reward voices were lighthearted and simple, with lines like “We won, we won! Not bad! Want a reward?” But the voices for losing were oddly drawn out and immersive.

This legendary software utterly shattered the kinks of ladies everywhere, becoming a defining moment in the “put bratty boys in their place” genre.

Still, at best, it’s around R15 and only mildly erotic. It’s not a hardcore R18 mess of fluids and mind-breaking.

But since it kept things mild, it managed to stay in general circulation, resulting in a widespread and unexpected wave of “awakened” victims—or should I say, infected individuals.

Hisui, who knew nothing about this, just assumed it was a normal, wholesome game and let it slide. Though, in hindsight, maybe there were some hidden implications.

Even if people found out, Hisui would probably just shrug and say, “Well, if you’re having fun, go ahead?” with open arms, completely unfazed. Though there’s always a chance people would say, “This isn’t what I wanted.”

The voice acting wasn’t done by men but by an unknown voice actress named Uguisu and a random student named Mozu. The two of them voiced about ten characters between them but remained anonymous—hence the saying “The nightingale sings in the thicket.”

Even so, Mozu later ended up working in a job completely unrelated to this, despite having the talent for it. The only thing they used their voice-disguising skills for was acting as a decoy in special fraud investigations.

As for the patch’s engine, it was developed by a student named Yozora at the time. Her mother had developed the original game, but Yozora secretly tampered with her PC, overwriting permissions. Her mother discovered her antics but decided, “Well, if you’re going this far, might as well go all the way,” and let it slide—only for things to spiral out of control far beyond what she expected.

Well, you can imagine how that turned out.

People might wonder why someone as talented as Yozora ended up struggling in job hunting. But it was simply because, in a small act of rebellion, she never thought to use her mother’s connections. And, as with any field, black companies are everywhere—so if she ran into the wrong one, well, that was the end of the road.

By the way, while this whole thing caused a huge uproar, on a global scale, Hinomoto (Japan) is actually one of the most lenient countries when it comes to freedom of expression. The nation is a top exporter of erotic fiction and niche fetish fantasies.

It was just that certain people got mad specifically about the depictions of men suffering.

~Postscript

This is an original parody by the author and does not exist in real life.

If you didn’t get the references, I recommend looking up the “Famicom Wars” commercial, “Civilization 2’s Nuclear Gandhi,” and “Full Metal Jacket.”