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

Chapter 179: Corpses Piled Up

“Phew…”

I can’t help but let out a rough breath.

In the hot water, with Ojiro-san and Hakuto-san, the two of them together, rubbing and scrubbing, grappling and tumbling.

I barely won.

Or did I win?

If anything, I think losing might have been more fun…

Both of them are skilled, but not exactly tailored for guys. It feels like they’d be even more amazing with another girl, that kind of touch.

Just being touched sends shivers through me, but that part hasn’t been fully developed yet, you see.

Even if they slide along my inner thigh or twirl my nipples, it just leaves me flustered.

Plus, both of them never go for the main event, so they’re probably just playing around.

To begin with, that stuff is just foreplay. As a guy, it gets me worked up and thickens the white juice, but without stimulating the main rod, I can’t shoot. So basically, I almost never lose in that state.

Back when I was a virgin, I might’ve blown just from getting excited, but I’m somewhat used to it now. And since I let it out every day, it’s not like it’s built up too much.

So, with that vibe, I’m thinking, “What’s the point of winning? Just enjoy it, isn’t it a waste otherwise?” Meanwhile, both of them seem satisfied and slump down.

The subordinates on the opposite shore—are they overheated? They’re all sprawled out limp.

“It’s lukewarm water, but it’s like a pile of corpses, huh…”

I couldn’t help muttering that.

“With that going on right in front of them, of course their brains would fry from jealousy and fantasies.”

Ojiro-san mutters thoughtfully, and I get it.

“It’s like a deadly drug, isn’t it…”

Hakuto-san says with a wry smile.

“Well, don’t worry about it~”

Hakuto-san waves her hand lightly, replying in a casual tone.

“The subordinates’ stuff is our job, after all.”

The two of them wiggle their fingers, smiling meaningfully. They seem pretty experienced.

“By the way, who’s up tonight?”

Ojiro-san asks, looking at me with a hint of expectation in her eyes.

“It’s Tsumugi-san and Suzume-chan as a tag team. Since it’s the last day, they want to throw in some snake liquor and make it a sloppy mess or something.”

“Then letting it out now would be a bad idea, huh.”

Hakuto-san, who’d been clinging to me, pulls away a bit as she says that.

“There’s still some from this afternoon, though?”

It’s rock hard, though?

“No, they’d definitely notice it’s weaker.”

“I don’t want to go against Tsumugi-neesan—or rather, I don’t want to get in her way.”

Tsumugi-san seems to rank pretty high among that group.

The distance widens like the tide pulling back.

By the way, that kind of sneaky retreat stirs up some sadistic urges.

I hug Ojiro-san, who’s still within pouncing range, and press my lips to hers.

Chu

Slurp slurp

Lick lick

She flails for a moment but calms down quickly, so I slowly entwine my tongue with hers.

Chupon

The moment we part slowly, a silver bridge of saliva stretches between us and snaps.

Ojiro-san’s face looks dazed.

“Nice~? What about me?”

Hakuto-san immediately pipes up, hugging me from behind.

Yes, yes, no need to say it—I press my lips to hers too.

“The rest is for next time, and we’ll take those girls’ share too!”

It’s a weird parting line, but it seems to work as a reservation for next time.

“By the way, your shares are with the main wife, right?”

I ask in a slightly hushed voice.

“Yes.”

“There’s no point in choosing anything else, right?”

Both of them reply in hushed tones, giving off a “we get it” vibe.

And so, two more officially join the ranks.

“What about the other girls?”

“For now, it’s their free will. If they step up after things settle down, I think it’s fine to accept them.”

“Then I’ll brace myself and get ready.”

For now, I just laugh it off.

Ojiro’s Perspective

“Well, maybe it was a bit of a waste?”

After Hisui-san and Hachikuma leave, I roughly tend to the limp subordinates, giving them water and such.

Leaving the subordinates behind, Hakuto and I buy cold strawberry milk from a vending machine outside. While cooling off the heat in our bodies on a bench, I can’t help but mutter.

“More than all that preparation, I’m just worried Tsumugi-nee might suck him dry with her limiter off from the booze.”

Hakuto-nee mutters with a slightly troubled look.

“She’ll be fine, right? With Granny Yata, he handled the liquor just fine, didn’t he?”

He apparently went at it all night, leaving a sticky, crusty mess of white juice.

“As you could tell from when she kicked that idiot, Tsumugi-nee’s pretty quick to fight. When it comes down to it, she’s the aggressive type…”

Or rather, from Hakuto-nee’s perspective, Tsumugi-nee’s treated as quite a powerhouse.

I’m just picking up on that vibe.

“What about Granny Yata?”

She does whatever she wants thanks to her age.

“Surprisingly, she’s more of a teasing type—starts off aggressive but wants to lose in the end. So unless he really screws up, it should be fine.”

As expected of a commander type, she really observes people well.

“I see…”