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

Chapter 184: Off-Screen – Extra: Blending into the Dark, and the Everyday Life of Dangerous Types

Sitting in a sniper spot on a high ground along the coastline, where I could look around the area, I lazily watched the surroundings and listened to the sound of the waves.

The sound of the waves, unique to this region, mixed with the bell-like clinking of stones rolling with it—this alone was a normal part of daily life.

Tonight, with no moon in sight, I’d say it’s a quiet new moon night…

Wiiiiiiiiii

“This is Rabbit. I hear a strange sound. A wind-cutting noise characteristic of a silent motor and propeller.”

“This is Tarsier. Can’t confirm visually, it’s too dark, checking with infrared. Probably trying to use night camouflage. Sending coordinates, movement, and trajectory prediction data.”

“This is Beluga. Data confirmed. Ready.”

“This is Silver Fox. Looks like one of those traditional suspicious boats, huh?”

Judging from the water sound and the shape, it’s probably a light rubber boat or hovercraft, set up to land on the shore. Whether to blend into the darkness or from the start, it was pitch-black.

If we weren’t prepared, this kind of thing would’ve snuck in no problem.

If we’d been late, it would’ve been a nightmare. That much is obvious.

We’ve already installed sound collectors and infrared cameras all over the place, as a matter of course. This level of stealth operation was basically asking to be caught or sunk.

By the way, despite being a small rubber boat, it seemed to be going about 30 knots—around 55 km/h. Definitely too high spec to pass domestic inspection.

If we handed it over to the Coast Guard, they’d no doubt board it immediately and label it an illegal entry, then deport everyone.

I wonder what the fine would be?

Stuff like this, after nationality confirmation, gets the fine charged to the home country like ransom.

If they don’t admit or talk, they get thrown into forced labor for years.

The reason we label this a suspicious boat? It’s pitch-black, no headlights, packed with people in black clothes, moving in a moonless night. What else could it be?

If they were poachers, they’d wear diver suits and light up the underwater from below. Fishy yakuza types are obvious from a glance.

Anyway, we’ve got special authority to deal with these on sight, so we don’t even have to tell them apart.

The authority granted under “male protection” is far broader than you’d imagine. A single man is literally a national resource, strictly controlled.

Even fishing boats in this area now get treated as suspicious if they show up without notice.

A few kilometers around the Birdhouse Inn—where the country’s only S-class male lives—is an area that can’t allow even a hint of intruders.

“What do we do? Sink it?”

The answer’s already obvious, but I asked just to be sure.

“Go ahead and sink it. I’ll arrange for backup from the prefectural police on the shore and the Coast Guard at sea for retrieval.”

“Roger that. Let’s get it done.”

Not like I needed to be told. I was already ready to shoot down—no, sink it.

I took a quick breath, held it, and lowered my heart rate. For sniping, breathing, heartbeat, and all involuntary movements just get in the way.

Pash

A bullet fired through the suppressor hit exactly where I aimed—right at the front of the rubber boat in the scope.

Paan

The distance meant I couldn’t hear it, but in the scope, the rubber boat burst apart just like that.

“Hit. Nice shot.”

My spotter praised me honestly.

I waved my hand like, “Nah, no big deal.”

That kind of rupture? Cheap stuff.

If it had been real military gear, even if hit by a bullet, it would’ve just leaked air—not burst.

They must’ve forced a civilian product into use.

The crew on the boat, following inertia, were thrown face-first into the cold sea.

They probably got a bit injured, but since it wasn’t a direct hit, they shouldn’t be dead.

The waves were rolling, so slamming their belly into the surface wouldn’t knock them out cold.

Anyway, it’s none of my business now.

No compassion?

Look, we’ve been scrambling over 400 times a year against red polar bears up in the north. You think we’ve got the luxury to get sentimental? Give me a break.

“It’s sunk. The rest is yours.”

I reported with a sigh.

“Got it. Good job. The Coast Guard will handle the rest.”

That was the end of our work. We started packing up.

“See? They’re here. Leave the rest to them.”

The Coast Guard arrived at the submersion site, spotlight blazing, like they’d been waiting.

They probably had been.

“But this keeps happening. Think we’ve got a leak?”

“Well, word probably got out that there’s a man here. Everybody wants men, right?”

If they come swarming just because there’s a man here, no number of bodyguards will ever be enough.

There might be spies mixed in, but that’s not our job to handle.

No point thinking about it, so…

“By the way, the day shift said they took a mixed bath?”

I changed the topic. After finishing my shift, I switched to private channel and asked bluntly.

They said it was amazing, super erotic. So good they could do this job forever without breaks.

It gave a real cuckold vibe, but it fired them up. That was good.

A bit off toward the end, but having erotic experiences with a man is something every girl dreams of. I definitely want to try too.

Some hardcore yuri purists might cry about cheating, but come on—girls messing with girls was a regular thing back in those remote bases with no men. We’ve had enough.

Plus, when it’s a man, it’s a different appetite. Different category. Not cheating. We’ve been told that plenty, so we’re good.

“Yeah, we did.”

Hakuto-sama said it flatly, no guilt. That’s classic Hakuto—great at firing people up even without proof.

“What about us?”

I asked, a little annoyed. There’s a big gap in perks between day and night shifts.

“We’ll rotate. Don’t worry. I’ll set it up nicely.”

In other words, we’ll get a taste first, huh?

I felt like that unspoken line echoed in my head.

We’ve known each other a long time. We’re close enough that I don’t need her to say it out loud.

“I’d like to say that’s reassuring but…”

Clack. I opened the bedroom door.

“You’re clearly late, so I want tonight’s reward now, okay?”