In a World Where Chastity is Reversed, I Ended Up Working as a Hot Spring Attendant - Chapter 187-188

Chapter 187: Extra – A Sudden Increase in the Number of People and the Necessary Resolve (Escort Edition)

I panted heavily…

I gasped for air…

I finished my daily jogging routine in that manner and then reserved the cave bath for a mixed bath session.

By the way, the members with me rotated, and they were a different group from the other day.

Well, even if the members changed, what we did remained the same.

“You really go all out, don’t you…” someone remarked generously.

“For us, this is the cheapest price, so if it makes you happy, I’m ready to go all out,” I replied confidently.

In reality, I had no money to pay, so this was the only way I could show appreciation, I thought deeply as a working adult, realizing the importance of living courteously…

That’s why I believed a man without courtesy was trash.

Besides, I could see beautiful naked bodies and touch them, so I could only say I enjoyed it.

“It’s breaking my sense of values…” someone muttered in disbelief.

“I’m already reserved for the main wife slot!” Hakuto declared boldly to her subordinates.

“Ha ha ha, how about that, are you surprised?” she laughed triumphantly.

“Your moves are too fast!” someone shouted loudly.

“Soldiers value speed, so hesitating is just a waste!” Hakuto responded unapologetically, and her ability to be so open probably made her popular and naturally form a harem.

From the sidelines, their relationship looked fun somehow.

They were boss and subordinates at work, so it probably wasn’t just that.

“That’s true, but!” someone exclaimed in agreement.

“Even Ojiro?!” another person shouted in surprise.

“If they say there’s an open slot, well, you know?” Ojiro replied shyly, her face slightly red, a bit more innocent than Hakuto.

“You apply to the person, get their approval, and then greet the main wife, Yata, Misago, or Hachikuma,” Ojiro explained casually.

“Let us know too! We’ll get jealous!” someone demanded loudly.

Ojiro spilled details eagerly, and Hakuto added clarification. But if you say that?

The next scene unfolded…

“Please, accept us!” everyone shouted in unison without hesitation.

I shrugged my shoulders instinctively, thinking that’s how it would be.

That was the moment the entire Self-Defense Force escort team got promoted from reserve to main wife status.

“Even with a staggered schedule, all of you taking maternity leave at once would be tough, so no inducing agents, okay?” Hakuto instructed firmly.

“Uh, when was the last time… and the due date is…” the team members began counting cycles with their fingers, and I felt guilty it wasn’t immediate.

“What happens if someone takes maternity leave?” I asked curiously.

“From the Self-Defense Forces nationwide and freelance escorts, we recruit nominees and volunteers to rotate in, so in that sense, it’s safe,” Hachikuma whispered informatively in my ear.

Was it like a conveyor belt sushi system or something?

Could I handle all that?

“Well, with about 200,000 people nationwide, it won’t be everyone, right?” Hakuto laughed carelessly.

“Ha ha…” I let out a dry laugh at her tone, suggesting she could impregnate everyone.

“Considering the marriageable age, there shouldn’t be that many, so don’t worry too much…” Hakuto reassured lightly.

“As a human, that’s impossible, right?” I questioned skeptically.

“Don’t stress about it!” Ojiro interjected sharply.

Hakuto laughed carelessly, while Hachikuma and Ojiro, seeing through my inner thoughts, preemptively shut me down.

With main wives, it’s three days per person, so 365 days a year means 120 people a year?

A strange number crossed my mind.

Or, thinking oppositely, one reserve per day?

“Don’t think about it seriously!” Hachikuma scolded, stretching my cheeks with her palms, interrupting my thoughts.

“For a moment, I made it an obligation…” I admitted sheepishly.

Was this world that short of men?

“Being seriously kind is troublesome, isn’t it?” Hachikuma sighed with a troubled look.

But this wasn’t about kindness; it was just the lecherous instinct of following my lower body’s desires, I thought honestly.

“Besides, is it okay for me to be the partner?” I questioned hesitantly.

Squish…

Squeeze…

“Ouch, ouch, ouch!” I yelped in pain as my cheeks got pulled unexpectedly with surprising strength, stopping me from saying there were others.

“For now, anyone other than Hisui or you is below trash,” Hachikuma declared sharply.

“If you say that, it makes our judgment look foolish, doesn’t it?” Hakuto added in a stunned tone, following my sudden self-deprecation with Hachikuma’s unexpectedly harsh reply.

Later…

“Well, the escort team was bound to end up like this sooner or later, so oh well?” Yata remarked half-stunned, pulling out marriage papers.

“Mm…” Misago pouted unhappily, watching the scene with pursed lips.

Since it seemed she needed some comforting, I sat next to Misago and hugged her gently.

Due to all this commotion, the public servant recruitment ratio became intense, but that’s a story for later.

~Postscript:

Hisui got carried away and became confident, but going too far and breaking character would be bad; he’s in a tricky position where humility shouldn’t be forgotten.

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Chapter 188: Meanwhile at the Backdoor Bulletin Board

1. This thread discussed delusions, daydreams, and collective hallucinations completely. The people mentioned in this thread were purely products of imagination and did not exist in reality, so ladies understood this clearly.

2. Thanks for starting the thread, number one!

3. Hasn’t the number of handsome guys increased recently?

4. If they attended a girls’ high school, wouldn’t they get buried in chocolates?

5. Didn’t the number of muscular guys increase too?

6. In our generation, they were fairly famous people.

7. They were famous in the military community too.

8. They were famous despite not being celebrities.

9. When you attended a public servant matchmaking event in the northern lands, you saw them often as crowd-pullers.

10. Their disguise didn’t work at all, lol!

11. Those white eyebrows were something…

12. They had white hair too.

13. Wasn’t it more like silver or platinum hair?

14. I meant the proverb, you idiot!

15. Their hair was literally white, so it stood out obviously.

16. Even people of the same sex fell for them easily.

17. They were a natural charmer.

18. They approached you like a doorman or porter and smiled at you up close warmly.

19. I forgot who they were aiming for momentarily.

20. They had a pilot sister too, who was also super cool.

21. They were probably an escort, right?

22. Figure it out yourself.

23. If so, with that number of escorts, were they A-class?

24. Were they Amber’s successor…?

25. Were they related by blood?

26. No, Amber probably filled up to the F4 generation, so I don’t think they sent blood relatives.

27. Did Amber officially have a male child anyway?

28. Well, if it was a male, they kept it strictly private, so we wouldn’t know.

29. Knowing that would be bad anyway.

30. It would be like Habsburg or Pharaoh-level stuff…

31. Even with genetic modification therapy today, close-kin marriage isn’t recommended.

32. Last time, they got kicked out and faced a lawsuit.

33. Including that, it didn’t seem like the government sent them.

34. The one they kicked out was probably pretty high-ranked at that time.

35. They probably had at least a B-rank, which was a waste.

36. Even so, didn’t they have personality and behavior issues? That’s why they got sent, right?

37. If they were decent, they would’ve formed a big harem in school, so they wouldn’t need to accept dispatch requests.

38. Figure it out. The lawsuit stuff put them at a disadvantage, and stress lowered their rank, reducing their influence further.

39. Their rank was high, what a waste.

40. I heard somewhere they became useless and fell to being a sterile male prostitute, a pity but self-inflicted, right?

41. Thanks to that, it became easier to report male abuse, didn’t it?

42. As someone involved in the lawsuit, that was a turning point, and it really saved us.

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100. So precious, I’m dying…

101. What, did they die again?

102. What’s wrong? Want to talk about it?

103. Waffle waffle!

104. During mealtime, I watched their table, and they ate so deliciously. The meal was river trout, and they ate everything from head to tail perfectly. They even got seconds and emptied the rice pot completely. It felt like cooking for them was worthwhile, and I stared dreamily.

105. Their table manners were clean, which was rare.

106. Don’t general guys have picky eating habits, like kids?

107. Leaving food is their default.

108. They eat one bite of something they wanted and say they’re done easily.

109. Didn’t you guys say you had no contact with men?

110. Not that kind of relationship, but in urban areas, you see them sometimes.

111. In urban male protection zones, they exist, but they’re literally a privileged class.

112. In the food industry, male customers make me happy but also half-disappointed.

113. When they leave my best dishes uneaten, I feel dejected.

114. Usually, their entourage handles the leftovers, or it stays untouched, about half and half.

115. Some creep or stalker at another table says they want to eat the male customer’s leftovers after they leave, but we can’t allow that.

116. If they did it quietly, it’d be fine. Not fine, but still.

117. Stop with the sad stories.

118. Some people make it worse on purpose, which makes it even sadder.

119. In the food industry, leftovers are normal, aren’t they?

120. That’s why a customer who understands the chef’s intent and finishes everything shines brightly.

121. So, how was that chef’s skill?

122. To my amateur eyes, they worked meticulously to avoid leftovers. They removed inedible parts beforehand and left only the tasty parts intentionally.

123. For trout, they gutted it and grilled it over charcoal slowly, so you could eat it from head to tail.

124. For shrimp fries, they included the head but removed the vein and dirt carefully, so you could eat the whole shell.

125. Amadai’s pinecone grill was edible, even the scales.

126. For carp or sea bream, they served scale crackers as a side, which you could eat crisply.

127. Anglerfish hotpot included all seven parts.

128. For octopus, they used the skin, beak, cartilage, and eyes too, though the hard lens was inedible.

129. That lineup was unmistakably a high-class restaurant run by someone who gets it.

130. Even without men, a place like that is worth visiting, a great inn.

131. During that happy meal scene, the chef wanted to greet them afterward. Their group watched warmly, and we customers felt like family inwardly while watching.

132. The mood changed, didn’t it?

133. Waffle waffle!

134. The girl messed up her confession line and turned bright red. The guy, understanding her, hugged her gently. He patted her back with a kind face while she squirmed childishly but seemed okay. They hugged for a while, both satisfied, and their lips met. The onlookers went wild with excitement, celebrating chaotically.

135. So jealous, I’m dying!

136. Give me more of that!

137. That happy scene was super lovely.

138. Now I want to stay there just to witness stuff like that.

~Postscript:

That’s how people observed things secretly.