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

Chapter 189: Extra – Ruri’s Arrival (Ruri’s Perspective)

The suitcase rollers rumbled noisily…

The wheels rattled loudly…

On a clear day, the early summer sunlight warmed the asphalt, and my suitcase’s rollers clattered forward noisily.

Normally, this season had few visitors, but the streets buzzed with people unusually.

I was Ruri, one of the direct descendants of Amber, the legendary charmer known in Fukugata Prefecture.

Professionally, I worked as a music producer, handling everything from songwriting to performances single-handedly, and I called myself a skilled professional confidently.

This time, I came to clear my head from work stress.

I also wanted to reconnect with my half-sisters warmly.

I planned to size up that certain man carefully.

Well, I got swamped with work, so I chose to lock myself away voluntarily.

Ultimately, I wanted to hear that song live desperately!

“Check-in, please,” I requested politely.

I passed through the inn’s automatic doors, entered the familiar interior, and spoke to someone at the counter.

“Hey? Ruri? Long time no see!” Agachi greeted cheerfully.

“Long time!” I replied casually.

We grinned at each other silly, waving our hands pointlessly. Her casual first words made things relaxed, as Agachi, my half-sister two years older, needed no formality.

By the way, Agachi was my half-sister, two years my senior.

“Where’s that guy or Yata?” I asked curiously.

I checked on the main targets casually.

“Those two are in the back of the lobby,” Agachi answered lazily, pointing that way.

“Need help with your bags?” she offered helpfully.

“Sure, thanks,” I accepted gratefully.

My two large suitcases were a bit heavy, manageable but easier with help, like a convenient boat crossing.

“Ugh… heavy…” Agachi groaned weakly, lifting the suitcase briefly and sounding exhausted.

“They’re heavy, right?” I warned playfully.

“What’s in here?” she asked curiously.

“PC, recording gear, work tools—everything I need to work,” I explained proudly.

I was ready for a long haul.

“We’ve got stuff here too, you know?” Agachi remarked skeptically.

Probably just a standard karaoke set, which wouldn’t suffice.

“They say a master doesn’t choose their tools, but that guy lined up the best equipment back then and still didn’t choose, so I had to bring the good stuff,” I justified firmly.

Tools mattered for inspiration, and even a slight delay could kill creativity significantly.

“Well, artists’ quirks, what can you do?” Agachi sighed, crossing her arms resignedly.

While we chatted, a sturdy guy, likely for luggage, appeared suddenly.

“Hakuto?” I called out, spotting a familiar white-haired figure.

“Ojiro’s here too,” Hakuto pointed out, revealing another person.

Her distinctive white-tipped hair stood out noticeably.

“Wow, it’s been forever!” I exclaimed excitedly, grabbing their hands.

We clasped hands noisily, and Agachi joined in naturally, ever the lively one.

We were mostly the same age.

Agachi was always around, but Hakuto and Ojiro rarely returned on regular holidays, so meeting them was genuinely years overdue.

“Up north? Oh, got it,” I started to ask but stopped, realizing quickly.

“Smart, you catch on fast,” Hakuto praised slyly.

“Say it out loud, and it’s risky,” Ojiro cautioned quietly.

Both raised their index fingers to their lips, winking and grinning mischievously.

Their presence was overwhelming, almost dazzling.

Even in the entertainment world, full of good-looking people, I felt intimidated slightly.

“Long vacation, call it a side job,” Hakuto explained casually.

“Got it…” I mumbled naturally.

The regular guests behind me got caught in their aura and started fainting dramatically…

Back then, these two always got Valentine’s chocolates, and they still did, apparently.

But on a weekday, not a holiday, in the off-season, the guest numbers seemed oddly high.

Normally, the place was dead quiet, wasn’t it?

What happened, or rather, what did they do?

A cock-like thing filled with desire…

Male hospitality was a tightrope, a bit scary, but you don’t get the tiger’s cub without entering its den, so I leaned in eagerly!

“Alright, we’ll take your bags to the karaoke room downstairs,” Ojiro offered helpfully.

“They’re delicate equipment,” I reminded cautiously.

The suitcases had good suspension, but careless shipping companies often broke them, and they were packed with pricey gear worth millions if damaged.

Better to warn them just in case.

“We know,” Ojiro and Hakuto replied lightly.

For them, even heavy stuff probably felt like feathers.

So, I handed over my bags, checked in, and headed deeper into the inn, which had a lobby for pre-check-in waiting and a café-like browsing space for guests.

Here we go…

What’s the real deal like?

I saw photos, but I never trusted anything until I saw it myself.

Nowadays, AI-altered images were common, so even family photos weren’t fully trustworthy.

Some devices auto-enhanced, and people didn’t even notice.

So, the real thing?

Drumroll… ta-da!

A boy, too mature for a kid, read a book with refined gestures calmly.

A literary boy?

Yata clung to him closely, lying on her stomach, while he held her on his lap.

Hachikuma, nearby as an escort, worked on a PC, and two other sharp-looking escorts stood guard.

They glanced at me sharply, almost glaringly, in unison.