In a World Where Chastity is Reversed, I Ended Up Working as a Hot Spring Attendant - Chapter 190-191

Chapter 190: Extra – Ruri and Yata’s Mischief (Ruri’s Perspective)

“I want to say it’s been a while, but… what are you doing?” I asked sharply.

I threw in a jab immediately, stunned by the sight.

A man sat with Yata on his lap? In that skimpy outfit? How much money and virtue did it take to get there?

“Been a while, hasn’t it?” Yata replied casually, sitting up without a hint of guilt.

She now sat squarely on the boy’s lap.

The boy smiled wryly, his hands naturally resting around her waist.

Their closeness made me jealous honestly.

“So, why are you in that position? Some kind of royalty?” I questioned incredulously.

“In a way, we’re distant relatives, and I’m a high taxpayer, right?” Yata shot back smugly.

Her smug response hit hard, and I hung my head defeatedly.

Come to think of it, with Amber and a royal main wife in our parents’ generation, everyone from Amber’s harem, like us, was second-degree royalty, though not by blood.

Since we all fit that mold, my sense of reality crumbled chaotically.

“Main wife perks, volunteer perks, and first-come perks, maybe?” the boy explained with a wry smile.

Was the first night exclusive slightly off timing?

“First-come?” someone gasped in shock from elsewhere.

“Main wife?” I echoed in disbelief.

“Yep,” Yata confirmed confidently.

This demon loli grandma?

“Did you say something?” she asked sharply, glaring at me.

“Nothing at all, and congrats on the marriage!” I replied quickly, waving my hands to dismiss stray thoughts and change the topic.

“Well, shall we introduce ourselves? This is our husband, Hisui, though it’s a bit late,” Yata announced proudly with maximum smugness.

Hachikuma nearby smiled wryly, clearly aware the introduction was slightly off.

“So, that’s how it is. I’m Hisui, nice to meet you,” the boy said politely, trying to move but pinned under Yata’s butt, smiling wryly while seated.

His every move was annoyingly cute.

“No, no, I’m Yamano Ruri, performing as Ruri. I came to help with songwriting and composing. Nice to meet you,” I introduced myself formally.

“Nice to meet you too,” Hisui replied courteously.

He spoke to me, a stranger, without hesitation, showing a strong core despite his looks.

“Alright,” Hisui said, finally pushing Yata off and standing up.

I thought I saw Yata whisper something in his ear.

“So, looking forward to working with you,” Hisui said warmly, extending his hand.

A handshake?

“Sure,” I agreed, gripping his hand firmly.

His hand felt surprisingly muscular, well-trained.

When was the last time I touched a man so firmly? Years, probably.

Even in the industry, it rarely happened—only with Amber, honestly, and I barely remembered that from twenty years ago.

Whoa.

I wobbled.

What?

Lost in the moment, he pulled my hand, and I lost balance.

I couldn’t react quickly and let it happen.

Softly.

Tightly.

Suddenly, he hugged me closely.

“You seem busy with work, but this kind of comfort is always available, so just say if you need it,” he whispered softly in my ear.

What the hell?!

I screamed inwardly in shock.

Hesitantly, I reached out and hugged him back.

Despite his smaller frame, he felt sturdy, like hugging a solid tree, giving an odd sense of stability.

Through his thin yukata, I felt his body heat and heartbeat, making me feel incredibly happy.

My lower belly tingled uncontrollably.

I needed to relieve this before work, or I couldn’t focus.

Honestly, this could fuel my work forever.

I realized I wasn’t just a workaholic but a woman too.

Could I ask for his seed later?

Work kept me busy, and I hadn’t fulfilled my civic duty or right to bear a child, so I wanted his seed if possible.

Government-sent random sperm, even if genetically matched, didn’t appeal to me, so this was a perfect opportunity.

Anyway…

Phew…

His arms released me, and I felt colder than expected, shivering instantly.

It wasn’t cold before, and the room wasn’t chilly, but still.

Time’s up, I get it.

Reluctantly, I let go with a heavy heart.

“See? Anyone better than this guy?” Yata whispered smugly in my ear.

I shook my head slowly without thinking.

“Make sure you woo him,” she urged playfully.

No need to tell me!

Work became irrelevant completely.

~Postscript:

Yata: “Shake hands and hug him; he’ll love it.”

In Hisui’s world, grappling and throwing are innate skills, just from high school judo classes.

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Chapter 191: Afterwards, Extra, Off-Screen – After the Ban Is Lifted, Bookstores and Magazine Sales Chaos (Ordinary Mob’s Perspective)

At the bookstore:

I sighed heavily, expecting nothing decent, and browsed new releases casually. Decent men rarely appeared in these, but there was a chance for a hot guy or cute boy, so like Schrödinger’s equation, I wouldn’t know until I looked.

So, I flipped through pages quickly…

“What the hell is this?!” I exclaimed loudly.

The gravure section was insanely thick, sealed in a bag, detachable into a separate book, with only the cover page visible as a teaser.

[This time, a hidden gem!]

[Legal shota!]

[Buy it to read!]

In the headline’s center, a boy with a mischievous finger-cross smile, undeniably cute, was printed clearly. I fell in love instantly.

“I have to buy this!” I declared impulsively.

I knew they hooked me, but if I couldn’t buy it, I didn’t deserve to ride this wave.

So, I grabbed two copies—one for use, one for keeping—since the publisher went all out, making it absurdly thick with a sealed booklet, stacked high like a tower, so no one-copy limit applied.

The content was incredible; despite little exposure, it oozed sexiness. Clearly no underwear, with faint outlines of nipples and bulges visible, the cuteness was off the charts. I used it so much the pages nearly tore, so I was glad I got a spare.

I found contact info and called urgently to book a stay, but I was late, and reservations were a year out. “Can I meet him?” I asked eagerly. “Meeting is fine,” they assured confidently.

Contact info often meant recruiting for a harem, but Hisui, the poster boy, gave it a pure inn promotion vibe.

Still, the report mentioned mixed bathing, sometimes with Hisui, so I felt I had a shot. Online rumors said he might assist like a bathhouse attendant, but that seemed too good to be true, too perfect for women.

The report described him as kind and good-natured, so maybe I had a chance?

Online, people dismissed it as virgin fantasies, so I took it with a grain of salt cautiously.

Some oddly specific scenarios stood out vividly, probably just fantasies: winning a lottery for a hug, him joining mixed baths casually, escorts and main wives nearby but not interfering, him watching workouts cheerfully, rewarding winners, groping boobs, main wives wearing Hisui’s accessories, their numbers, and more.

No way he was that unguarded; a boy that perfect would get kidnapped.

Wouldn’t the Self-Defense Force or police guard him with a whole unit?

But if there was a chance, I needed to prepare: hair removal, dieting, ovulation cycles, and how many extra feelings to bring? I planned everything thoroughly.

The staff in the photos looked buff, like they trained hard.

Was Hisui into muscles maybe?

Such a rare taste?

If he’d grope, could he handle my flabby chest?

My uselessly large chest might finally shine, I thought oddly.

Thankfully, the reservation date was far off, giving me time to prepare perfectly.

Later, I checked, and the magazines sold out completely. I wanted more for sharing and spares, but the publisher said even reprints vanished, leaving them baffled.

They shouldn’t make such a crazy structure—publish it separately! Overuse tore it apart. Complaints led to a deluxe bound special edition later, with tons of extra photos, twice the price, but fans, brains fried by it, couldn’t stop.

On the reservation day, the experience exceeded expectations wonderfully.

Those bulletin board stories seemed fake, but if I said they were true, strangers would call me crazy!

I never thought I’d join such a gorgeous, kind harem space; those girls must have hairy hearts!

After I bought the magazine and booked, obvious livestreams and national news announced a happy wedding grandly, making the waitlist even crazier, a funny story now.

~Postscript:

This story starts late in the timeline.