In a World Where Chastity is Reversed, I Ended Up Working as a Hot Spring Attendant - Chapter 196-197

Chapter 196: Vouchers and the Two Escorts (Kotori’s Perspective)

“Hm? Analysis complete?”

I reviewed the report from the sperm management department, which arrived via email with a clatter.

During the initial sperm submission, genome analysis and various processes caused quite a long wait.

All that was successfully completed, and the report indicated that artificial insemination could now proceed openly.

And if this report arrived, it meant…

“Code creation—how’s the paper stock?”

I launched the dedicated app while confirming with Kiyora.

“About 100 sheets for trial use.”

She set a stack of paper in the printer, and it printed one after another.

“It probably won’t be enough, so I’ll place an additional order.”

The printer handled the printing, but the paper had special holograms and IC chips for anti-counterfeiting.

I lightly tapped the stack to align it and carefully stored it in a business card case.

“I want one myself, honestly.”

I couldn’t help but grumble.

Embezzlement was obviously a no-go, and with the inn’s lobby as my regular workplace under everyone’s watchful eyes, I couldn’t do anything shady. It was just a joke, though.

The print count was logged on the central server, so I couldn’t mess with it digitally either.

“We can get ours directly, or rather, it’s about time we’d know about the last one.”

Kiyora lovingly rubbed her belly, looking excited.

“A bit eager, aren’t you?”

I chuckled without thinking.

This girl had matured somehow. Having a man around really made a difference, I realized deeply.

Before, she stretched herself to act mature despite her childish appearance, but now, though small, she looked like a proper adult.

Initially, she wore sharp suits and heavy makeup to avoid being underestimated, but now she wore a yukata with near-natural makeup. It wasn’t her appearance but the aura she carried.

A month ago, she confronted Yata and backed away from Hisui in a battle stance, but that felt like a distant memory.

What about me? Was I growing properly?

Well, if things went smoothly, I wouldn’t need these vouchers, I thought, and rubbed my own belly.

If things went well, it might already be implanted. I hadn’t had morning sickness yet, so I was probably being eager too.

At this rate, our kids would have lots of siblings and a lively household.

I imagined being swamped with childcare, a chaotic but fun future, maybe a few years away, and smiled.

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Chapter 197: Vouchers, Hisui’s Side

“Here, these came up, so take them for now.”

Kotori handed me a business card case.

“What are these?”

I casually took it and opened it with a snap.

Inside, I found a stack of business card-sized papers with the name Umino Hisui, numbers, QR codes, and holograms for anti-counterfeiting.

I pulled out a few to check, and each QR code was different, with numbers that seemed to be a mix of sequential and random.

The stack felt a bit excessive.

“What are these?”

I asked for now.

“They’re sperm designation codes. Use them at the right medical facility, and you can have a child with your sperm.”

“…Wow…”

Kotori answered matter-of-factly, but I couldn’t find decent words to respond.

“When do they come into play?”

“For you, it’s probably complicated, but for the average man, ejaculating once every three days is a lot. Once a week or even once a month isn’t uncommon.”

She explained my world’s norms patiently. In my mind, daily release was normal, so men here seemed seriously lacking in stamina.

Were they like dried fish or something?

I couldn’t help making a space cat face.

“Considering that, if they collect monthly at a medical facility, there might not even be enough for the official wives.”

Kiyora continued.

“Monthly sperm submission is a man’s duty, so we can’t skip it.”

“For the average man, surprisingly, even official wives have demand for it.”

“Even if you’re generous and assume twice-a-month stamina for 100 wives, if you did it directly with all of them, it’d take 8–9 years, roughly 10 years. If you marry at 20, you’d be 30 by the time you got to it.”

“By then, the prime childbearing age, peak womanhood, and physical balance are all messed up.”

“There’s a trend that it’s a waste not to use the infinite energy of late teens to early twenties for the heavy labor of childcare.”

The two took turns explaining.

“It’s a waste if young people don’t, but it’s biologically correct, right?”

But in a world swayed by men’s lack of stamina or libido, women seemed to have it tough.

Or maybe it was just the power dynamics between men and women flipped.

“Even if you have a partner, there’s surprisingly a lot of demand. For you, Hisui, it might feel weird emotionally.”

Kiyora concluded, glancing at my expression.

“It’s better just knowing whose seed it is.”

In a world short on supply, they probably stretched it with micro-insemination or IVF to make ends meet, I figured.

“I want to do it directly as much as possible and will try my best.”

I said this without thinking, bowing to the table in front of me, or rather, slumping in defeat.

It felt harsh, like a waste.

“By the way, having one child per person is a national duty and right, so people are pretty desperate.”

“If left to nature, it feels like we’d go extinct in no time.”

“Wouldn’t that make you miss the prime age and all?”

“If you don’t have a child by 50, there’s a childless tax, like a fine. No criminal record, so it’s relatively lenient compared to other countries.”

“Lenient…”

What did lenient mean again?

“If you can’t have kids, a medical certificate exempts you, so it’s not unconditional. That’s lenient.”

“Lenient…”

“By the way, if you have a child, you get a lump-sum childcare subsidy and birth support funds.”

“High-risk late births are dangerous, so it’s lenient.”

“Lenient…”

Was it lenient just because they didn’t take from the young?

“If you just want to give birth, apply at the government office, and you get free gene-matched sperm from their system. That’s reassuring in a way.”

“Reassuring…”

Faceless partners, huh.

The locals gave wry smiles, suggesting it was actually pretty decent.

“People here want sperm from someone they know, and ideally, they want physical connection too.”

She subtly gestured to the customers around us. When I looked, I felt their eager, gleaming gazes.

“So, I just hand these out?”

“Do as you like…”

I sensed a pressure like they couldn’t say more.

It felt like a pachinko parlor’s cash exchange—slightly gray, left to my free will.

Probably no inducement allowed or something.

“Are there personal costs for using these?”

“It’s fully covered by the government’s low birthrate subsidies, so no personal cost.”

“That’s reassuring. Any limit on the number?”

“As many as you want when someone asks.”

“If you give out too many, hospitals process them in order of submission, and you might wait for stock.”

It was like a ticket, not tied to a specific lot.

“It involves taxes, so public monetary transfers are banned!”

Her tone was firm on that point.

“Well, yeah, makes sense.”

For a moment, I thought about selling them.

“Back in the day, they’d hand these out like cash during elections.”

Yata joined in, grinning.

“That’s banned now.”

“It violates bribery laws, male protection laws, and all sorts.”

“Pretty standard.”

The government team sighed.

Not slapping with cash but with sperm? This world seemed to prefer a direct hit.

“Lame.”

Yata pouted theatrically, probably not caring much.

“So, these are…”

“Given out as a gesture?”

“A gesture…”

It felt vague.

“Generally, escorts or people like us give them out when a contract ends, or rather, is fulfilled?”

“Gesui?”

Was work-only the norm for this relationship and distance?

I frowned or tilted my head.

No, Yata probably exaggerated. I went for it because Hachikuma was pretty, but I had no regrets.

“You’re using up our prime womanhood, you know?”

“That’s why, generally, the first year has a six-month or one-year contract, cancellable by either side.”

There was an escape route for both.

“Wait, a term?”

I looked at Hachikuma, belatedly.

“Once we’re married and intimate, it’s indefinite!”

She came beside me, as if saying she’d never let go, hugging me tightly, almost too tightly.

It felt like a creak, soft and warm but a bit forceful.

“I’m not letting go!”

“Gah, my bad!” I played along with the enthusiastic squeeze.

I tapped her, and as her grip loosened, I slipped out, gave a quick kiss, and pulled back…

But she grabbed me again.

“We’re the same way.”

“We’ll make you understand.”

The three public servant escorts carried me off with a cheer.

“Take it easy, okay? I’ll handle these for now.”

Yata waved the card case lightly.

“Go ahead.”

I replied casually, feeling oddly sent off warmly.

They drained me pretty hard in broad daylight.

Yata’s Perspective:

“So, it’s like a congratulatory gift. One per person, take as you like.”

I said it loudly, and the surrounding gazes gleamed.

“Really okay?”

A customer asked nervously.

I nodded.

“Just luck this time, keep it secret, okay?”

I put a finger to my lips, signaling silence.

Everyone nodded in unison.

They were gone in a flash, practically instant.

“Need 100 a day at this rate?”

How many would we need in the end…

Hisui’s Perspective, Later:

“Restock.”

A hefty stack appeared.

The serial numbers jumped by about 100—probably a funny story.

“There’s demand, huh?”

“More like, only demand.”

The supply-demand gap seemed pretty tough.