In a World Where Chastity is Reversed, I Ended Up Working as a Hot Spring Attendant - Chapter 200: Extra - Why Ruri-san Fell At the Karaoke Room (Hisui's Perspective, Before Chapter 193)

Chapter 200: Extra – Why Ruri-san Fell At the Karaoke Room (Hisui’s Perspective, Before Chapter 193)

“Kinta broke it, Kinta broke it♪”

The old man’s unique, terrible signature song is Kinta’s Adventure.

It uses Kinta’s name, with the first letters of the next words forming crude dirty jokes in a repetitive chant.

People clutch their stomachs and writhe on the floor, laughing so hard their breathing becomes funny, but since it’s getting a great reaction, stopping here would ruin it, so I intend to sing the full version.

Laughter and reactions are live things, so when it hits on the first try, you have no choice but to keep going.

First-time laughter is a once-in-a-lifetime thing, so I don’t want to waste it.

It’s fine, nobody dies from laughing too hard, though you might get muscle pain!

Personal things, especially my own embarrassment or shame, are like trash compared to laughter and reactions.

It was a terrible example of giving the old man the success experience of getting a reaction, which you shouldn’t do.

The shame limiter, which loosens with age, was already broken from excessive praise.

No, if asked why I chose that song, I can only say a devil possessed me.

As long as it’s getting a reaction, the result is all good.

By the way, Ruri-san invited me, and somehow everyone is at the karaoke room.

“Well then, everyone, farewell♪”

I finished singing.

The result was a pile of dead bodies.

“Man, getting a huge reaction feels great, doesn’t it?”

I mutter such a thing, feeling very satisfied with the old man’s comedian-like reaction.

“Terrible.”

Misago staggers to her feet.

“Can’t announce this.”

Yata-chan looks troubled too.

“It’s tough to sell.”

Ruri-san wears an indescribable expression.

“It’d be good for a self-defense force drinking party.”

Hakuto, with a great smile, maybe from recalling the laughter.

“Only for close friends.”

Hachikuma gives a wry smile.

“It’ll cause a firestorm…”

Ojiro, who seems like a worrier, follows.

Sakura

It’s that song where you name a nameless flower, declaring it a sakura.

“The last love is different, so isn’t sakura fine?”

I finish singing and can’t help but throw in such a comment.

“No, I think the sweet stuff is lovely?”

Misago says something like it’s fine as is.

Everyone listens, entranced.

Aquarion

On the day the world began, we listen to a song about sea star mammals together.

It says I’ll love you no matter how many times I’m reborn.

A long, long love spanning a billion years between a long-lived and short-lived species, it’s so cliché.

“The gap between the early verses and the super cliché chorus is something.”

Since the lyrics are embarrassing, I grumble such a thing to cover it up.

“I think just the chorus would be fine.”

Misago says it’s good, and everyone, led by Yata-chan, nods in agreement.

“The middle part, I can’t hit the high notes or falsetto, so it feels a bit off even to me.”

I point out what I’m not satisfied with myself. If singing, I’d want this part done skillfully.

“I thought it was very good?”

Hachikuma seems to fully approve too.

“Which part?”

Ruri-san comes to check the lyrics on a tablet.

She’s already transcribed the text? Her work is fast.

“This part, where the ‘ahh↑’ raises the voice, flipping to falsetto, that’s the original key.”

I lack the volume and skill to recreate it, so earlier I used a stable low tone, a compromise.

For old guys whose voices don’t come out, in karaoke, high notes are fudged by lowering the key.

Skilled guys go with the original key, that’s the manly way, that’s the culture.

“I see, do it like this…”

Ruri-san, with practiced ease, writes something on the sheet music.

“By the way, is there humming in the intro?”

“Oh, this?”

“Hmm hmm huuun hufu♪ Like that?”

“That’s it, instrument-wise?”

“For now, wouldn’t piano be fine?”

“Then, like this?”

♪～♪～

Ruri-san casually plays a keyboard or electronic piano on the table, playing it flawlessly despite it being her first time hearing it.

“Even after 100,000 years and 5,000 years♪”

Ruri-san starts playing and singing with far greater volume and skill than me.

From the start, it was a different thing.

Clap clap clap clap

“As expected from a pro…”

Spontaneous applause and sighs of admiration leak out.

“If I couldn’t do this much, I wouldn’t be a pro.”

Ruri-san, with a red face, looks shy, but that’s true, it’s skillful.

“Even with that, I think it’s amazing?”

Amateur praise might not mean much, though.

“By the way, I love you too, so won’t you marry me?”

Suddenly, she confesses straight out.

I instinctively stare into Ruri-san’s eyes.

Her gaze darts around for a moment, then, with a red face, locks straight onto mine.

The surrounding people’s gazes silently cheer, like, “Yes, well said!”

In this flow, I have no option to refuse.

“Got it, please take care of me.”

I honestly accept and declare.

“Yeah!”

“Congrats!”

With very athletic, strong celebratory fist pumps, Ruri-san gets roughly mussed up, then flung toward me like, “Go get him!”

She flies at me with a “whoosh,” so I catch her honestly.

She was quite off-balance, a bit dangerous, but I’m a guy, catching one girl is light work.

If it was someone heavy like Hachikuma or Hakuto, it’d be heavy, but contact with girls is generally nice, so no problem.

“Welcome.”

I can’t help but say something weird with a wry smile.

“Sorry, I’m heavy, right?”

She says such nonsense with a shy look.

“You’re light, so it’s fine.”

In reality, she was light, and since I caught her while sitting, there’s no risk of hurting my back, so it’s all safe.

“Well, it’s the flow.”

Saying such a thing, I close the distance.

Ruri-san, looking shy with a red face, darts her gaze around, then closes her eyes in resignation.

That’s consent, right?

With a peck, our lips meet.

A moment later, cheers erupt.