In a World Where Chastity is Reversed, I Ended Up Working as a Hot Spring Attendant - Chapter 201-202

Chapter 201: Extra – Behind the Scenes, The Melancholy of the Powerful (Isagi’s Perspective)

“Ugh…”

I looked at the report that came up and sighed with a groan.

“Good job, right? This time it’s a close save, isn’t it?”

In the Prime Minister’s office, I received a report from the Chief of Staff, Konoha Owl, mainly about that man, Hisui’s protection, and the efforts of the prized Hakuto and Ojiro sisters, along with their subordinate wives.

The direct escorts, like Hachikuma and others, haven’t had a chance to shine yet; the outer perimeter units at the border are the ones active.

The number of shoot-downs and kill scores after deployment was extraordinary.

No, it’s not about killing, so calling it a kill count is wrong, but suspicious rubber boats, unidentified flying objects, reconnaissance drones, and assisting in the arrest and capture of suspicious illegal entrants tied to them—there’s a ton of that.

“Last time, we got careless, fell behind, let them land, and had injuries, didn’t we?”

In that sense, we properly learned from past mistakes.

Back in Amber-sama’s era, there was a serious shortage of men. During that time, male abductions from neighboring countries happened frequently.

At that time, Amber, the father, was safe, but his adoptive mothers and others had significant injuries, causing a huge uproar.

Since then, men always have escort officers assigned.

Especially for men with high-rank semen, since semen itself is traded internationally as a strategic resource, even more defense was needed. Amber, the father, with A-rank semen, ended up with hundreds of escorts, and the shopping district around that hot spring was practically treated like an external Self-Defense Force base.

With the momentum to create a new S-rank, we’ll likely deploy escorts on an even larger scale.

This time, without waiting for the official semen rank announcement, this commotion happened, and it was clear that spies had infiltrated the country.

“Well, leave the protection to those guys, and the political stuff is our job…”

I grumbled involuntarily.

Dealing with the captured ones is politically a pain.

Well, as long as they don’t reveal their nationality, they’re just suspicious illegal entrants.

The fine, aka ransom, doesn’t seem like their home country will pay.

Since their home country plays dumb, they’re essentially unclaimed.

At best, they’ll work hard in near-unpaid labor called community service.

“Do your best, okay?”

Konoha Owl cheered with a wry smile, sounding a bit like it’s someone else’s problem.

“You’re involved too, aren’t you…”

I said resentfully.

“We’re under civilian control, so soldiers don’t have decision-making power.”

“Damn your soldier’s blame-shifting mindset…”

“If you’re saying that, hurry up and amend the constitution.”

“Ugh…”

“Stirring up trouble, huh?”

Konoha Owl laughed, a standard political joke.

About 200 years ago, we lost a war, got forced into a harsh constitution to abandon militarism, and still haven’t fully fixed it.

“Pass a spy prevention law first.”

By the way, in my position, I, Isagi, am the Prime Minister, but Konoha Owl, the Chief of Staff, who’s supposed to be a subordinate, is technically my mother-in-law or older sister-in-law, so I can’t push too hard due to family favoritism or whatever.

Since Amber-sama’s partners included customers, employees, escort teams, and Self-Defense Force teams evenly, I have a lot of wives tied to the Self-Defense Force and defense.

So, I’m a sad middle manager. Who’s above the Prime Minister? No need to say—citizens, commoners, Yata Grandma-sama.

That Damocles’ sword falls faster than anyone thinks, so everyone involved is trembling in fear.

“Well, once this settles, a hot spring trip for a homecoming?”

I need to see that man, Hisui’s face.

“Those event-loving folks will make a wedding a big public affair, won’t they?”

Konoha Owl gave a wry smile.

“…The scale of getting dragged in won’t just stop with us…”

I vividly pictured that scene and felt troubled.

At the end of Amber’s era, a funeral became a state funeral; you can’t forget how big that commotion was.

“Probably nationwide, with Sekirei-sama showing up too?”

“They’ll likely drag everyone in to brag.”

“Hahahahahaha.”

We both let out dry laughs.

Later

“I knew they’d do it, and they damn well did!”

With video streams, magazine modeling, and somehow Ruri’s new songs piled on, it went beyond promotion and caused a massive firestorm.

“Well, business as usual.”

“Add another escort unit?”

“Just reinforce subtly for now.”

The backstage work here will stay busy for a while.

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Chapter 202: Inspection Requests and Results (Hisui’s Perspective) Timeline: After the First Month, Post-Stream, After Information Release

“A request came for Hisui-san, would you like to do an inspection?”

In the usual lobby, Kotori brought up such a thing with a slightly troubled look.

It was addressed to me, but I had no recollection or reason for it, so I tilted my head involuntarily.

“An inspection for what, and where?”

I decided to ask first, what kind of treatment would it be?

“Well, it’s a request like this…”

Kotori lifted the laptop she was operating with a twirling motion, so I gestured to stop her, saying I’d come over, and clung to Kotori from behind while she sat, peeking at the screen in a playful hug.

“Eek!”

As a bonus for coming over, I blew on her neck, and a cheerful voice came out.

“It’s a mandatory request for men to give students and women a chance to interact with men a bit.”

Kotori explained while showing the screen, which listed the names and addresses of places they wanted me to visit.

“There’s some compensation, a few tens of thousands per case, and it’s like a class observation where you follow the guide, look around, and interact a bit…”

“There seem to be a lot of requested places, all of them?”

Elementary, middle, high schools, and universities were listed.

“The payment is per case, and we’ll accompany you as guides and escorts.”

“By the way, requests also came from the Self-Defense Forces and various public servants…”

“And if possible, if you find someone you like there, please impregnate them—that’s the hidden meaning.”

Kiyora added.

“…What about the age standard for intercourse?”

It seems elementary, middle, high schools, and universities are all listed?

“Legally, it’s fine if they’ve had their first period.”

“So, even elementary schoolers are ready to get pregnant?”

Everyone nodded as if it were obvious.

I recalled old customs from a bad era where a corrupt rich person impregnated an 8-year-old girl sent as an apprentice, leading to an obvious difficult birth and so on.

Even for a yes-lolicon, I basically don’t touch that stuff—painful, forced, or dangerous things are forbidden.

“I’m here, and so is this one?”

Yata-chan, a small-looking youkai loli grandma, and the similarly smallish Kiyora, along with Suzume who somehow joined in, appealed.

They barely looked like middle schoolers.

If it’s legal, it’s fine! That’s the deal!

“The group with too-small bodies can’t give birth naturally, so it’s a C-section, right?”

Tsuburi joined in with a slightly suspicious look; since the need for hospital visits for vaccinations decreased, she’s been going often for semen collection.

“During my time, I couldn’t wait until October 10 and got opened up at nine months, right?”

Yata-chan spoke fondly, rubbing her stomach area, sharing her experience with gentle, slightly proud eyes.

“By the way, for us, look forward to ten months later, okay?”

“Huh?”

“Maybe even sooner?”

From that lead-in, she revealed a slightly rounded plastic thing she was hiding behind her back. It looked familiar, with two windows—one for positive, one for completion—both showing lines.

With a two-window thing, when held sideways, it looks like a cat’s eyes, right?

A pregnancy test?

The one you pee on?

I saw those a lot in creative circles…

Huh?

Eh?

This is, for real?

I confirmed it with my fingertips.

Everyone nodded.

“Yippee?”

Should I shout or cheer? I couldn’t react on the spot.

Some strange trembling came over me…

“Mm.”

Yata-chan spread her arms silently.

I decided to hug her for now.

“Thank you.”

I finally squeezed out a word. My voice felt like it was trembling.

“You’re welcome, right?”

Her voice was very gentle and proud.

She hugged me back gently.

She patted my back and head gently, treating me completely like a child in front of her.

“So, even I, who’s hard to hit, got hit, so probably the rest are hit too, right?”

After being hugged thoroughly and calming down, she said such a thing.

“Yeah…”

I did it, but it didn’t feel real; my feet felt floaty.

“You can tell from four weeks, so let’s test in order, right?”

Before I knew it, a pile of unopened pregnancy tests was stacked on the table.

Misago, Hachikuma, Tsuburi, Suzume, and Tsumugi, who were already involved early on, ran off to pick flowers with tests in hand…

Kiyora and Kotori hesitated, reaching for and pulling back from the tests.

The two probably haven’t reached four weeks yet, so it’s a bit early.

The test results for the one-month group, led by Misago and Hachikuma, were confirmed positive. It’s a simple test, so final confirmation is pending, but the accuracy rate was astonishing.

“You’re really an excellent stud horse, aren’t you?”

Yata-chan said fondly.

This was the start of an astonishing pregnancy and birth rush…

~Postscript

Well, it went smoothly…

Somehow, only Yata-chan and Toki-san can pamper Hisui from above, right?