In a World Where Chastity is Reversed, I Ended Up Working as a Hot Spring Attendant - Chapter 203-204

Chapter 203: Continued, Acceptance System

Yata-chan spoke about childbirth and cesarean sections for the smaller group. She said current technology means people don’t die as much. Recently, IPS cell sheets help healing happen faster. Scars aren’t too bad either. Surgery costs and such are practically free or even profitable because of various subsidies. There’s some burden on the mother’s body, but it’s not something to stress about too much.

Tsuburi-san explained the current medical system to us.

She said, “If they cut, you get nutrient drips and clear soup only for a week!”

Tsuburi-san gave a wry smile, saying that wasn’t wrong.

Yata-chan shared her real experience. Did she want to brag or scare us? Who knows?

I think she just wanted to talk about anything.

Tsuburi-san said, “Medically, the womb is naturally the best place for the fetus to grow. We want to wait as long as possible, but there’s no absolute rule. Pushing the mother too hard like a chicken race can cause a miscarriage or an unprepared premature birth, which isn’t funny.”

Yata-chan said proudly, “In extreme cases, even babies under 1000 grams can survive, right?”

From her tone, it seemed Toki-san was probably a low-weight baby. That made sense.

I said, “That’s something…”

I swallowed the words that it felt more scary than reassuring.

This wasn’t something amateurs like us could comment on.

Tsuburi-san said, “It’s case by case. We leave it to the moment.”

Yata-chan said, “Amber’s grandpa was strict about not touching anyone until fifteen, saying it was scary.”

Tsuburi-san said, “That’s probably the safest, right?”

As expected of a pioneer, he was conscientious.

I asked, “What about school?”

I figured I might as well ask more.

Tsuburi-san said, “Basically, you take maternity leave and skip a year, starting one grade below.”

She spoke calmly. Everything was prepared, and it made sense.

Yata-chan said, “So, Hisui-san, it’s not something you need to worry about.”

She added, “Increasing numbers is the priority, right…”

I asked, “What about childcare?”

Yata-chan said, “Just rely on the older generation.”

She continued, “If you don’t have anyone to rely on, or you’re tired and get postpartum depression or baby blues, just drop the baby at the baby hatch. That’s it.”

She added, “Abuse or collapsing strangely is bad, so there’s some subsidy for giving up the baby.”

Kiyora-san said, “I’m in that group too.”

She looked a bit complicated.

Yata-chan said, “By the way, if it’s your kid, we’d treat them like our own kids, nephews, nieces, or grandkids.”

Tsuburi-san said, “The backup system for emergencies is properly set up.”

Yata-chan and Tsumugi-san seemed eager to raise the kids themselves.

It felt like they were saying, “Go ahead and get pregnant as you like.” It was very thorough.

Tsuburi-san said, “Schools have daycare too, so childcare shouldn’t be that hard.”

Social support seemed abundant.

In the end, the only thing lacking was men…

And so on…

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Chapter 204: A Story of Visiting a School, Hisui’s Perspective (Elementary School Edition)

“Kids these days grow up so well…”

First, I decided to visit an elementary school, and I muttered that predictable line.

To be honest, even though it was hot, a guy visiting a class with girls’ swimming lessons would probably be treated like a criminal in another world.

Also, maybe because they didn’t need to worry about a guy’s gaze, their swimsuits seemed to lack lining, and you could see various underdeveloped bumps through the fabric.

My impression was that, although they were still just upper-grade elementary students, their hips were round, their chests were starting to swell, and their frames were clearly those of girls.

It was obvious, of course, but seeing it now was a bit surprising.

I thought to myself, they definitely seem promising…

Even in other classes, some girls didn’t wear bras yet, and since they moved without any shyness, you could see things that were usually hidden. Their clothes didn’t fit perfectly, so you could see the bumps underneath, floating slightly.

Also, whether it was a regular miniskirt, hot pants, or shorts, you could see up to the base of their thighs, and even the fabric underneath peeked out…

It was quite a sight to behold…

No, it’s still too early for that, so I won’t do anything!

I quickly shook off the temptation.

“Since you’re here, would you like to join the class like an interview?”

Ms. Kibi, the guide, suggested.

“Sure, go ahead,” I replied.

The children’s eyes focused on me as I stepped forward.

“How many wives do you have?” a child asked.

“I have about 100 right now, give or take,” I answered.

“Wow!” they exclaimed.

“What’s your ideal number?” another asked.

A murmur of admiration rose.

“What kind of person is your type?” someone asked.

“There’s no specific type I can’t forgive, but I like someone who is independent, doesn’t fight with others, and doesn’t bully anyone—someone stable,” I said.

“Hmm?” they responded, sounding puzzled.

Maybe my answer was too complex, as it didn’t get much of a reaction.

“With 100 people already, if each person gets three days for their first night, it takes 300 days from the first one, and you wait a year for the next turn,” I explained.

For Misago and the group who got their first night, they had to wait until the birth was confirmed, which was a good or bad situation, depending on how you looked at it.

If they missed their turn, they’d probably need to do it during the day to align with the due date.

“Ohh,” the kids said, sounding convinced but a bit subdued.

It was like hitting the limit of being human, or rather, the performance limit of a male, an unavoidable flaw in the rules.

“But if you can handle it properly…” one kid started.

“He’s definitely a good person,” another finished.

Whispers buzzed through the room.

Would this lead to a good story?

“Even after the first-night rush, there’s a minimum 300-day wait, or more, so don’t get mad if I can’t give you attention,” I said.

“He’s so serious…” one kid murmured.

“He’s too kind…” another added.

They seemed half-exasperated.

“Are you close with your guards?” a child asked.

“I’m very close with them. Look,” I said, turning and spreading my arms.

Hachikuma and the others came to hug me.

“Wow…” the kids said.

“I try to get along with everyone nearby because leaving someone out leads to bullying,” I explained.

“Are your guards your main wives?” a child asked.

“They’re all main wives,” I answered.

Recently, I remembered adding Hakt and 30 Self-Defense Force members, plus 50 inn staff, to the guard team.

“Wow!” the kids exclaimed.

“That’s so cool…” another said.

Envious voices rose.

“Can we aim for that too?” a child asked.

I noticed Hakt’s eyes light up at those words.

“It depends on selecting candidates and checking their suitability, but with frequent turnovers, it’s not a bad bet,” I said.

Hakt interrupted.

I nodded in agreement.

“Wow!” a child shouted.

“I’ll do it!” another declared.

“Good luck,” I said.

I decided to let Hakt take the lead and put her in the spotlight.

“So, I’m Hakt, a main wife, guard, and Self-Defense Force member. Let me explain how to achieve this path…” she began.

Hakt took over the stage.

“Let me clarify, getting assigned is a separate matter. It’s a tough path, and using this guy as a standard would be harsh, so consider him an outlier,” I said, slightly exasperated.

But being an outlier was what made him unique and valuable, and I had no intention of changing that.

“Thank you very much!” the kids shouted energetically.

It was Hakt, Hachikuma, and Kotori leading the way.

In the end, it turned into something like a greedy career talk for public service and Self-Defense Force paths.

Or maybe that was the plan all along?

“Was it okay to steer the kids toward this path?” I asked.

“It’s ultimately their free will,” someone answered.

“Besides, parents would be thrilled if their kids chose a public service path,” another added.

“That’s true,” I agreed.

Apparently, some elementary school streamers were in the mix, and the job openings for public service and Self-Defense Force roles skyrocketed, but I didn’t know that yet.

[Off-screen]

“Just do it with her,” Hachikuma said, grabbing Ms. Kibi by the neck and pushing her toward me.

“I don’t mind, or rather, I’m all for it,” I said.

She was a beautiful woman of the right age, absolutely perfect.

“Please, I beg you!” Ms. Kibi said, her face bright red, stumbling over her words.

She didn’t seem opposed, so I gratefully…

“Fnyaaa!” she let out a scream.

Since it was too early to do anything with the kids, it was limited to handshakes, hugs, or light kisses—practically just the latter two as a set.

~Postscript

Kibi was Hachikuma’s classmate and half-sibling. Due to the power dynamic between a large raptor and a small bird, they had a casual, comfortable relationship. Kibi, an elementary school teacher, was a former national-level athlete. Her baby face and vibe made her look like a student even in a suit. She usually wore frumpy tracksuits, but this time she dressed up in a frilly blouse and a tight miniskirt with a slit, her thick thighs standing out. Her image was like a kibi-taki bird, with vibrant yellow hair that made her look a bit like a chick.

The kids complained, “We tried so hard to show off, but the teacher got all the attention!”

Isagi and Konoha Owl smirked, “All according to plan!”