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

Chapter 205: The Case of Middle School, the Problem Child (Hisui’s Perspective)

(Were middle school uniforms always this sexy?)

Today, I visited a middle school and couldn’t help but think that to myself.

The middle school summer uniforms were white, thin blouses that showed the bras underneath, paired with just a skirt.

The blouses were off-the-shelf, not perfectly fitted, so the younger students’ uniforms looked slightly loose. They seemed breezy, with short sleeves and wide openings, revealing healthy armpits and, in some cases, even a glimpse of bras through the gaps.

For those with fitted blouses, the bras and body outlines were visible, including colors and patterns. Plus, the skirts were ridiculously short. From the teacher’s platform, looking down at the seated students, I could see through the bare desk frames—or rather, nothing was hidden—and colorful underwear was visible under the skirts…

(And, well, biologically, this is about when they’re in their prime as women…)

Unlike at the elementary school, I faintly sensed a girlish scent and the healthy allure of their age, feeling a bit dizzy inside while safely managing the visit and greetings.

Whoosh!

“Pretty bold, huh?” Ojiro said with a mischievous grin, stroking my main rod through my clothes and whispering hotly in my ear. I could barely hold back, so she needed to stop doing that in public…

“Want to take a break and relieve yourself?” Hakt said, apparently sensing something, as she hugged me from the other side, adding to the pressure.

We were all in lightweight suits for going out, but I could feel her chest armor pressing against me through her clothes. The fabric held it back, making it feel slightly firm, but the situation stirred an indescribable mood.

“If I relieve myself, I’ll enter sage mode with no desire, turning into a bland character, so it’s too early for that,” I said.

“Oh, too bad,” they replied, not sounding particularly disappointed as they pulled away.

A guy’s personality is built on desire more than you’d think, and losing it changes your character a lot. Maybe the idea of hooking up with someone fuels the outgoing persona. I held back my lower half, which was ready to react, with chains of reason.

It wasn’t exactly at the breaking point, but knowing I’d get drained later anyway, holding off during the day wasn’t a big deal.

Besides, it was these two’s turn tonight.

I could simmer and make sure to get them pregnant with precision.

“Okay, time for questions! You can chat or ask anything, so raise your hand if you have something,” I said.

During the visit, I ended up doing an embarrassing speech to everyone in the gym, but it wasn’t like I’d die, so I got through it with a cheat sheet Kiyora and Kotori made. Now it was time for questions.

By the way, what did that note about watching out for white hair mean?

But wow, could I really see this from up here…? I was shocked inside by the view from the platform.

After the greeting, I told them to sit comfortably since standing was tiring.

They sat in gym style, cross-legged sloppily, or with legs loosely crossed.

Naturally, their skirts flipped up, revealing all sorts of colorful underwear in broad daylight…

The colors ranged from white, black, red, pink, to light blue, and more.

Navy blue ones were probably bloomers for protection. So wholesome!

It was like the classroom scene from earlier, but on a grand, panoramic scale with hundreds of students…

The distance was a shame, though.

I couldn’t help but want to take an 8K ultra-high-quality photo to look back on later.

You’d think seeing my wives and adult clients naked daily would make this less exciting, but panty flashes are a different beast—something special in its own right.

While I indulged in these pointless fantasies, the students were buzzing, and it seemed they’d decided something.

“Yes!” a hand shot up energetically. Just one, maybe a representative or the first to dive in.

“Go ahead,” I prompted, following the flow.

It was a cute girl.

“Are you Kawasemi?” she asked.

“Yes, I’m the guy inside,” I admitted, since it was obvious.

“I bought that photo,” she said.

“Thank you,” I replied.

Apparently, it was selling a lot.

“Are you still looking for wives?” she continued alone.

“There’s no deadline for that yet,” I said.

“Are we in your range, or out of it?” she asked.

“In that sense… you’re in,” I answered.

Wasn’t that question a bit too direct?

“Would you take all of us as wives?” she asked.

“Pfft…” I let out a weird noise.

Was that even within the scope of questions?

And her eyes looked serious?

“…Uh, okay, candidates, raise your… hands…?” I said hesitantly.

Before I could finish, almost everyone in the room—students and teachers—raised their hands energetically…

Was this some scary group psychology?

Like crossing the street on a red light together?

I froze with a distant stare.

This was checkmate. Handling hundreds at once was way beyond my capacity.

The question’s ringleader—or culprit—flashed a mischievous smile, slipped off a black wig, and revealed long, pure white hair she’d been hiding.

~Postscript

Shira, whose image bird is a white egret or intermediate egret, has pure white hair as her trademark. She’s Prime Minister Isagi’s granddaughter, a middle school student council president, well-mannered, and academically excellent. But she pushes the limits of what’s acceptable. With puberty, rebellion, overflowing desire, and the excuse of being young, she’s a problem child in the family. Her report card is perfect, though, making her a masterpiece on paper. She’s from the frozen Amber seed line, the last generation directly seeded by Misago, with some still remaining.