In a World Where Chastity is Reversed, I Ended Up Working as a Hot Spring Attendant - Chapter 206-207

Chapter 206: Strategy Meeting

I couldn’t help but react as if my soul left my body. I stood still, looked up at the void, sighed softly, and turned around.

As an adult, I felt I should face them to some extent.

“Even though I look like this, I’m in my thirties, much older than you. I want to say you should find someone closer to your age…”

I stammered excuses. During the inspection, I toured the entire school, observed classroom scenes, but didn’t see a single man, who you’d think would normally be around.

They say the gender ratio is 1 to 100, but that’s just the official figure. In reality, it’s probably 1 to 1000, or even 1 to 10000, isn’t it?

The eyes of the junior high school girls looking at me carried an indescribable anxious prayer. Even the person who dropped that bombshell earlier wasn’t laughing. They seemed ready to listen seriously and weigh my words.

If I was being deceived, that would be the end of it…

“Right now, do you girls have any male partners?”

Everyone nodded solemnly.

“If you miss this chance, do you think there won’t be another?”

They nodded.

“Seriously?”

They nodded…

“Phew…”

I couldn’t help but sigh.

“Let’s do a survey later. I’ll take it back and think about it!”

I said that as a parting shot and decided to retreat for now.

Accepting over 300 people, including students and staff in this gymnasium, all at once was impossible. I wasn’t prepared for that.

The moment I stepped backstage, my strength left me, and I slumped. Emotionally, I wanted to collapse onto a futon. I felt drained.

“Whoa, careful.”

Hakuto and Ojiro caught me from both sides. I heard voices giving closing remarks and oddly loud applause, but I wondered what the clapping was for.

“Facing that many people, that was tough, right…?”

Thinking about confronting that many people with such intense emotions was, frankly, heavy.

“Yeah, frankly…”

“Right…?”

“But you don’t really feel like refusing, do you?”

“You caught me.”

In this world’s common sense, it’s probably fine to refuse…

“Probably, from Yata’s perspective, she’d eventually allow local marriages, so it’s fine, right?”

“You gotta follow the steps.”

“There’s an order to things.”

“You gotta do it right.”

Hakuto, Ojiro, and Hachikuma voiced their complaints one by one, with a vaguely yakuza-like vibe.

“I think we need a wife meeting in between.”

“For local marriages, how far does the range go?”

Kiyora tilted her head.

“From her tone, probably the nearby school district?”

Kotori muttered.

“So that means…”

“It’ll end up being okay to accept them?”

When I voiced the likely conclusion, everyone sighed heavily.

“If we accept them like this, that guy becomes a hero, huh…”

Hakuto sighed bitterly.

“He planned it, didn’t he?”

Ojiro followed.

Everyone made sour faces.

“There was a warning about the white one, but who knew she’d wear a wig…”

I couldn’t help but say that. It was exactly as the cue card warned, but it felt like the warning was useless since we got completely played.

“In the end, who’s that white one?”

Kiyora asked no one in particular.

“Shira, Prime Minister Isagi’s granddaughter,” Hakuto said.

At that, Kiyora and Kotori, the non-blood-related public servant team, made faces like “ugh…”

If she’s from the Prime Minister’s family, she’s like a boss or CEO to the public servant team. It made sense they’d find her hard to handle.

“They used Grandpa Amber’s sperm, preserved in liquid nitrogen, for artificial insemination, so she’s technically our half-sister…”

Ojiro continued bitterly.

“Puberty, rebellion, and age-appropriate lust in full swing…”

Hachikuma added, sounding exasperated.

“Outwardly proper, excellent grades, beautiful, but the type to charge full-speed into weird stuff that’s just barely legal.”

Hakuto summed it up bluntly. The “barely legal” part was somewhat reassuring.

“So, in the end, we just have to bitterly laugh and forgive her?”

I muttered, and everyone sighed in unison, as if sharing the same thought.

“Later, I’d like to give her a proper grilling…”

“Legal or not, that stunt earlier was awful manners.”

“By the way, due to male protection laws, even if you answered back there, you could still say ‘never mind’ and it’d be fine.”

“We haven’t even made any promises yet.”

“That’s questionable in itself.”

I think a man casually retracting his word is the worst in terms of the weight of words.

It felt like those harsh AV laws over there, with one-sided rights protection.

“We haven’t even made verbal promises, no money or marriage papers are involved, so you don’t need to think too seriously.”

It’s not like I committed marriage fraud or anything.

“Sure, but…”

Deep down, I had a pretty awful thought: “They’re all mine, hell yeah!” So I couldn’t just reject everyone.

“How about we do a document screening, interviews, and other stuff to filter them out?”

Kotori suggested. It’s probably normal for the women’s side, but being on the choosing side felt brutally harsh.

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Chapter 207: Shira’s Discipline, or Punishment and Reward

“I, in front of everyone, asked Hisui, a man, an awkward question and troubled him.”

The day after I inspected the middle school, Shira appeared in my room, wearing a sign like that, sitting in her underwear in a formal kneeling position.

When I returned from the bath, she was suddenly there, and I couldn’t help but jump in surprise.

“Manners, power dynamics, and other things—we older folks have to properly discipline her, right?”

The culprit seemed to be Yata. She didn’t join me in the bath, which was unusual, and I wondered what was up. Turns out, she planned this.

“Does this count as discipline?”

I couldn’t help but ask. Including the underwear, it felt shameful or overly provocative.

But, wow…

I couldn’t help but observe Shira’s body in just her underwear. Even for a girl in the peak of puberty, she was beautiful. Her skin had no blemishes or scars, perfectly proportioned. The parts that should curve out did, and the parts that should curve in did so neatly. Even sitting, no excess fat spilled over her underwear. Beneath a thin layer of fat, muscles were visible. She was slim but clearly ate well and stayed active.

“If it doesn’t work, depending on her next screw-up, we’ll just try another method.”

Yata replied casually, as if it didn’t matter much. Meanwhile, Shira looked quite numb, her face red with an indescribable expression, squirming.

Her eyes were downcast, so maybe she was embarrassed?

She also looked exhausted, almost limp.

“Hic!”

As I watched, her body, still in the kneeling position, let out a strange sound and suddenly twitched.

Behind her, two cats were massaging—or rather, kneading—her likely numb legs.

“Hyah… ah…”

Each time they kneaded, Shira’s body twitched and wriggled. It wasn’t anything erotic, but it looked oddly seductive.

If I could do anything, I’d say this could work, a scene I could watch forever.

“But doesn’t this count as abuse?”

I asked an unnecessary question to distract from the inappropriate feelings welling up.

“Hm? Her parent Sekka and her grandma Isagi told us to discipline her properly, so it’s fine.”

Yata replied that she’d taken plenty of time to set this up, so there was no issue. It probably meant if I didn’t approve, it’d drag on.

“Isn’t this enough?”

Her legs were already white from poor circulation. I thought we should stop soon.

“Is she reflecting?”

Shira nodded vigorously, half-crying, unable to speak.

“Then that’s enough for today. You can relax.”

As soon as she was allowed to move, her limits hit, and she collapsed onto the floor, sprawling out.

Maybe I should’ve rescued her a bit sooner?

“Now, give her a massage.”

Yata wiggled her hands.

“Alright, I’ll touch her then.”

Pretending to be uninterested, I reached for her beautiful, limp legs.

The massage was too much for her numb legs, and Shira’s body jumped with a jolt.

“Hyah!”

A cute yelp escaped her.

“Well, take your time~♪”

With a grin, as if the prep was done, Yata left the room.

I wasn’t touching anything too erotic, but it felt like the aftermath of something intense—everything was a mess.

Naturally, my rationality flew out the window before I noticed.

“About last time, I dodged the answer, but I’ll take responsibility and accept you properly.”

When I gave my response from before, she clung to me, crying messily.

By the way, the accessory she wanted was a jade choker—or rather, a collar.

Shira’s kinks now included punishment restraint play followed by gentle massage play… well, it couldn’t be helped.

~Postscript

Yata’s soft on her own people, letting it slide like this.

My rationality flew, so figure out what happened.

In this world, it’s consensual, legal, and she’s an adult.

Wife count confirmed +1. The remaining 300 or so will be dealt with off-screen when things cool down…

Since economy class syndrome, Hisui’s cause of death in his past life, comes from numbness, numbing play should be kept moderate…

In that sense, spanking might be safer, right?

Either way, painful or harsh stuff should be kept moderate…

By the way, Sekka is a dialect name for heron, pretty obscure.

Also, off-screen, she sank once and faced some scary but non-injurious situations. Guardians were groveling and such. It’s too grim, so it wasn’t described.

The kneeling scene was added to recent updates—let’s just say it’s borderline.