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

Chapter 85: Kitchen Matters (Aoba’s Perspective)

“What a rare ingredient…”

The ingredients that arrived from Grandma Toki’s hospital for Hisui-san to cook and feed were frozen solid human breast milk, or hitomilk.

“Use it as a cold medicine. Hot milk is fine, but at 100°C, the active ingredients get destroyed. So, pasteurize it at 60°C.”

“Oh, I see.”

I read the instructions and nodded in understanding.

I boiled water and inserted a thermometer into the pot.

“Alright, 60°C.”

Once it reached the right temperature, I placed the pouch in the water bath. Medical pouches are durable, so it shouldn’t melt unless it hits 120°C.

The contents were from some forgotten corner of a medical freezer set at minus 120°C, meaning it should still be good.

I wasn’t sure how many years it had been there.

Hmm?

I found a label where the frost had melted and examined it closely.

“Tsumugi Umino (2080/5/5)”

Wow, 20 years ago? So, it’s Tsumugi’s, which means it’s from Misago’s time.

I think I got a share back then too.

It’s a childhood memory. Tsumugi produced a lot, and Misago, being her little sister, couldn’t finish it. Tsumugi jokingly asked if I wanted some, and I ended up drinking it straight from the source. Since we were both girls, it was safe.

Such nostalgia.

I chuckled alone in the kitchen, waiting for the milk to thaw, lost in memories.

Is it thawed yet?

It seemed to have thawed nicely.

Let’s have a taste.

I poured some into a bowl and took a sip. Unlike cow’s milk, it had a gentle sweetness that spread in my mouth.

It was lower in fat than I remembered, like low-fat milk?

I couldn’t recall, but it was a nostalgic taste.

Tsumugi and I were half-sisters, and our bond remained close.

There was no hint of oxidation or freezer burn, so the preservation must have been excellent.

“Alright, Suzume, can you deliver this?”

I decided to serve the milk as a snack for now.

But just serving that seemed insufficient. Since it was thawed, I decided to make pudding.

I dissolved sugar and gelatin, added eggs, and instead of baking it, I chilled it since high temperatures were off-limits.

Done. Human milk pudding? No, maybe I should be more creative. Immune Globu-pudding?

No, that sounds wrong. It’s a good pun, but the name is too strong.

Maybe Tsumugi’s milk pudding?

What, I can’t use her name? Too bad.

Anyway, Hisui should be arriving soon, right?

Since he’s recovering, I’ll prepare some rice porridge or risotto.

The pudding will be perfect as a dessert.

~Postscript

I am Aoba Ware.

My bird image is the Japanese green pigeon.

I’m older than Suzume and Hachikuma and the best cook among them. Suzume is my cooking apprentice.

My hobbies are fishing, hiking, and cooking. I taught Misago how to fish, though she’s better at it than me.

I cook anything I see as an ingredient.

I like making bad puns.

By the way, Yata taught Misago how to play with stones. It’s a funny coincidence.

Character images and current status are available for review.

The medicinal benefits of colostrum and immune globulins are preserved with low-temperature pasteurization.

Regarding storage time, 100 years from now, refrigerator technology would have improved. Currently, medical freezers are set at minus 80°C.

Sperm is preserved at minus 196°C in liquid nitrogen, stored in giant thermos-like Dewar flasks, requiring constant refilling. Even with automated systems, the equipment to produce liquid nitrogen is large and costly. It didn’t feel right to leave it in such a setup.

Maybe in 100 years, regular refrigerators will use liquid nitrogen at minus 196°C?

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Chapter 86: The Slaughter in the Changing Room and Cleanup (Hachikuma’s Perspective)

“So, what should we do?”

I muttered with a wry smile. I was in the changing room, and Hisui-san had just given a big service. Specifically, those who received the service, a bit of a nude hug, had collapsed in a heap, looking like a battlefield of the dead.

Everyone was completely naked, so the room was filled with skin tones.

Thanks to the floor heating, the temperature was perfect—not too hot or cold—so there was no risk of catching a cold.

“Seriously, you two over there…”

I decided to wake up two familiar faces first.

“That was quite a performance…”

Kotori said something odd with deep feeling.

“Did it work this time?”

Kiyora rubbed her belly, giggling. I wanted to tell her it was impossible without actual insertion, but that would be too crude.

I suppose if I scooped out what was inside me and reused it, it might work, but that would be completely unromantic, so I didn’t suggest it.

“Wow, this is amazing.”

I turned to see Suzume had arrived with an empty tray, still surrounded by the collapsed bodies.

“Are they overheated? This could be dangerous. Let’s get them all to drink.”

Suzume muttered in a dazed tone, used her IC card on the vending machine, and started buying sports drinks in bulk.

“Help me out, Hachikuma.”

As she pressed the button, the cans clattered into the tray one by one.

“How many people, and how many cans?”

The sports drinks sold out halfway, and she switched to oral rehydration solutions.

She started counting and organizing.

“Okay, now distribute them.”

Suzume efficiently gave out instructions without hesitation.

I had no complaints, so I helped distribute the drinks.

“No charge. Just drink up.”

Her voice had a strange, almost robotic tone as she spoke each word slowly and clearly.

The women on the floor, still a bit dazed from the heat or lingering effects, moved slowly.

“If you get heat stroke or dehydration and end up in an ambulance, Hisui’s mixed bathing service will end!”

The sluggish women instantly snapped to attention like soldiers, opening the cans and chugging the contents.

“Alright, what do we say?”

“Thank you for the meal!”

“Good job.”

Suzume nodded approvingly at the call-and-response. What was with this atmosphere?

“You can look at him with lust, but do it with moderation. No injuries or health issues!”

“Yes!”

It was turning into a school play or an event.

“Can we touch him?”

“Ask for permission first! Without it, it’s definitely guilty!”

The bar was raised a bit, and the women’s faces darkened.

“He’ll probably go along with it! He’s a huge pervert!”

Even as a follow-up, that explanation was too much.

“Wow.”

The room buzzed.

“How far can we go?”

“As long as he doesn’t dislike it, anything goes!”

“Wow.”

“When will it be allowed?”

“There are procedures, so wait one or two months!”

“Can we post it online?”

“Not before the official announcement! Wait for the notice on the official site!”

“Aw.”

“If you want to say something, just say, ‘He’s great!’”

“Wow.”

“What if we want to marry him?”

The air froze for a moment at that question.

“Just propose directly! We won’t interfere!”

“Wow.”

“Whoa…”

The excitement peaked.

“Is this okay?”

Once things calmed down, I whispered to Suzume.

“It’s fine. Grandma Yata said we could stir things up a bit, and it’s Hisui’s free will. Ultimately, it will just mean more staff, commuting wives, or a passionate fan club.”

“I guess that makes sense…”

It was pretty straightforward.

“Probably the cost of commuting wives and a fan club will be the same. Making it an official fan club might be better.”

“That’s way too enthusiastic…”

I sighed, holding my head in frustration.

“So, don’t worry too much. Just throw those two at him.”

Suzume pointed subtly at Kiyora and Kotori.

“Phew…”

I sighed, feeling the tension leave me.

“Worrying was pointless…”

I muttered.

“Love makes you foolish.”