In a World Where Chastity is Reversed, I Ended Up Working as a Hot Spring Attendant - Chapter 88-89
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Chapter 88: It’s on Fire Here (Misago’s Perspective)
“Is it true that there’s a man there?! What’s really going on?!”
A customer’s (maybe) voice came through the phone, loud and desperate.
I sighed inwardly. Here we go again.
It wasn’t a video call, so I couldn’t see their face or eyes, but I could sense their desperation.
“I can’t disclose information about other guests.”
As a company, I used our privacy policy as an excuse.
It wasn’t a lie. Hisui-san is both our husband and a guest. He’s staying in a guest room, not an employee room. We’re not charging him, but it’s still technically a guest arrangement.
“Would you like to make a reservation?”
I gave the standard response.
Click. Beep, beep, beep.
“Ugh…”
The call ended, so I sighed.
—
“I heard there’s a sansuke here!”
“Sorry, but Kohaku-sama passed away 20 years ago…”
“Not that one!”
“There isn’t one now.”
“Fine!”
Click. Beep, beep, beep.
Second call over.
—
Since morning, similar inquiries kept coming nonstop.
—
Ping.
Emails were flooding in with the same questions. Sighing, I typed replies. Before any official announcements, mentioning a man or a sansuke would attract male protectionists (feminists), making things complicated. It’s best not to be open about it.
The Protection Bureau is bureaucratic. As long as the paperwork is correct, there’s no issue. But feminists are different. They argue emotionally, wasting our time and energy.
It seems the information leaked because we were caught on a live camera holding hands, and someone tracked us from there.
Someone in a passing car might have reported us. This route should only alert the Protection Bureau and Hachikuma-san.
Anyway, the news spread online nationally. Trying to delete it would only worsen the situation, so we left it alone.
—
Ring, ring.
Click.
“Can I make a reservation?!”
The rough breathing suggested a potential customer. We can’t dismiss such people.
“We’re fully booked for the next two months. Would you like to book after that?”
“That’s fine! As soon as possible!”
“Okay, how about on [date]? And your name?”
“Tanaka Tobi!”
“Pfft.”
I burst out laughing at the name.
“What are you doing, Tobi-san?!”
I shouted. It was a familiar voice, a total surprise.
“Well, there’s a bit of an online frenzy, so I couldn’t help it.”
She didn’t sound sorry. Joining in like this was tone-deaf.
Though it wasn’t a video call, I could imagine her laughing.
“Tobi-san, you can get a family discount or use the employee route.”
Usually, family members in the bird group get employee benefits.
“I’m coming on vacation, so just the discount.”
“Alright.”
The family discount is less than half price. Quite a deal.
“So, what’s the truth behind the rumors?”
“He’s really here. Sister Hachikuma and I are officially married to him. Granma Yata is next in line.”
“Congratulations!”
“Thank you.”
“So, the youngest Misago, huh? Are you on your honeymoon now?”
“Yes, though it’s been hard with all the guests coming.”
It’s doubtful we can fully enjoy this exclusive period.
“Men are really scarce nowadays.”
She sounded genuinely reflective.
“None on your end either?”
“None. And the few are no good.”
She sounded disheartened.
“Is he a good person?”
“He’s amazing.”
I can’t imagine anyone better.
“That’s great to hear. I look forward to meeting him.”
She laughed cheerfully.
“Talk to you later.”
Click. Beep, beep, beep.
The call ended quickly.
—
“Tobi? She sounded well?”
Mom Tsumugi, who was listening, asked.
“Yes, she seemed very well and in high spirits.”
“That’s good. We should welcome her properly.”
“Though it’s still a while away.”
It’s a bit sad that we won’t see her for two months.
“She must have been considerate in her own way.”
Mom Tsumugi sighed lightly.
—
Ring, ring. Click.
The phone interrupted our conversation.
“Hello, this is Onokawa Onsen Ryokan, Toriya.”
“I heard there’s a boy there!”
It seems this will be the tone for today. Sighing inwardly, I resumed answering.
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Chapter 89: On Fire Situation Continued, Appreciation (Misago’s Perspective)
“U-nyaa.”
In the brief moments between the incessantly ringing phones, I let out a useless meow. Normally, I’d say “I’m tired,” but negative statements become a habit and worsen the mood, so in our workplace, complaints are expressed in cat language.
Hearing the call, Chinpira-san, the cat with a bad attitude, jumped up on the desk. I couldn’t resist diving my face into his belly fur.
When I meow, the cats responsible for customer service come running. By the way, the manager cat is friendly and is likely with other guests.
Since Chinpira-san is often free, he comes to me more than the manager. As a result, Chinpira-san is more popular among the employees.
“Nyaa.”
“Meow.”
Chinpira-san meowed, seeming to question my actions. I answered in cat language, pointlessly.
“Meow.”
“Take it easy, okay?”
“Meow.”
Mom Tsumugi, who was also answering phones, gently chided me with a smile. I responded in cat language out of habit.
“Excuse me.”
Startled, I looked up at the sudden voice.
Chinpira-san, as if saying his job was done, jumped off the desk without a sound.
“I’m sorry for the trouble caused by the firestorm…”
Hisui-san’s apologetic expression was a bit cute.
Chinpira-san lightly stepped on Hisui-san’s slippered foot, rubbed against him, and then disappeared. Such a self-assertive cat.
“It’s okay, we’re used to this level of trouble.”
I quickly responded with a laugh.
It’s not unusual. Whenever magazines, the internet, or TV feature historical figures or legendary playboys, the late Kohaku-grandfather is often highlighted, leading to a flood of inquiries. It’s especially troublesome when male rights protection groups (feminists) get involved.
But this time, it’s just our husband, Hisui-san, staying here. We can shield guest information with our privacy policy, making it easier to evade.
When it was Kohaku-grandfather, he officially claimed to be a sansuke, so it was hard to evade and quite troublesome.
“Besides, we’re fully booked, so it’s profitable.”
I continued lightly. Unlike the past, when inquiries didn’t lead to bookings, this time we’re getting actual customers. The workload was just surprising.
“And for now…”
He hugged me while sitting. Huh? When did this happen?
“Thank you for your hard work. In this world, such appreciation seems to be a man’s job…”
The familiar scent of hot springs, the pleasant smell of fresh sweat, the gentle embrace, and his kind words—it was all so overwhelming.
I couldn’t help but relax and hug him back.
The feel of his well-trained muscles through his small frame made me fall for him all over again.
—
“Well, I’m going out for a bit.”
With that, Hisui-san left. I waved a small goodbye.
“He’s really a wonderful person, isn’t he?”
Mom Tsumugi had a gentle smile on her face.
I nodded instinctively.
“Mom, you should let him hug you too.”
With Hisui-san here, it seemed wasteful not to.
“I’m fine.”
Though she only watched, she had a contented, gentle smile.
~Postscript
Tsumugi: “Oh, that’s nice.”