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

Chapter 91: Wife Conference

“In that case, let’s start the strategy meeting.”

I said this in the hall that was being used as a conference room.

“Yay, drumroll please!”

My sister Suzume enthusiastically joined in as usual.

In the room were me, Suzume, our grandmother Yata, and our sister Hachikuma. Hachikuma usually doesn’t talk much, but she was dragged in because she was idle.

“Do we really need a strategy meeting for that guy?” Grandma Yata tilted her head.

“Do we?”

“Ultimately, we just need to get him drunk and throw him in bed.”

“Oh, come on.”

“Given his effective range, he said he could handle women up to his age plus ten years. He claims to be 30, so up to 40, right?”

Oh, right, Hisui looks like a teenager, but he says he’s 30. Despite looking like a kid, talking to him reveals a unique sense of maturity and an oddly adult-like presence.

“Recently, I found him drinking in the open-air bath with Toki, and he didn’t mind when she hugged him. In fact, he seemed happy about it. If he can handle her, he can handle anyone, right?”

“Uh…”

I held my head in my hands.

“Appearance aside, Grandma Toki is a beauty!”

I had to point out that she could pass for someone in their twenties, not thirties. Don’t lump her in with those aging uniquely compatible with Wolbachia.

“We can test the upper limits by throwing Tsumugi at him. Since Hachikuma managed, we could call in Hakuto, Ojiro, and Tobi.”

“Those three, huh…”

I looked distant. They were from the generation above Hachikuma and were a bit intimidating. However, kids seemed to love them, and during base open events, pictures of them holding unknown children always showed up in status updates.

They’re more cool than cute.

They are also popular with the same sex and ended up in same-sex marriages. They have a lot of wives.

“Putting aside Tobi, who said she would return soon, can Hakuto and Ojiro come here?”

Tobi, who works as a character in a theme park, will return as scheduled. But Hakuto and Ojiro are officers in the 7th Division of the Self-Defense Forces in Hokkaido, responsible for defending the north. They haven’t come back for a while.

Although it doesn’t make the news often, they’re constantly dealing with border violations by red polar bears. It’s said that the area is always tense.

Thanks to our sisters, we live in peace. No one speaks ill of them.

History shows what happened to Ukraine when they lacked preparation and strength.

After Russia used nuclear weapons, they were severely punished by other countries and divided. While Japan didn’t fully agree with the outcome, they did get back the northern territories and Sakhalin. The defense line expanded significantly, making things quite complicated.

In the chaos, a new red-dressed yellow polar bear country started causing trouble.

Hakuto and Ojiro need to do their best.

So, if Hisui thinks it’s okay, I’d like you to take care of them.

“When I contacted them, they were excited.”

“…The defense line officers are excited…?”

I had a bad feeling.

Hachikuma and Suzume, who were with me, also held their heads as if resigned.

Pirorirorin♪ Pirorirorin♪

Suddenly, our phones rang.

“Today, an unidentified aircraft that violated the border over Shumshu Island in the northern territories was shot down.”

I burst out laughing at the message displayed on the phone.

“It’s definitely those two.”

Suzume muttered.

Hachikuma nodded in agreement.

???

“They come every day without getting tired!”

“I’m going to beat you all and enjoy my vacation!”

As the daily scramble continued, a familiar voice responded over the radio.

“Alright, let’s do this.”

Our voices overlapped in perfect unison. We were completely in sync.

“Aren’t you going to stop them?”

“Impossible.”

“You can’t stop them.”

The voices of our despairing subordinates reached us, but we couldn’t afford to listen.

And so, we made a bit of a mess.

There were three aircraft in formation, and we shot them all down while pretending to use anti-aircraft warning shots.

Nowadays, most aircraft are AI-controlled drones with dummy pilots, so there’s hardly any loss of life when a fighter jet is shot down.

We were advised to take paid leave after writing a reflection and a report, so we decided to take a break.

Now, I wonder how that osprey husband is doing.

~ Postscript

Hakuto Kitaumi, 30 years old. A 200 cm tall officer in the Self-Defense Forces, with a well-built and beautiful body. Her trademark is her white hair.

She is a commanding officer, bold and straightforward. She loves children and finds anything smaller than herself adorable, lifting them high with a big smile. Those who dislike her are terrified, while those who suit her see her as a kind of playground equipment.

Ojiro Kitaumi, 28 years old. An 180 cm tall officer, also in a senior position but a rank below Hakuto. Well-built and beautiful, with black hair except for a single white streak.

She is a pilot and field officer, often dragged around by Hakuto. She tried to recruit Hachikuma, but Hachikuma fled to a guard officer before the transfer.

In this world, same-sex marriages often form more as practical partnerships than romantic relationships.

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Chapter 92: The Girls’ Reflections and Discussion (Ayaha’s Perspective)

“Don’t forget to stay hydrated!”

“Yes!”

Seeing off the caretakers who helped us, I lay down again, still feeling a bit sluggish. This place where the girls, including myself, have been lying down, the changing room, is comfortably warm. The floor heating ensures it’s neither too hot nor too cold, making it quite pleasant. The after-bath sweat dries nicely, but we can’t stay here forever.

“That was amazing.”

I couldn’t help but murmur in a dreamy tone. The fact that I saw him naked, was held by him, felt his gentle hands, the heartbeat echoing between us more than I expected, the well-toned body, the melting warmth.

And that thing, standing erect like it was piercing the sky, pressing against my stomach.

I couldn’t help but think it might go in, or rather, that it should go in, though it didn’t go that far. Still, just that alone was enough to satisfy me, and now I just wanted to savor the afterglow.

Some of the girls, who had eagerly dressed and left, would probably use this as fuel for their fantasies.

Although it might be persistent to mention, everyone here is basically naked. The sight is overwhelmingly filled with skin, but I’m not interested in other women, so I don’t touch them. When I see them, I might appraise them inwardly. If they look particularly cool or cute, I might get interested, but it’s mostly just looking.

“By the way, do you think we can get in there?”

Raising my upper body, I muttered to no one in particular.

“That person is essentially the third official wife, and they look like a lovey-dovey couple.”

The reporter’s daughter responded.

“So that little girl is the third one.”

Since we couldn’t confirm it when she was here, that information is appreciated.

“What about the big one?”

“She’s the second official wife and bodyguard. As you can see, they’re usually together.”

“It’s tacky to interfere, right?”

It goes without saying.

“Isn’t it like getting kicked by a horse?”

Someone chimed in from somewhere.

“But it’s not forbidden to try to flirt with him.”

More voices joined in.

“So, we should subtly appeal without being a nuisance and actively flirt if there’s an opening?”

“Isn’t that hard?”

“Honestly, it’s uncharted territory.”

There’s hardly any chance to flirt.

“But just having someone to flirt with is a blessing, right?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

There are so few boys, let alone ones worth falling for, and I’ve never been given permission to fall for anyone.

“Boys themselves are an unknown existence.”

In urban areas, if you suddenly find one and stare at him out of curiosity, you could be sued as a pervert. It’s not just a joke.

You often see such incidents on the news nationwide.

“They’re like urban legends.”

With each word, responses kept coming. As expected from people from the same background, internet forum people, their thought processes and speeds are quick, and the conversation is fast.

Whether it’s productive or not is another matter.

“And I heard he’s also an official wife who sends money and has a fan club.”

At that casual remark, the atmosphere changed for a moment.

I thought I heard something about an employee route too, but it was probably kept quiet.

It suddenly began to turn into a high-level information war.

“Well, without knowing the exact amount of the remittance, we can’t be sure.”

A wife is supposed to support her husband.

“But isn’t it tactless to ask directly?”

Reluctantly, everyone nodded with difficult faces.

As girls seeking romance, they want to be connected by feelings. They want intangible things like love and affection. Money should be secondary.

Such pure feelings exist, but the group here paid their own way to be here, so they can’t ignore financial matters.

“But, information…”

“We’ve been silenced, right?”

“We can’t just ask online.”

“We can only say, ‘Go for it.'”

The kind and gentle man to the girls, like an urban legend, isn’t something you can deal with based on internet rumors alone.

“What about the previous Kohaku-sama?”

“He was kind, an absolute gentleman, the embodiment of justice.”

He was a great man from a long time ago, more than 20 years ago, so stories are blurry, and it’s hard to tell what’s true.

He was usually quiet, always smiling, greeting with hugs, washing gently when in the bath together, welcoming many concubines, causing a national uproar when he died, and even having many foreign VIPs attend his state funeral. But no specific financial details ever emerged.

The money matters are as hidden as a monk’s thoughts.

“But ideally, we’d want his offspring, right?”

I murmured the true desire of everyone here.

“What’s the alternative?”

“A mysterious test tube.”

One simple sentence brought a harsh reality crashing down. Just hearing it makes one sad.

It’s the cheapest route for subsidy support, saying, “Use it on the due date.”

It’s less burdensome on the mother than artificial insemination, but obviously, the success rate isn’t great.

“Honestly, it’s out of the question.”

No romance at all.

“Right.”

Everyone nodded in agreement.