Chapter 4
Chapter 4
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 4
Chapter Title: Bathhouse Blunder
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I'd chased off those mercenary punks. Thanks to that, I could put off cleaning the bathhouse for a bit.
But what's this?
The next guests arrived. A party of three women.
They paid upfront for a long-term stay. A full thirty days, no less.
"Here are your room keys."
Innkeeper Denis's mouth curved up so high it nearly touched her ears.
"Need dinner? Or maybe a bath? Our inn has a bathhouse out back."
"...Later."
"I'll get it ready for you then."
Denis beamed back at them. Then she shot me a look.
Meaning: Go clean the bathhouse right now.
"Sigh."
I let out a heavy sigh and stood up.
Cleaning was my job. In exchange for letting me stay at the inn, that was the task Denis had assigned me.
I headed straight for the bathhouse. On the way, I felt eyes boring into me.
...Why are they staring?
The culprits were the three mysterious women in robes. Our new guests.
Before leaving the inn, I glanced back at them. They pretended not to notice and headed upstairs.
They weren't even sneaking peeks. Staring openly then bolting like that was ridiculous.
Even Gunta, who'd become a woman now, hadn't stared that blatantly.
"What weirdos."
Shaking my head, I went to the bathhouse. It was a separate building behind the inn.
Way too fancy for an inn of this level.
In a normal world, something like this couldn't exist in this era. An ondol-style bathhouse? The whole concept of public baths might not even make sense.
But it did here. This was the world of the NTR Tsukuru Game, after all.
Bathhouses, condoms, all sorts of lewd tools—they fit right in.
Scrub-a-dub-dub!
I grabbed the stiff-bristled brush and scoured the floor. Nothing beat it for scrubbing bathroom tiles.
I stretched my back, flipping off my reflection in the mirror.
"Man, this is rough."
Was it because I was a tough guy used to blood and violence?
Cleaning felt harder than taking down Gunta and his crew. Chores like this—stuff women usually did—weren't my thing at all.
Wiping away limescale buildup. Scrubbing mold before it could form. Straightening scattered baskets and soap bars.
"Phew...!"
Thirty minutes for the men's bath. Now the women's.
Just in case, I set up a foldable "Cleaning in Progress" sign out front.
I kept at it fast. Cleaning was tough to start, but once you got momentum, it flew by.
Men's bath: thirty minutes. Women's: twenty.
Worth grinding to level 99. My strength and stamina crushed it—spots that'd take others ten scrubs, I handled in one.
As I finished up and headed out, I heard footsteps outside. Someone entered the changing room.
I'd definitely put up the sign.
No other guests at the inn. Just those long-term stay women...
No one else but those weird staring ladies. So the ones in the changing room had to be them.
Better get out quick.
I gathered my tools and slipped out of the bathhouse. I sharpened all my senses to avoid bumping into them.
A former Hero at level 99? Tricking some rural inn guests was child's play.
Easier than falling off a log, pie in the sky, money for nothing. Simpler than the freebie trifecta.
I muffled my steps and crept through the changing room. Moving as stealthily as possible to dodge the guests.
Rustle rustle, slide.
Clothes coming off echoed from afar. Once I tuned in, it sounded like it was right next to me.
I could sense their curves. The friction of bare skin against air, vibrations rippling out to touch my own.
I didn't want to know, but I did.
Damn my skills!
My Hero-honed senses were picking up private info I had no business knowing.
This was perversion on a superhuman level. Plagued by guilt, I hurried my steps.
Whoa, calm down.
Not caring about my turmoil, my dick twitched on its own. Imagining the guests' naked bodies.
...They're gorgeous.
Brain and balls swapped notes on the sensations.
My brain praised the glamorous nudes. My glans was already leaking a bit.
"Pfft."
As I snuck out carefully, laughter rang out.
I hadn't used sight among my senses. Not looking was my bare minimum conscience.
But my head kept trying to turn.
Don't look. You can't look.
No helping it. I had to know why they were laughing.
Killing reason, unleashing instinct, I peeked—just a bit.
I scanned their faces and bodies. A split-second glance, burned into my eyes.
"Isn't that the inn staff guy? The one from the lobby earlier?"
Black hair cascading to her waist, full perky breasts.
"What are you doing here?"
Blonde ponytail, lightly tanned bronze skin brimming with healthy allure, toned abs.
"You weren't trying to peep, were you?"
White shoulder-length bob, sharp half-lidded eyes full of spirit, piercing gaze.
Stunning women—naked in the lewdest way—staring right at me.
Jackpot...!
All three had killer figures. Just looking sent blood rushing south.
Locked in this world for seven years now. Women this hot? First since the heroines.
Not just isekai life—never in my whole damn existence.
Breasts and asses? Bigger the better.
Dicks too. Larger was superior.
Though folks with monster sizes had their woes.
Still, how'd they spot me? I'd hidden my presence perfectly.
From their eyes, they'd clocked my every move. Stares locked dead on me.
I forced an awkward grin.
"Ahaha... I put up a sign at the entrance. Did you miss it?"
"Cleaning in Progress."
No way they'd ignored it. Probably just overlooked.
Still, best to say it. Not my fault—yours.
Pin responsibility clear.
"Heh, a sign? Must've missed it."
"Ah..."
The women didn't bother covering up. Bodies like sculptures—who could blame them?
Downright confident, even.
If I'd isekai'd as a hung stud, I'd flaunt it too on Hero strength.
No such luck. Me flashing around? I'd get pummeled.
Mocked as un-Hero-like.
"...I'll make sure to set it up better next time. Sorry."
First things first—get out of the changing room.
I apologized to the guests while quickening my pace. On the surface, it looked like my screw-up, so head down.
They didn't grab me or make a fuss. Open-minded types?
Didn't seem to mind the exposure.
Lucky break.
I stashed the brush and buckets in the outdoor cleaning closet and headed back to the inn. At the counter, Denis and Lisa sat chatting away.
Denis spotted me and called out.
"Done already? Took you long enough."
"Yeah, whew."
The incident kept replaying in my head. Couldn't let Lisa see me flustered, so I cleared my mind.
"The long-term guests said they wanted to bathe."
"Did they?"
Ran into them there. Hope they enjoy it.
In the bath I scrubbed spotless.
Just cleaned it too. Them jumping in right after and getting it filthy? Not a great look, guests or not.
"Go tell them in their room. Cleaning's done."
"...Pardon?"
"Huh?"
Denis tilted her head at my confusion.
"Tell them. Bathhouse is ready now."
Hard to wrap my head around.
"They went already. To the bathhouse."
"What?"
Now Denis looked puzzled. We weren't connecting.
"The guests are at the bathhouse?"
"Yeah, just now. Good timing I finished. Would've been a mess otherwise."
Truth was, the mess already happened. Male cleaner peeped on female guests' nudes.
Complaint? I'd have zero defense!
Even if their mistake, it'd be our fault. Service industry rules.
Kept it secret. No need to borrow trouble.
Denis didn't press on the guests slipping off to bathe unannounced.
"You must feel grimy."
She just shrugged it off. Long-term guests and all. As long as no tantrums, she'd let it slide.
What choice did we have? We could barely afford proper customers.
...But could Denis really miss them heading out?
Coming down from upstairs passed right by her counter view.
What gives?
Something felt off—more than one thing.
...Skills aside. They look familiar somehow.
Their faces, bodies—ringing bells somewhere.