How should I put it… It's honestly a miracle the police haven't been called yet. That's probably the right way to look at it.
Right now, the man in question—Hisui—is soaking leisurely in the bath.
No towel, no attempt to cover himself. Although, thankfully, the water is a bit cloudy, so it's not a completely clear view.
That said, his two bodyguards—who also appear to be his official wives—are flanking him on either side, so observing him from up close is pretty much impossible.
Also, there's quite the height difference between the two of them. One looks about 200cm tall? A stunning beauty, even from a woman's perspective. The other is more like 140cm—visually, she looks like a middle-school-aged beauty.
…Wait, are they really just bodyguards?
No, no—given how close they are to him, it's more accurate to say they're wives.
Assuming he has three official wives, these must be two of them. That seems like the most natural conclusion.
Because of the acoustics in the bathhouse, I can't even hold a strategy meeting with the journalist girl beside me.
Which means all I can do is compare myself to those two—treat them as the upper and lower bounds, and see where I fit in.
I'm 168cm tall and weigh 60kg. I'm confident in my looks and my chest. I think I could be a contender. Then again, with zero romantic prospects or chances to compare myself, I can't say for sure.
Not that he's going to approach me anyway, so it's probably a moot point.
Everyone else must be going through the same kind of internal strategy meeting, because their eyes are all slightly glazed over. And yet they're also watching Hisui with intense focus, unconsciously inching closer, little by little.
Even from a fellow woman's perspective, the atmosphere is honestly kind of terrifying.
"By the way, where's Misago?"
A sudden voice echoed through the air—a calm, low voice, clearly belonging to the only man present, Hisui.
They say men's voices are naturally lower than women's, but his voice sounds unusually deep for someone his size.
Wait, does that mean he's already gone through puberty? If so, maybe I shouldn't be mentally referring to him as "the boy" anymore.
"Her inbox got flooded with inquiries, so she's off putting out fires," said the smaller girl with a sigh.
Internally, I apologize on behalf of our kind—yeah, our side definitely caused that mess. Sorry.
"Why not just use a bulk template response?" he asked, looking genuinely concerned.
He didn't have any of the arrogance often associated with powerful men. Nor did he seem submissive or overly self-deprecating. He just sounded... natural.
"They're too earnest for that kind of thing," the little one replied.
Probably because they didn't have many visitors until now, so they're a bit overprotective of the ones they do get.
But honestly, when things blow up online, ignoring it is usually the best policy.
"In that sense, everyone here is a lucky pick. They came here knowing it was a long shot, and took action anyway."
His unexpected praise made everyone freeze in shock. We had been fully bracing for him to call us perverts or scold us—maybe even alert the authorities.
Just... who is this girl? There's something incredibly mature about her, despite her youthful appearance.
"I see. So you're good at reading the situation and acting accordingly," he added.
The added praise left us all in a bit of a panic. Internally, I'm screaming: I'm sorry! I'm just a young idiot who channeled her youth into pure lust!
Even as I'm ashamed of myself, I can't help feeling a strange sense of pride. My cheeks flush—actually, my whole face feels hot.
I feel dizzy, like I'm ascending to heaven or something. But if I get out of the bath now, I won't be able to enjoy the view anymore.
And let's be real—there probably won't be a "next time."
"Alright then. You'd better get out before you all pass out," Hisui said gently.
He was being really considerate. And he was right—if someone collapsed here, it'd just cause trouble, especially for the next group scheduled to come in.
But still… his flushed skin, that faint pink glow… I wanted to look just a bit longer.
Wait—this is technically a bath that a beautiful boy just got out of. He was sweating earlier too. Some of those "gulp gulp" fangirls would probably sell their souls for a sip of this bathwater. What even am I thinking anymore?
"Well then, guess I'll get out for now," he said, rising from the water with a splash.
I think I caught a glimpse of the important bits as he got out. Maybe. But I don't have photographic memory, so it was all over before I could process anything.
My mouth moved but no sound came out. Just "Ah… ah… ah…" as my empty hands grasped at the air.
We gained nothing. Just the inevitable letdown, and the overwhelming heat frying our brains.
"Well then, see you later," Hisui said casually, waving.
To him, it was a light-hearted farewell. But for us, it was so much more. We just stared after him, like beasts who had forgotten how to speak.
"Phew…"
Suddenly, he stopped walking and let out a big sigh.
"Since you all drew the winning ticket this time… how about a hug as a reward?"
His voice echoed again, catching us off guard. The little girl turned to us with a sparkling smile and gave a cheerful thumbs-up. The tall one just buried her face in her hands.
We were stunned for a moment, then silently nodded to one another—and stepped out of the bath.