Mitarai Ichiro was very experienced in keeping his superiors happy. Even though he knew that both guests would cheat, he still patiently played with them, occasionally giving them free wins so that they could all have a great time.
As for the other colleague, well, let's just let things take their course.
Because the two guests were having so much fun, Ichiro Mitarai stayed with them in the hot spring for two or three hours, and even though he suspected his skin was getting wrinkled from soaking, he still didn't see any sign that the two guests wanted to stop.
Mitarai Ichiro began to panic, and his entire body began to contract.
It's very simple, everyone has to go to the bathroom.
He began to have a strong urge to urinate, but his previous diary entry mentioned that the owner here was very concerned about the cleanliness of the water.
In the bathhouses of Earth, guests often sneakily contaminate the water when no one is watching. However, in this world governed by rules, Ichiro Mitarai wouldn't dare to attempt such a thing. Aside from the fact that a colleague is already supervising in the pool, what if his actions were discovered? Would he be executed on the spot by the owner?
After much hesitation, Mitarai Ichiro raised his flushed face, mainly because he was holding it in:
"Excuse me, sir, may I step outside for a moment?"
Because the two guests were so happy, Futakuchi-onna readily agreed: "Alright, let's take a break. We've been playing mahjong all night and haven't had a proper soak in the hot spring."
You guys know that too?
Mitarai Ichiro was the one who was using the most brain cells in this mahjong game. He was complaining in his heart, but still had a warm smile on his face: "I'll be right back."
Quickly emerging from the milk bath, Mitarai Ichiro left the bath room and began searching for the restroom.
Fortunately, this instance replicates a bathhouse in Japan, where most people love to soak in hot springs. Mitarai Ichiro had no cultural barriers here and easily found the location of the restroom.
Remembering the previous rules, he bowed directly to the restroom and said, "Hello, I'm so sorry to bother you."
He then quickly went to the second stall in the restroom to relieve himself. After finishing, Mitarai Ichiro didn't forget to flush the toilet, preparing to hurry back.
"Da da da".
At that moment, someone knocked on the partition in the cubicle on the left.
Mitarai Ichiro was taken aback. He thought that he had just flushed the toilet and it would be inappropriate to pretend that he was not there. However, he was also afraid that this was not the kind of "person" he should approach and that it would cause him trouble. For a moment, he did not know how to start the conversation.
"Da da da. Da da da! Da da da!!!"
Seemingly dissatisfied with Mitarai Ichiro's silence, the banging on the partition grew louder and louder. At first, it seemed to be banging with fingers, but then it started to become banging with the palm of the hand, and even banging with the fist.
This isn't just knocking on a partition, it's smashing down a wall!
If before Mitarai Ichiro was only struggling with whether or not to speak, now he was completely afraid to speak, lest the "person" next door question him about why he hadn't spoken earlier.
With such a commotion, why hasn't anyone come to check?
He could feel the partition trembling violently from the pounding, as if the user next door wanted to tear it down. They rushed over, grabbed him by the collar, slammed him against the wall, and gave him a good beating.
Mitarai Ichiro was on the verge of tears, praying that employees from the hot spring resort could come and save him while his mind raced.
None of the chosen ones who have been selected today will simply sit idly by and wait for their doom.
Mitarai Ichiro was in the same boat. Because he didn't know whether the person knocking on the partition next door was a colleague or a guest, he didn't make any rash decisions. Unexpectedly, the situation is becoming more and more critical, and it seems that he has to come up with a solution.
No colleagues came to stop it, either because they couldn't hear it or because they didn't think it was important.
Therefore, one can only save oneself.
With that in mind, Mitarai Ichiro packed his things, quickly opened the door, rushed to the back, bowed, and said, "Goodbye, thank you very much!" Finally, he quickly left the restroom.
The loud knocking stopped the moment he stepped out of the restroom.
Just in case, he quickly returned to the milk bath, where the two female monsters were still soaking. One of them, Futakuchi-onna, was completely submerged, with only her head above the water.
Whenever she tilts her head back, bubbles start blowing from the back of her head.
She seemed to be having a lot of fun.
Hyakume-ki closed all her eyes, seemingly enjoying the feeling of being surrounded by the warm spring water, but it's also possible that she closed her eyes because opening them in the milk would sting them.
"It's pretty fast."
Futakuchi-onna glanced at Mitarai Ichiro, stared at what was behind him for several seconds, and then suddenly chuckled.
Mitarai Ichiro felt a chill run down his spine from that laugh, but he didn't dare to look back. He simply took off his slippers and stepped into the milky-white bath, slowly approaching Hyakume, trying to find solace for his soul and protection for his body.
Sensing someone approaching, Doumeki abruptly opened her eyes above the water's surface. Upon seeing it was Mitarai Ichiro, she comfortably closed her eyes again and pulled him directly to her side: "What's wrong, little sister? You look scared?"
"Just now in the restroom... one of the stalls was locked."
This is why he entered the second cubicle, and the knocking sound that followed came from that room.
"I went to the toilet next to it, and it kept knocking on my wall."
Mitarai Ichiro shrank back and leaned against Hyakume, not caring whether he was a gigolo or not; his safety was the most important thing.
Hyakume didn't even open his eyes, and lazily chuckled, saying, "Look how scared you are... Futakuchi, don't scare little girls. But that guy still hasn't come out of the toilet?"
The second half of the sentence was clearly not spoken to Mitarai Ichiro.
Futakuchi-onna smoothly picked up on the conversation: "Seriously, if you only have a head left, why don't you go to the toilet alone? You can't even flush the toilet properly every time, and you have to gamble that someone next door will come and flush it for you."
I understand.
I understand completely.
Mitarai Ichiro had already pictured a scene in his mind: "A head, unable to press the flush button, bangs its head against the partition next to it, only to be startled and run away from the next stall."
Without vocal cords, the head cannot make a sound, so this is the only way to ask for help... And in this condition, why do I still need to go to the toilet?
What kind of monster is this?
Mitarai Ichiro listed several similar ghosts he knew in his mind, but he wasn't sure which one it was.
"Never mind him. If he's locked in the toilet all night, the boss will come and open the door to rescue him the next day." Futakuchi chuckled as she said this, "It's just that he'll probably have to pay for another day."
"Then... will he hate me?"
Mitarai Ichiro suddenly realized a rather ominous possibility and became somewhat frightened.
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