The Classic "TS Girl Takes a Bath" Scene

Karina-chan here. I'm a beautiful girl, so of course my body smells nice—but I still decided to go to the bath.

Apparently there's a bathhouse with communal baths!

Yes, this world has public bathhouses!

Turns out Solasidore had one too. I just never went.

You might wonder, with a low tech level, do they really have the luxury to pour water and fuel around like that? But this is a world with magic, so that part isn't a problem at all.

Besides, bathhouses existed even in the Edo period, right?

They say there were some around 2000 BC, so there's nothing to nitpick. They exist. So I'll just go in because they exist.

This is a survey of an isekai bathhouse.

… I don't smell, okay? I smell nice.

Alright, focus—bath time.

First, the exterior: stone foundation, white plaster walls. A noren hangs at the entrance… A noren? A sentō, huh. Yep, it's a sentō.

I went through the blue noren and saw there was a shoe locker.

I had thoughts, but for now I took off my shoes and shoved them in. The key was one of those slotted wooden boards.

A wooden slat floor made it easy to walk even barefoot. There was even a front desk—very sentō-like.

I'm surprised an isekai bathhouse resembles a Japanese sentō this closely. Maybe when you optimize the "bathhouse" function, you end up with the same format—

—Like hell you do!

This was totally made by a transmigrator or something. No doubt. I'd never even been to a sentō this on-the-nose back in Japan. It was way too elaborate.

I wonder if there are others besides me the Goddess threw into this world. Or maybe the Goddess had it built for fun? She did seem pointlessly knowledgeable about Japan.

Maybe there's a plaque around here about the history of sentō… No? Then whatever. Even if there are other transmigrators, it doesn't really matter to me.

Philistines with no sense of foreign flavor… or maybe, precisely because it's a foreign land, they built it out of nostalgia for a Japan they can't return to? Hmmm.

Anyway, enough about unknown transmigrators—time to bathe.

I paid the bathing fee to the attendant—some grandpa or grandma, couldn't tell since I couldn't really see them. One mid copper—a reasonable price. Maybe a bit fancy for every day use, but there seemed to be a decent number of customers.

Oh, they sell soap and towels too? I'll take them. A cute little single-use soap. The towel isn't a rental but a purchase—one large copper. Okay, okay.

The changing room. Also very sentō-esque. Shelves with baskets for your clothes.

In these past few days I'd gotten used to it, so I smoothly stripped and was stark naked in an instant.

"Alright, time for a nice hot soak!"

I stepped into the baths full of enthusiasm—and a wave of gazes hit me. Hey, old man, what are you looki—

… Oh crap, I'm a girl right now!!

"M-my apologies! I erred!! Pardon me!"

I spun on my heels, snatched up my clothes from the basket, and sprinted for the red noren.

That was close… Did they see my boobs? Was my lower half safe? I was covering with the towel!

"Whew, that was scary… Haa…"

I let out a breath in the women's changing room.

From next door I heard, "There's a flasher!" "Where'd she run off to!? I'll scrub your back for you!" "Hey, someone dropped women's underwear!"—but I ignored it… Wait, did I drop my underwear? Huh? No, that's right here. Not mine then. Yikes.

Alright, take two—bath time for real.

But the air had this steamy sweet scent… Is the bathwater different from the men's? Different stock, huh!?

"Hehe… Well, I'm a girl right now too. Mm-hmm, can't be helped, can't be helped."

Onward to the garden of women! I stepped into the women's bath.

 

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Man, the aunties doted on me so much.

"Ahaha, first bath since leaving your village, huh? Silly girl, going into the men's by mistake."

"So you bathed with the menfolk back in the village? One of those places where the women use a communal bath? Happens sometimes. But in town, only kids who can't wean from mama's milk do that."

"In the red-light district there are places that do that kind of business, but this is the lord's bathhouse, so don't do that here, okay?"

That's the vibe. Small talk in the tub. Reality sure is harsh.

Haah, much obliged. Thanks. Yep, thanks.

… Honestly, my own chest felt lewder than the aunties', which made me embarrassed in a different way. The firmness, the youth… the "combat-ready" vibe?

"You've got a great body. Let me give 'em a squeeze—feels like good luck."

"… If you buy me a fruit milk later?"

"Cheeky, aren't you! Then you can squeeze mine too. Raised five kids—might bless you with child-rearing luck."

"Haha. With Granny Maria's, you might even get safe delivery luck."

"Woo, thank you kindly."

"Kari-chan, can I have a feel too? Haven't done it with the hubby in a while."

Well, you know how it is.

Just having meat on your chest doesn't make it boobs.

I think I finally get what the Goddess meant by, "Shame is the ultimate spice."

Oh, and the fruit milk they treated me to was delicious.

It wasn't in a bottle but a cup, and apparently it's polite to chug it with a hand on your hip. Puhah.