The Classic "TS Girl Takes a Bath" Scene

Karina-chan here. As a beautiful girl, my body naturally smells lovely — but I still decided to visit the baths.

Apparently there's a bathhouse with communal baths!

Yes, this world has public bathhouses!

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

You might wonder how they can afford to use so much water and fuel at such a low tech level. But this is a world with magic, so that's not a problem at all.

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

They say bathhouses existed as far back as 2000 BC, so there's nothing to nitpick. They exist, so I'll use them.

Consider this a field study 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 some thoughts about that, but for now I slipped off my shoes and stowed them inside. 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 built by a transmigrator or something. No doubt about it. I'd never even been to a sentō this authentic back in Japan. It was way too elaborate.

I wonder if the Goddess threw others besides me into this world. Or maybe she had this place built just for fun? She did seem suspiciously 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 appreciation for exotic culture… or maybe, precisely because they're in a foreign land, they built it out of nostalgia for a Japan they can never 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 could barely see them. One mid copper — a reasonable price. Maybe a bit pricey for everyday 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.

After the past few days, I'd gotten used to this body, so I smoothly stripped down 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 heel, snatched my clothes from the basket, and sprinted for the red noren.

That was close… Did they see my chest? Was my lower half safe? I was covering it 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 some women's underwear!" — but I ignored it… Wait, did I drop my underwear? Huh? No, it's right here. Not mine then. Yikes.

Alright, take two — bath time for real.

But the air here had this steamy, sweet scent… Is the bathwater different from the men's side? A different blend, 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 everyone shares a communal bath? Happens sometimes. But in town, only kids still nursing at mama's breast do that."

"In the red-light district there are places that offer that sort of thing, but this is the lord's bathhouse, so don't try 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 somehow felt lewder than the aunties', which embarrassed me in a different way. The firmness, the youthfulness… that "ready for action" look?

"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 little thing! Fine, you can squeeze mine too. Raised five kids with these — might bless you with child-rearing luck."

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

"Woo, thank you kindly."

"Kari-chan, can I cop a feel too? Haven't gotten any from the hubby in a while."

Well, you know how it is.

Just having flesh on your chest doesn't make them 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 came in a cup rather than a bottle, and apparently it's customary to chug it with one hand on your hip. Puhah.