“Muha!”
A stranger’s voice resounded through the deep forest.
The man, with lustrous black hair reaching down to his waist and a well-muscled physique, seemed unfazed by the cold weather of the north.
Above his head, a full moon mysteriously spread out.
“Muha—”
Raising his voice towards the void, he brought his fingers together and whistled sharply.
Kreeeak—
From a far corner of the sky, a bizarre cry echoed as a large shadow cast itself against the heavens.
A smile crept onto the angular jaw of the man.
“You’re late.”
Soon after, a rustling sound cleaved the air, and a condor as large as a house—Muha—arrived before him.
“What took you so long?”
He approached Muha without hesitation, and gently stroked its black feathers.
“That’s fine. But you’ll have to adapt quickly, alright?”
As he muttered something while pressing his forehead against Muha’s crown, the large eyes of the bird blinked gently.
He rubbed between the condor’s eyes while singing.
“Ooh, shining blonde hair, and eyes more like the sun than anything else. Just looking makes you feel blinded.”
His voice was sweet.
At the sound of the song, Muha excitedly flapped its wings.
He smiled and continued to stroke Muha’s feathers.
“Even if Bercheria has forgotten us for now, she’ll remember soon. Don’t worry, Muha.”
His bronzed skin shimmered as it caught the moonlight.
“Just hold on a little longer, even if you miss her.”
[Star Icon] Lakrahan lifted Bercheria’s small face with his thumb and index finger.Golden eyes met his in confusion.
“We need to suck out the poison.”
Lakrahan whispered in a low voice.
A snakebite mark remained in the middle of her small chin.
There was no time to hesitate.
If the poison spread, the situation would worsen.
“Shh.”
Lakrahan lowered his head and sucked hard on Bercheria’s chin.
Her normally unflappable body felt rigid.
To prevent her from collapsing, Lakrahan supported one side of her with his leg.
Due to the force of his suction, a strained breath escaped her lips.
“Ah.”
Bercheria tightly shut her eyelids, feeling dizzy.
Kissing and having her chin entirely inside his mouth were on completely different levels.
Having sucked out the snake’s poison, he spat it onto the ground.
As his face came close again, Bercheria blocked Lakrahan’s chest with her hand.
“Um, wait a moment.”
“There’s still more.”
The bitten area was dangerously close to her face, and if mishandled, the poison could travel down to her throat.
If her airway became blocked, she could lose her life.
Throughout this process, Bercheria’s face flushed crimson.
Turning her head was futile; she was trapped in Lakrahan’s arms and couldn’t escape.
“Could you lift your head a bit?”
He gently lifted Bercheria’s face with his fingertips to meet his gaze.
“We should still keep an eye on her. She’s completely drained right now, so it could be even more dangerous.”
Tatiana and the woman were still talking, separated by a tree.
Lakrahan never took his eyes off Bercheria.
He carefully observed the line that went from her small, clenched jaw to her slender, elongated neck.
Bercheria tried not to be conscious of Lakrahan’s gaze.
She attempted to focus all her attention on Tatiana, but it wasn’t easy.
Her entire nervous system seemed to be drawn to where Lakrahan’s eyes touched.
She was flustered by an experience she had never had before in her life.
Heat rushed to her face and her heart pounded loudly.
He was so close that it felt like he could hear her heartbeat.
“When do we have to stay like this?”
“Just a little longer.”
Lakrahan’s earlobes flushed pink as he whispered.
“Lakrahan. Say something.”
The winter forest was quiet, but the sound of the wind made it difficult to hear.
“Hmm. I was going to discuss this later, but I’m thinking of keeping the wedding as simple as possible.”
“Ah, yes.”
Bercheria’s voice barely squeaked out.
Until now, the word “wedding” had not really sunk in, but standing this close made her feel strangely uneasy.
“We’ve only been together when Timothy calls us, but from now on, it seems we should be together all day.”
“It’s fine…”
Bercheria, about to say it was fine, quietly closed her mouth.
Being bitten by a snake and struggling was not a topic of conversation one should be having.
“I usually wake up at dawn to read books in the study or library. After that, I receive reports from the knights and have breakfast.”
Bercheria gulped down the dry air.
Noticing her throat convulsing, Lakrahan slightly averted his gaze.
“After that, I patrol the castle. Then I train with the knights, and my afternoon activities usually involve tasks necessary in the village or meeting the citizens.”
She already knew he was a busy man.
However, the more tightly packed schedule felt burdensome to Bercheria, who usually spent her days at ease.
“We have to go through all the schedules together. That’s the only way it’ll have meaning.”
“Yes.”
“And another thing. From now on, let’s drop the formalities. It would look strange to people if a husband speaks formally to his young wife.”
My Ex-Girlfriend Is The Regent In The Female-dominant World (Male lead transmigrates to the matriarchal world)
Two years ago, Gu Sui picked up a homeless woman in ancient costume from the street.
Apart from occasionally claiming to be a princess from a female-dominant country due to illness, her figure, appearance, intelligence, and martial arts skills were impeccable.
Naturally evolving from roommates to girlfriends, as time went on, Gu Sui found it increasingly difficult to tolerate her queen syndrome.
“Mu Jiulu, can you stop controlling me inside and out? Let’s break up.”
Gu Sui made a breakup call, and since then, he couldn’t find any trace of her.
A year later, Gu Sui, who was planning to move, woke up the next day and found himself in a different place.
“Young Master, today is the day you choose your Wife-master through martial arts competition at Jade Dew Pavilion. Please get up quickly.”
Gu Sui: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
As the only son of a general’s mansion in a female-dominant dynasty, the young empress personally issued a decree allowing Gu Sui to select his Wife-master through martial arts competition. Whoever could defeat him could marry him.
Gu Sui: “……”
He didn’t inherit the original owner’s martial prowess, so anyone could defeat him! And what the hell is a Wife-master?
Forced to come to Jade Dew Pavilion, the densely packed women below made Gu Sui’s agoraphobia act up, and his face was full of resistance.
Until he saw the Regent sitting on the second floor, with a smile on the corner of her lips, her eyes wicked and nonchalant.
Hmm… she looked a little familiar.
It turned out that the Regent also found him a little familiar.
Mu Jiulu fiddled with her bone clasp, her deep gaze locked on the man who was out of place in this world.
“Finally, I found you.”
Male transmigrates into female-dominant world
One-sentence summary: What goes around comes around, taking turns in the crematorium
