How Can a Soldier Be So Fair? (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
A remote village far from the capital.
Deep in the uninhabited mountains stood a single, worn-down hut.
Had it not been for the smoke rising from its chimney, no one would have guessed it was inhabited.
Shin Woong, the hut’s elderly owner whose hair had turned snow-white, was treating Geon, who lay before him.
A needle threaded with silk moved swiftly back and forth between Geon’s skin and the air.
Though the old man’s fingers were thick and calloused, the skill emanating from his fingertips was as delicate as any housewife’s needlework.
Soon after finishing the treatment, Shin Woong broke the silence.
“I’ve finished stitching.”
Geon checked his neatly sutured wound and slowly sat up.
Shin Woong continued speaking as he tidied his medical instruments.
“How on earth did you end up like this again?”
Shin Woong worried about Geon, who always arrived with grave injuries.
He asked with a sigh about how it had happened, but as always, he received only silence in return.
Without a word, Geon dressed himself and fastened his collar.
Accustomed to one-sided conversations, Shin Woong carried on by himself.
“A little later, and you would’ve bled to death.”
Shin Woong clicked his tongue and stood up.
“Thankfully, you received proper first aid. Though the final stitching is a bit rough, you survived—that’s what matters. You timed it well.”
Having finished arranging his tools, Shin Woong shifted his gaze to a neatly folded red ribbon placed on the shelf.
“The owner of that ribbon must have treated you, my lord?”
Shin Woong picked up the ribbon and handed it to Geon.
On the clean, carefully washed ribbon, a pink lotus embroidery caught Geon’s eye.
“That woman is the one who saved your life. You were nearly gone.”
Geon gazed at the red ribbon, recalling the day he’d met the woman.
She truly was a peculiar one.
She seemed afraid of him yet acted with surprising ease—strangely contradictory.
At first, her audacious attitude had annoyed him, but now that image in his memory felt refreshingly vivid.
Seeing that his treatment was progressing well, he wondered if her boldness hadn’t been entirely misplaced.
Geon gently tucked the ribbon Shin Woong had handed him into his chest.
Just as the lotus embroidery stood out clearly on the red ribbon, the woman’s image was now vividly stitched into his mind.
The day for volunteer enlistment into Prince Gwang Ho’s unit had arrived.
At the nearby training grounds, cleared on a low hillside, registration began for those wishing to join Prince Gwang Ho’s forces.
Children, elders, monks, outcasts—
People of all ages and social standings came, making it seem as though every vagrant from across the land had gathered there.
Among them stood Yeon Woo, disguised in Yeon Ho’s clothing, pacing nervously.
Anxious, she glanced left and right, then gave herself one final check.
“I’ve worn the manggeon properly, the gat fits, and my jacket is fastened well.”
She’d borrowed them—or rather, stolen them, if one spoke honestly.
Adjusting the gat she’d taken from Yeon Ho’s room, she tied its strings tightly so they wouldn’t come loose.
Though it was her first time wearing a manggeon and gat, they suited her surprisingly well.
She’d struggled adjusting to these unfamiliar items, but once worn, she found her reflection quite presentable—no less refined than any other young gentleman.
She tightened her core and tested a low-pitched voice into the air.
“Ahem, greetings. Good day to you?”
She was trying her best to mimic the masculine tones she’d heard in marketplaces.
Yet all that came out was a voice that sounded neither fully female nor convincingly male.
To someone unfamiliar, she might pass for an adolescent boy going through puberty—just barely acceptable.
“Well then, time to go in.”
Yeon Woo took a deep breath and clenched her sweaty fists tightly.
This was only the beginning.
If her deception were uncovered, the punishment wouldn’t be light.
She had only one chance—she needed to look unmistakably like a man.
Swallowing hard, Yeon Woo took a step toward her dream of independence.
“The youngest son of Chief Secretary Hong Jae Man, you say?”
At the entrance to the outdoor training grounds,
the registrar narrowed his eyes and scrutinized Yeon Woo suspiciously.
He’d never heard that Hong Jae Man even had a youngest son.
Though volunteers were accepted regardless of status or age, he clearly wanted to verify identities thoroughly.
Anticipating this hurdle, Yeon Woo feigned composure and recited her prepared explanation.
“Yes. Since I rarely go out, it’s understandable you wouldn’t know of me.”
The registrar had never seen a man with such refined features around these parts.
Had there been a person with such an odd aura—neither clearly male nor female—he surely would’ve remembered.
“Your identification tag?”
Still suspicious, the registrar demanded proof of her claimed identity.
“Well… I’m only fifteen this year, so I haven’t received my tag yet.”
Of course, she wouldn’t have a male-only identification tag—being a woman—but claiming she was too young to have received one would suffice.
The registrar still looked unconvinced.
“I’ve never heard talk of a youngest son…”
They desperately needed soldiers, yet eligible men were scarce.
With so many bribing their way out of military service, every capable recruit was precious.
“Hmm…”
Though slight of build, this supposed youngest son looked sturdy enough to handle soldier duties.
Deciding to let her through, the registrar handed her a wooden token marked with a number and asked,
“All right, I’ll take your word. But seriously—do you really plan to take the martial arts test dressed like that?”
Relieved to have convinced him, Yeon Woo sighed—but it was too soon to relax.
“Martial arts test?”
Wasn’t volunteering enough?
She wasn’t even applying as an officer—why a martial arts test? Yeon Woo was utterly bewildered.
“Good grief! Just because we’re desperate for soldiers and accept anyone regardless of status or age, did you think we’d take just any vagrant and pay them good grain and coin?”
“T-then… what exactly will the test be?”
Yeon Woo asked tensely.
“What else? A martial arts test! If I told you what it was beforehand, would that even count as a test?”
His answer made Yeon Woo’s head spin.
She had no idea what to expect.
Unaware of her inner turmoil, the registrar calmly added,
“But really—are you sure you’ll take the test dressed like that?”
“What’s wrong with how I look?”
Seeing Yeon Woo’s genuinely puzzled expression, the registrar stared at her as if she were the strangest person he’d ever met.
“How do you expect to perform martial arts in those wide sleeves?”
“Oh…!”
Only then did Yeon Woo look down at her own attire and compare it to the other volunteers’.
All around her, regardless of age, the other recruits wore simple, loose cotton or hemp clothing, with only a topknot on their heads for ease of movement.
Meanwhile, she stood out absurdly—wearing a gat and manggeon (items never used at training grounds) and a fluttering silk robe with wide sleeves.
Her elegant scholar’s garb, the kind worn by yangban sons or literati, was utterly mismatched for a weapons training ground.
All the clothes she owned were Yeon Ho’s.
Though he’d never passed the civil service exams, Yeon Ho loved imitating successful yangban—so all his clothing was overly ornate and designed to look noble.
Those very clothes had only added to her discomfort today.
Taking the martial arts test in Yeon Ho’s clothes was clearly impractical.
The gat and manggeon could be removed easily enough—but not the sleeves.
Worried, she asked,
“Then what should I do?”
“Just take off your top.”
The registrar’s casual suggestion to strip made Yeon Woo’s face flush crimson.
How could she, a woman, possibly remove her upper garment among all these men?!
Flustered, she stammered in protest,
“H-how can I possibly undress in front of strangers I’ve just met?!”
“If you’re going to fuss like that, just give up! You’re not a woman—are you some timid boy? Honestly! Tsk!”
The registrar clicked his tongue, clearly unimpressed.
For a man, removing his top for a test would be no issue.
But Yeon Woo was a woman—that was the problem.
As she agonized over whether to endure the discomfort or forfeit, a sweet, rescuing voice spoke from behind her.
“If it’s alright with you, you can borrow my clothes.”
Relieved to hear such welcome words, Yeon Woo turned to see who’d spoken.
Her savior appeared to be a young man about her age.
His features balanced between handsome youth and refined gentleman, giving off a fresh, open impression.
Though slender, his broad shoulders exuded masculinity.
He wore ordinary clothing like the other volunteers, yet carried a unique presence that set him apart from the crowd.
Having already registered, he spoke with ease,
“I couldn’t help overhearing your conversation—it sounded rather dire. Luckily, I have an extra set of clothes on hand.”
He offered a smile—whether genuinely kind or hiding some ulterior motive, she couldn’t tell.
But Yeon Woo had no time to ponder his intentions.
Just as cold water is the sweetest relief to someone suffering summer heat, his voice felt like pure salvation to her.
When he handed her the spare clothes, she accepted them gratefully.
“Thank you so much! I’ll shamelessly accept your kindness and wear them.”
The registrar waved them off impatiently, as if shooing away a pesky fly.
The young man and Yeon Woo naturally walked together toward the test grounds.
The stranger stole glances at Yeon Woo walking beside him.
Fair skin, delicate features, a slender frame that looked as if a strong breeze might carry her away—
She seemed much smaller than him, possibly due to delayed growth, and appeared nothing more than a greenhorn.
“You’re clearly much younger, so it should be fine if I drop formalities, right?”
“Oh, yes—please speak freely.”
“Good! Then I’ll be casual. My name is Lee Dae Bok. And you, sir, who arrives at the training grounds in scholar’s robes—might I ask your name?”
“I’m Hong Yeon Woo. Thanks to you, I narrowly avoided disaster. How can I ever repay this kindness?”
Since the name “Yeon Woo” was sometimes used for males too, she didn’t feel the need to change it.
Holding Dae Bok’s offered clothes carefully, she finished her self-introduction.
Dae Bok pretended to ponder for a moment, then said casually,
“Your name sounds as girlish as you look.”
At his remark, Yeon Woo’s heart skipped—was her disguise that obvious?
But thankfully, Dae Bok didn’t dwell on it and immediately continued,
“Well… about repaying my kindness—I do know one way.”
At this, Yeon Woo’s large, dark eyes widened eagerly.
“What is it? I’ll do anything I can.”
“You’ll have to honor me as your elder brother.”
Yeon Woo doubted her own ears.
“Excuse me?”
“You’ll be my younger sibling, and I’ll be your elder brother. From now on, you’ll address me as such. I’ve always wanted a younger sibling—I have none of my own!”
Stunned by Dae Bok’s absurd request, Yeon Woo frowned and held the clothes back out to him.
“…Please take them back.”
“Hahaha! No take-backs!”
As Yeon Woo tried to return the clothes, Dae Bok mischievously stepped back a few paces.
She began to worry—had she gotten involved with a strange person right from the start?
Dae Bok grinned teasingly and asked,
“So… does this mean you’ll be my younger sibling now?”
Yeon Ho had even called someone his younger brother—what harm could come from having one elder brother?
Calling him “elder brother” wouldn’t cost her anything, so she decided to go along with it.
With half-resigned resignation, she replied,
“Yes, alright.”
Only after hearing her agreement did Dae Bok step closer again.
“Excellent! Now then, little sibling—better change quickly before your silk robes get muddy.”
“Oh, yes. Then I’ll excuse myself.”
“You must call me ‘elder brother.’”
“Yes… elder brother~.”
Yeon Woo answered half-heartedly.
She was definitely entangled with an odd fellow.
Leaving Dae Bok behind, she scanned the area for somewhere private to change.
But no matter how hard she looked, there was nothing but trees, dirt, and rocks.
There was no place to conceal her true gender.
Carefully, she asked Dae Bok,
“Is there perhaps a changing room nearby?”
“Puhahaha!”
Dae Bok burst into uncontrollable laughter at her question.
Utterly confused by what was so funny, Yeon Woo stared at him incredulously.
Wiping away tears of mirth, Dae Bok finally managed to speak again.
“You really are a strange little sibling. Look around—do you see anyplace suitable to change?”
She looked as he’d said—but the open training grounds offered no privacy whatsoever.
Seeing Yeon Woo still hesitate, Dae Bok, who’d already seated himself casually on a nearby rock, added,
“We’re both men—what’s the big deal? Just change here quickly.”
She’d found clothes—but where to change remained a problem.
Dae Bok crossed his legs elegantly, rested his chin in his hand, and fixed his gaze on her.
“Go on, take it off.”
It was one mountain after another.
Why did so many people insist she undress today of all days?
Dae Bok’s persistent, teasing stare made Yeon Woo standing there feel utterly embarrassed.
If she changed here, her true identity as a woman would surely be revealed.
Trapped with no good option, Yeon Woo could only stand there, sweating profusely.
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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