“Please, Louise…”
Yooan wandered for hours, praying to find some trace of her sister, but eventually left the 3rd floor without success and headed to the 2nd floor.
As she entered the 2nd floor corridor, intending to start from the inside, she froze at the sound of agonizing groans.
Thud! Thud, thud! The eerie noise continued.
Yooan, shivering, stepped cautiously towards the source of the noise.
A huge room in the middle of the 2nd floor corridor. The candle in her hand flickered sharply with every sound coming from the room.
Hesitating, Yooan slowly passed by the room.
The thudding was either the noise from the walls or her own heartbeat – she couldn’t tell.
She wiped her palm, damp with cold sweat, and hurried her steps.
But she couldn’t go far, despite knowing the danger and intending to quickly pass by.
Yooan twisted her body slightly and stared at the huge door from which the screams were coming.
“Sigh…”
Then, instead of just passing by, she ended up standing in front of it.
Yooan knew too well what kind of moans those were.
The day her uncle brought six elderly couples suffering from chronic diseases, claiming it was treatment, and handed them over to Yooan.
The moment she unleashed the pain of twelve people that she had held back.
She remembered that moment when her vision went white, and all she could do was scream in pain.
Actually, there was no need to remember those six couples specifically.
She had received a variety of immense pain in so many different ways.
The sound she was hearing was what came out when the weight of pain was unbearable for one person.
Yooan cautiously twisted the doorknob.
It was locked.
For a moment, her mind battled fiercely between the need to ignore and the need to not ignore the pain. But ultimately, Yooan couldn’t turn away.
The pride Yooan felt in taking away a bit of everyone’s pain in the mansion held her back.
She thought of the kind and warm people of the black mansion and involuntarily took action. Thanks to Frederick, who always locked her door whenever possible, she was skilled at picking locks.
Pulling out a pin from the hair that Hena had arranged, Yooan inserted it into the doorknob.
Click.
The door opened, and the noise inside stopped abruptly as if it were a lie. The door opened too easily.
The room was a disaster.
Few pieces of furniture that were in the large room were all scattered on the floor.
Yooan extended the candlestick forward to adapt her eyes to the dark, dimly lit room and met the eyes of the Emperor, awkwardly standing in front of the window.
It was really his room, which she had doubted.
Though his appearance was more shocking than when she had seen him outside, there was no doubt he was the Emperor.
His eyes, red and bloodshot, glared at her.
The intense stench in the room left no time to pay attention to it.
Yooan, her face pale, barely managed to look into his threatening eyes.
‘I might really get kicked out.’
His almost half-crazed appearance was frightening enough, but Yooan was more engulfed by the fear of being told to leave the mansion.
A sense of empathy and sympathy led her to a point of no return, filled with anxiety.
Then, the Emperor, who had been standing against the window, strode towards her.
His hands and body were covered in bloodstains, and he muttered curses under his breath while moving the short distance.
No, no, I can’t be kicked out like this.
Yooan stepped further into the room instead of leaving and promptly locked the door.
As the Emperor finally stood in front of her, Yooan opened her trembling lips.
“The consummation of marriage.”
She couldn’t dare to look directly into his imposing eyes but couldn’t stop speaking either.
“I’ve been waiting for the consummation period, but you didn’t come.”
Such a trivial excuse was all she could find.
But she couldn’t admit she was searching for Louise’s room before being thrown out.
Yooan clenched her loose robe and gathered courage again.
“I didn’t wander around on my own, I came to find Your Highness’s room.”
A vast silence.
Yooan licked her dry mouth and glanced up at the silent Emperor.
“Heh.”
With a brow twitching in pain and a grimace, the Emperor let out a hollow laugh.
She thought he might push her away with his blood-dripping hands or strike her, but his reaction was infinitely milder than her imagination.
Yooan mustered more courage.
“I don’t want to leave this mansion. If you plan to throw me out using the excuse of not consummating the marriage, that’s out of the question! I’ve come to Your Highness’s room like this!”
Her voice trembled pathetically with a false bravado, embarrassing even to herself.
It’s better this way.
He wasn’t going to come anyway.
It was something I had to say.
Despite trying to console herself, the shame was the same. Yooan clasped her shaking hands, hoping the Emperor would say something.
The Emperor’s grinding teeth were audible. His breath was rough, and his eyes were full of annoyance.
‘Ah, right. He must be in a lot of pain…’
“If you want to stay in this house that much, prove it.”
His spat-out voice was very low and ominous.
“Prove your worth. Not just cleaning, laundry, meal preparation… something more than anyone can do.”
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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