By the time they reached the old log cabin, Ren clicked his tongue in disappointment.
The excitement from the scenery Sharti had shown him had long since calmed, and all he was conscious of now was Sharti holding his hand.
‘We’re already here.’
Of course, he would have to let go of her hand once they entered the house.
More precisely, Sharti would be the first to let go of his hand.
‘This is driving me crazy.’
Though Ren knew he should let go to prove he wasn’t a weak patient, he had no intention of doing so.
Rather, he was meekly following along as Sharti led him, still holding her hand.
As if acting like a spoiled child.
Ren felt self-loathing at his crazed inner thoughts.
‘Why does it always end up like this?’
What good was earning points with a nice atmosphere?
The conclusion was always pathetically inadequate.
His mood kept sinking lower.
And as expected, Sharti let go of his hand as soon as they entered the house.
Already feeling the emptiness, Ren repeatedly clenched and unclenched his hand.
“We’ll rest for a bit, then go out again when it gets dark.”
“What?”
Ren jerked his head up. Instead of answering, Sharti pointed to the sofa.
As Ren sat down, Sharti immediately covered him with a blanket.
The blanket was warm with Sharti’s lingering body heat.
“You seem upset that we came back without properly seeing the outdoors.”
“…”
Me?
Ren swallowed the question that almost reflexively burst out.
Seeing his expression, Sharti nodded.
“We’ll go out again once you’ve calmed down. If we don’t, the next outing might be mentally burdensome.”
Ah. Ren swallowed a short exclamation.
From the start, Sharti had only returned to the log cabin to give him time to calm down.
Moreover, she had misunderstood the reason for his sullen mood.
“…Okay.”
Ren nodded as calmly as possible while suppressing the corners of his mouth.
Then a sudden thought made Ren stare blankly at Sharti.
Sharti could show such tender consideration, yet at times maintain an almost ruthless distance.
Perhaps that’s why he became so childish and anxious around her.
‘Because it doesn’t feel like we’ve gotten closer.’
Whether due to his brain being simply broken rather than complicated, Ren had a pretty clear grasp of reality and his position.
Though his mind might be complicated due to lost memories, his eyes were always on Sharti.
Ren was sharp when it came to Sharti, and he could see the line drawn between them.
‘Even if we became close emotionally, it seems I wouldn’t be able to cross the line Sharti has drawn.’
More precisely, it seemed Sharti wouldn’t allow it.
“…?”
Ren rubbed his forehead.
Becoming close emotionally? The example was out of nowhere.
As Ren tried to organize his strangely tangled thought process, he looked around.
“Sha?”
Sharti was nowhere to be seen.
As he was about to get up from the sofa, Sharti emerged from the bedroom.
She had changed from her grass-scented robe into a dark green one.
She was even carrying a bag.
“Where are you going?”
Hadn’t she said they’d go out when it got dark?
“I need to go down to the village. I can’t keep leaving the injured soldiers just to Tein.”
It seemed there was talk among the injured soldiers since Sharti hadn’t been showing up.
Though they warmly welcomed the clever Tein, what the injured soldiers needed was a doctor’s examination.
With Tristan and most of the soldiers gone, they likely wanted to hear a full recovery diagnosis as soon as possible.
“…Well-”
Of course, Ren wanted to say he’d like to go along.
He even secretly calculated that it might be possible if he covered his face with bandages and pretended to be an assistant.
But Sharti shook her head firmly, as if seeing right through his intentions.
“The mountain village is generally wary of outsiders. Some residents are quite vigilant about reporting strangers, so it’s best to be careful.”
“…I know.”
Even knowing this, his desire had only grown, and he’d almost stubbornly insisted.
Ren saw Sharti off, taking comfort in their evening appointment.
“…”
As soon as the door closed, Ren roughly messed up his hair.
He hoped the injured soldiers would leave the village as soon as possible, but for that to happen, Sharti needed to diligently go down to examine them.
Ren clicked his tongue.
“Now what should I do?”
He felt like going outside to look for the mushrooms Sharti had picked last time.
As he moved to find a basket, Ren’s gaze stopped at the fireplace.
‘Sha’s not here, there’s an unnecessary amount of firewood chopped, and it’ll be cold by the time she returns.’
Ren finished his long deliberation.
If Sharti was afraid of fire, he could just avoid lighting it in front of her.
‘This time, I’ll do it without mistakes.’
Ren clenched his fist with resolve.
And so, Ren was gradually learning how to support her discreetly, within his capabilities.
[This is the timeline separator]Just as the old log cabin was getting ready to be heated up, Sharti arrived in the village and headed for Patricia’s inn.
“Oh my, Sha! You finally came!”
Patricia greeted Sharti with a not-unkind glare.
It was a look that said Sharti was unkind for cutting off visits after Tristan and most of the soldiers left.
“I was worried something had happened since you stopped coming after that day.”
She was referring to the day Sharti came down to the village and took Tristan away because of Dodint.
Sharti awkwardly shook her head.
“I’m not blaming you. The soldiers were asking for you.”
Patricia chuckled.
And soon after, Sharti gave the injured soldiers the same excuse she had given Patricia.
“It seems you were quite ill despite your medicine being so effective, doctor.”
“We were worried you had overexerted yourself because of us.”
Sharti checked the condition of the injured soldiers while exchanging pleasantries.
‘Tein really did a good job.’
Sharti carefully examined and prescribed for the occasional treatments the child had missed.
Though not as good as Ren’s, the injured soldiers’ recovery rate wasn’t bad either.
While some were fortunate just to have survived, their complexions looked good.
“I heard from our comrades before they left.”
An injured soldier whose arm could no longer move stared at the ceiling as he spoke to Sharti.
“You helped us, didn’t you?”
“…”
He was referring to the help of capturing and turning in Dodint.
The injured soldier turned only his eyes to look at Sharti.
He grinned.
“I don’t know about the others, but I’ll definitely repay that debt.”
“…”
It was an indefinite, purely personal vow.
Sharti slowly nodded, following the tears visible in the injured soldier’s smile.
Sharti secretly breathed a sigh of relief, as it seemed Tristan hadn’t mentioned Ren’s existence.
After tending to the injured soldiers until late afternoon, Sharti left the inn saying she would come again tomorrow.
‘Phew… I should come earlier tomorrow.’
Sharti quietly reproached herself as she walked.
The soldiers showed vulnerability and anxiety to Sharti the doctor that they couldn’t show to the young Tein.
She regretted not fulfilling her responsibility to the patients who needed her as a doctor while wrapping up matters with Ren.
“Sha!”
Sharti shyly waved to Birena who greeted her.
Birena brought Sharti into the house.
“Grandmother went out, and Tein is taking a nap.”
Birena made Tein take a nap once a week.
It was to let the brain rest that stored vast knowledge and was unusually clever for a child.
“So Sha, how is it?”
“…?”
Sharti, who was about to ask Birena for advice on nutritional supplements for beauty, tilted her head at the sudden question.
Birena, sitting across from her, giggled.
“I mean that, the slave you’re keeping.”
Birena lowered her voice as if telling a secret.
Momentarily flustered, Sharti pulled out a note.
“A name you gave him, right?”
Birena rested her chin on her hand, holding back a smile.
Sharti carefully observed Birena’s expression.
Birena looked very intrigued.
“Anyway, how is this Ren person?”
“Well, any good points… Or things you’ve newly discovered? Or unexpected aspects?”
Birena chattered in an excited voice.
Sharti rolled her eyes.
Though not comparable to Birena, Sharti prided herself on being quite perceptive in these matters.
“…What?”
Birena asked back after a beat.
Thinking she might have been too rude, Sharti was choosing her words when Birena let out a sigh.
Seeing the incredulous look, Sharti closed her mouth, taking the hint.
“Sha! I told you before. My ideal type is a tall but thin man. And he must wear glasses! Freckles would be even better. And someone who looks innocent when they smile.”
Birena thumped her chest.
“Does this Ren person match any of my ideal type criteria?”
“…”
“Besides height.”
Sharti, immediately recalling Ren, quickly shook her head.
Birena snorted as if to say ‘See?’
“Anyway Sha, you’re not very intuitive about these things, so don’t imagine strange things.”
Sharti nodded dejectedly.
“Well, actually what I’m curious about is you, Sha.”
Sharti pointed at herself, and Birena lightly struck the table.
She grinned and leaned forward.
“I’m curious how you think of this Ren person.”
“…”
Caught off guard by the unexpected question, Sharti was at a loss for words.
Seeing Sharti not answer right away, Birena wrinkled her nose.
“Is he a good person?”
A good person…
Mulling over her words, Sharti slowly nodded in affirmation.
“In what specific ways?”
Sharti scratched her cheek.
Then she fiddled with her pen and wrote a note.
After staring at the note with the period at the end, Sharti hesitantly added another sentence.
She emphasized the simple, almost bland reason.
It highlighted what Sharti considered most important.
Sharti smiled without realizing it.
“Flowers? He gave you flowers? What kind?”
Finally hearing a romantic development, Birena’s eyes sparkled.
Unable to face Birena’s intense gaze, Sharti silently wrote a short note.
“Oh my, oh my, he picked flowers twice? For you, Sha?”
Sharti nodded shyly, as if she had done something to boast about.
Birena clasped her hands and shivered.
To the self-proclaimed expert on relationships, this was undoubtedly a rosy situation.
“I’m surprised. When I briefly saw him before, he didn’t seem like the type to do such things at all.”
But imagining the big man picking flowers to give to Sharti, Birena stifled a laugh while clutching her stomach.
After laughing for a while, Birena looked up and stared at Sharti.
“At first, Sha, I was shocked when I heard you were living together. You’re sharing a house with another person. I thought of course there would be discomfort building up, complaints pouring out.”
“…”
Sharti blinked.
It was true.
Even with the excuse of him being a patient, it was an uncharacteristic choice for Sharti, who was mindful of others’ gazes and lived in hiding.
Hmm. Birena’s eyes curved like crescent moons.
“What I mean is, that person is a man.”
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Daily Life of a Scumbag Man Giving Birth (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The way for a promiscuous scumbag man to atone for his sins is to let him get… pregnant.
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, scammed countless women, 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 scam 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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