Chapter 30: Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!

“Gyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!!”

A bloodcurdling scream rang out from the bed early in the morning.

The kind of gremlin noise you’d never expect to come out of a little girl.

But there was no helping it.

Because the moment I woke up, I was hit with pain all over my body.

“Ghhhaaaugh…”

Muscle pain.

It had been wrecking my body ever since I worked out yesterday.

It felt like my limbs were tied to four motorcycles and getting pulled in opposite directions.

And the pain in my abdomen felt like someone had stuck a giant milking machine on me and was suctioning out air.

This was like… “pain sensitivity x5000” or something…

It hurts so much I feel like I might f*cking die…

I don’t even have the strength to wiggle a toe…

“Ghhk, but why does my stomach hurt this much too…”

This wasn’t just muscle soreness in my abs—my stomach pain was off the charts.

It felt like someone was using a milking pump with suction cups while a cactus dildo stabbed me in the uterus.

With what little movement I could manage, I lifted the blanket.

And was immediately hit by a familiar foul odor.

When I pulled up my dolphin shorts, my underwear was soaked red.

“…F*cking hell.”

Why the hell did my period have to start on top of this muscle pain?

Fck, this wasn’t just shtty—this was peak fcking bullsht.

No wonder my body felt so sluggish…

Even when I had that viral bug a while ago, I didn’t feel this wrecked. I should’ve known something was off the moment my toes wouldn’t move.

“Ughh… First, my phone…”

With great effort, I reached for my phone and opened the NewTube app.

Then I tapped over to the “Community” tab and posted a quick notice about taking the day off.

It was full of typos since I was typing with my left hand on the Korean keypad, but the Yuki-dan should understand.

They’re not so brain-dead that they’d demand a stream from someone dying in bed, right?

“Ghhk… my stomach…”

The pain intensified as I was writing the post.

I needed to take care of the period situation first.

I couldn’t just keep bleeding and staining the bed.

I slipped off the bed and planted my feet on the ground.

Then I tried to lift myself up using my legs—

CRASH!

“Kyaaaack!!!”

—only to flop right onto the floor with no strength.

Right, I trashed my thigh muscles yesterday…

I didn’t even have the strength to stand.

Honestly, I was starting to think I tore a muscle… but there wasn’t any bruising, so I figured it probably wasn’t that serious.

Besides, I heal fast. If I rest a day or two, I should be able to walk again.

“Anyway… what do I do about pads…”

The pads were on a shelf in the bathroom.

About four meters away from where I was.

“……”

Without a word, I started crawling across the floor, using the arm that still had a little strength in it.

My T-shirt was basically mopping up all the dust on the floor. Great.

“……”

God, I must look pathetic.

A silver-haired bishoujo crawling around in dolphin shorts… anyone who saw this would totally screenshot it and upload it as “W-building Status Update.jpg.”

But hey, if my legs don’t work, what choice do I have?

Crawling was the only option.

I don’t know how long I spent inching across the floor like a worm, but I finally made it to the bathroom.

I pulled myself up using the toilet lid and doorknob.

Fortunately, my thighs had recovered just enough strength that it didn’t hurt as badly as when I tried to get up earlier.

“Ghhk…”

Still hurts like a b*tch though.

Why did I even try exercising…

I grabbed a bunch of pads off the shelf and tossed them toward the living room.

Then I stripped off my clothes and tossed them into the laundry basket.

No way I could keep wearing them with blood stains and that smell.

The bed must’ve been a disaster too. Just thinking about cleaning it made me even more pissed.

Once I’d taken care of that, I climbed into the tub and showered off the blood.

Honestly, I wanted to soak in a hot bath to ease the muscle pain, but…

You’re not really supposed to bathe during your period, so I settled for a quick shower instead.

After washing up, I dried off just enough and returned to my room.

I pulled out a pair of panties and a white shirt from the closet, slapped on an overnight pad, and got dressed.

“Ghhk… my stomach…”

After this morning’s ordeal, my whole body started hurting again.

Why did I even think exercising was a good idea…

If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t be going through this mess right now.

The regret hit me like a freight train.

“Ughhh…”

Groaning in misery, I staggered back toward the bed.

Luckily, only the sheet had some blood on it—the blanket was still clean.

Too tired to care, I just pulled off the sheet, tossed it aside, and climbed back in.

All I wanted was to sleep.

Maybe a nap would help with the cramps.

Thinking that, I lay on the mattress and closed my eyes.

And slowly, my consciousness faded into a haze.

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Ding-dong~!

A doorbell rang in my ears mid-sleep.

Still half-asleep, I slowly got up and shuffled toward the front door.

My legs didn’t hurt as much now, so I guess the muscle pain had improved a bit.

Still wasn’t gone, and the cramps were just as bad, so I was still in hell.

“Who is it…”

/It’s me. Miho./

“Miho…?”

I repeated the voice instinctively.

When I opened the door, I saw a familiar head of long hair.

And those perfectly shaped G-cup breasts told me all I needed to know.

It was mama Miho.

“Miho-mama…”

“Yep yep, it’s Miho.”

“I’m dying…”

“I know. I saw the post and came to check on you.”

“Really?”

Miho’s so sweet…

Her mama energy was blinding.

If she keeps this up, I might actually become useless…

“Come on, lie back down. I’ll take care of you.”

Actually, on second thought, maybe becoming useless isn’t such a bad thing.

If Miho-mama’s gonna take care of me, I’d be dumb not to milk it.

“Then I’ll be in your care…”

“Yep! Leave it to me!”

After saying that, I crawled back into bed.

Maybe it was the leftover fatigue, but I passed out again not long after.

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“…Sniff. Sniff sniff.”

I woke up to the smell of something delicious tickling my nose.

When I came to, I felt a warm tingle in my arms and legs.

I turned my head and saw several coin-sized pain patches stuck all over my limbs.

“You’re awake?”

From the kitchen—which was part of the same room—Miho turned and smiled at me.

Her hands didn’t stop stirring the pot as she greeted me.

“What are you cooking?”

“Porridge. Is that okay?”

“What kind?”

“Egg porridge. Is that okay?”

“Totally.”

Honestly, I’m fine with anything that isn’t plain rice gruel.

I didn’t grow up with the luxury of being picky.

Even if someone gave me plain gruel, I’d probably mix it with soy sauce and scrape the bowl clean.

I looked over at the kitchen.

Grocery bags and unfamiliar ingredients were spread across the table.

I definitely didn’t buy those.

Miho must’ve gone shopping just to make porridge for me.

I might be… kind of touched?

As expected of Miho.

Her mama energy is just as massive as her G-cup boobs.

From now on, I’m calling those things “Mama Power Pouches.”

“How long till it’s done?”

“It’s ready! Coming now!”

Miho ladled some porridge into a bowl and placed it on a tray with soy sauce and kimchi.

Then she carried the tray over to the bed and served me.

“Can I eat it now?”

“Yup! Add a little soy sauce and dig in.”

“Okay then… Thanks for the meal!”

I added a few spoonfuls of soy sauce and stirred the porridge.

The first thing that hit me was the rich aroma of sesame oil and a punch of umami from the soy sauce.

Then the egg’s gentle flavor smoothed it all out.

The texture of the soft rice reminded me this was proper porridge.

“It’s… delicious…”

“I just threw it together, but I’m glad it tastes good.”

“No, seriously, it’s amazing! Best porridge I’ve ever had in my life!”

“Ehehe… Th-thanks.”

Miho looked genuinely happy to be complimented on her cooking.

Guess it’s a mama thing to enjoy praise like that?

Honestly, she’s like a maid who just got praised by her master. It’s kinda hot.

Next time she feeds me again, I’m gonna pour on the praise.

“Rin said sorry she couldn’t come because she has a stream today.”

“Can’t be helped. What about your stream?”

“Oh, I’m taking today off.”

Oh right, today was Miho’s rest day?

I think she mentioned it during our collab in Yechoen.

She makes a weekly schedule and takes 1–2 days off.

I don’t even have a schedule. I just stream whenever I feel like it.

Rin’s kind of the same.

We’re both more on the masculine side emotionally, so I guess that’s why we click.

“By the way, are you feeling any better?”

“Yeah. Resting helped.”

The muscle pain had mostly gone after sleeping.

Only the cramps remained.

But some painkillers would take care of that. No big deal.

I should be good to stream again by tomorrow.

“I’m glad. But still, don’t do anything until tomorrow. Just rest.”

“Okay. Got it.”

I replied and spooned more porridge into my mouth.

That day, I stayed in bed while Miho looked after me, pampering me the whole time.

And the little secret between us?

I got scolded for sneakily fondling her Mama Power Pouches.