I Became the Mother of a Sub-Male Son

“… Um, is this enough?”

She looked down at the poorly planted seedlings that somehow managed to get from the villagers.
She didn’t know if they were planted correctly.

She sighed as she looked at the place which  she wasn’t sure if it was a kitchen garden or a mud pit.
She wondered why she was suffering like that.

Then, her beautiful hands came into view.
She touched her smooth hand and groaned.
She didn’t put on anything in particular, but her skin was good and her hair was still silky.
She brushed her platinum and wavy hair, which glistened in the sunlight, tidied it up and entered the house.

Since she was using a house that has been empty for a long time, there were many signs of broken and scuffed things here and there.
She needed to fill in the holes all over the house, but she couldn’t do it.
There were one or two places to repair everyday.

She shook her head and took the water bottle which she gulped down.
After moving for about 30 minutes in the scorching sun she was thirsty.

Even though she just moved from here to there, for her it was quite difficult.
Maybe it’s because her body wasn’t originally very healthy.
Although her body was not at the level of being extremely weak, it was still different from her original body and she was not able to adapt to the new environment.

She kneaded her numb wrist and sat down on the chair.
After a while, her eyelids got heavy and started to close.
While yawning lightly, she stretched her arms behind the chair.
It was not healthy to sleep on a chair so she raised her body.

She decided to wash up later.
Water had to be fetched anyway, so it wasn’t too much of a hassle.
So she walked to the bed in the corner that creaked when she lay down.
Even the slightest movement made a dense noise.
But she ignored it and closed her eyes.
It was the moment she was about to fall asleep that…

Cooong!

There was a rather loud noise somewhere.

“What… What?”

She got out of bed and blinked her eyes.
It sound as if something heavy had fallen to the ground.

She raised her head and looked through the window.
Someone in the garden near the house was seen lying down.
What was that man doing? She jumped up from her chair in embarrassment.

Surely no one had been there before? It was the moment to rush out.

“Ahh!”

Her legs got twisted and she fell to the floor.
She groaned for a while as her whole body felt tingling.

“…Gosh, it slips.”

When she finally got up, it was when she saw the man who had been lying face down in the garden.
But when she looked around, it was not him who was on the ground.
There was a small black mass at the man’s feet.
A boy who appeared to be about six years old was crouching over him.

What the hell was that situation? A mad man was kicking the body of a small and delicate child with his feet without remorse.
And not just once, but many times.

“Hey, you crazy bastard!”

She ran outside, grabbed the broom she had left in the corner of the yard, and ran toward the man.
The unknown man looked at her, frowned and reached out his hand towards her.

“Ugh!”

At that moment, the pain arose as if something had bluntly hit her body.
But that was only for a moment.
Soon the pain went away and she was back to normal.

“…What, what is it? Why doesn’t it work?”

The man looked at his hands with a puzzled expression.

“… What did you do to me now?”

“Why doesn’t it work, why!”

The man suddenly started to get angry.
She looked at such a man with a puzzled feeling.
Wasn’t he really crazy? Why was he angry when it was him who did something strange?

“Huh…”

She came back to her senses at the sound of a small moan nearby.
That’s how she remembered that it was not the time for that.
She hurriedly lifted the grunting child from the floor.
The condition of his face was difficult to ascertain as the child had his head wrapped in his arms.
She was wary of the man while holding the child tightly.

“Who are you to hit a kid like this?”

“Shut up, bitch!”

“…What?”

 “Shut up!”

“You shut up.
Who do you want to shut up?”

That was crazy, not only those gangsters broke into her house, they were yelling at her to shut up.

“A madman is poisonous.”

She carefully put the child she was holding onto the floor.
Then, she walked towards the self-harming man, tearing at her own hair.
Without hesitation, she lifted the broom and raised it upwards.

Puck!

She hit the man’s head with a broom at once.

“Ah!”

The man screamed and collapsed.
She touched his body lying on the floor with her foot.
Did he pass out? She tried to touch him a few more times just in case, but luckily he didn’t budge.
Relieved inside, she took the rope from the house and came out.
After tying the man’s body tightly with a rope, she dragged him along.

“… What did you eat that made you so heavy?”

Her wrists hurt from the heavyweight, but she endured it.
One couldn’t never know what will happen if they keep leaving a person with that personality there.
He did kick and hit a child after all.
Fortunately, the house was located halfway up the mountain and there was a cliff if they walked a little bit, so she could throw him under it.
She thought he might die from the height, but it didn’t matter.
The existence of a man had already been decided as the worst for her.
For cursing at her and hitting a poor child.
Whatever it happened to that man, it wasn’t her business.

When she finally reached the cliff, she threw the man to the ground.
She was about to push it away, but she noticed a black stain on the back of the man’s neck.

“What is this?”

It could have been overlooked, but it didn’t look like a simple stain.
When the man’s frizzy hair was removed, the shape of the stain was fully revealed.

“Looks like a pattern…”

It looked like a painting, and at any rate, something like a mysterious tattoo was engraved on the back of the man’s neck.
Well, she didn’t know.

Without regret, she pushed the man off the cliff.
It sounded like something was screaming, but she ignored it and turned away.
It was about the time she walked diligently and almost arrived home when she saw the child still curled up on the floor.

“Baby, are you o