Help! I'm in Another World and the Dragon Man Want Me To Get Pregnant! Chapter 65: A Glimpse of Warmth

Ignatius understood why their arms and legs had been tightly restrained—without it, they’d thrash uncontrollably.

Occasionally, you could see sothing moving within their swollen belly.

The stimulant caused violent contractions, forcing the body to expel its contents.

The victim vomited repeatedly, overco with nausea.

When the doctor thrust an arm into the embedded opening and stirred the contents, a horrific gush of fluid spilled out, accompanied by a staggering number of monster eggs.

The mory still made Ignatius shudder.

When Ignatius encountered Shen Xinghui, he initially assud the sa fate had befallen him.

Yet Shen Xinghui resisted and called for help, an unusual behavior for soone under the influence of the Wombroot Aphroshidite Vine King.

Intrigued, Ignatius decided to intervene.

As he cradled the dazed Shen Xinghui in his arms, an unexpected warmth coursed through him.

The scent emanating from Shen Xinghui was intoxicating, almost overpowering.

Ignatius found it impossible to ignore, as the fragrance made his lower body burn with heat.

It was a potent aroma that clouded his senses, leaving him dizzy.

Shen Xinghui must have been severely affected by the plant’s aphrodisiac properties, yet he was still able to converse coherently.

Ignatius couldn’t help but admire his resilience.

As they talked, Ignatius discovered that Shen Xinghui was from another world.

This explained his defenselessness, though it didn’t make his situation any less pitiable.

Despite the circumstances, Shen Xinghui ca across as remarkably polite, expressing gratitude for Ignatius’s help and appearing awkwardly apologetic for receiving kindness.

His deanor, though endearing, suggested a quiet inner strength.

Ignatius shared details about his world, and in doing so, learned about the vastly different environnt Shen Xinghui had co from.

Shen Xinghui explained that his world was populated solely by humans, a revelation that left Ignatius astonished.

The idea of everyone sharing a similar form seed to comfort Shen Xinghui sowhat, even if the differences still surprised him.

The most shocking part of Shen Xinghui’s world, however, was the absence of sa-sex marriages or the ability for n to bear children.

Ignatius found this particularly disappointing.

Shen Xinghui’s scent was ideal; Ignatius had hoped that, with his consent, they might form a bond.

For Ignatius, scent was crucial.

If it wasn’t compatible, no amount of effort could stir desire.

Even in dire circumstances, where options were limited, his body simply wouldn’t respond.

By contrast, Shen Xinghui’s scent was tantalizing.

Even after the Wombroot Aphroshidite Vine King’s toxins had been purged and Shen Xinghui had been cleaned, the alluring fragrance lingered.

Ignatius resolved to maintain his composure, determined not to act rashly.

More than anything, Ignatius abhorred the idea of forcing soone.

It was already difficult to find soone who could accept a dragonkin as a partner.

If Shen Xinghui willingly agreed, Ignatius wanted to cherish him.

Even if it was just for a fleeting mont of physical connection, there was always the possibility of a child being born.

If that happened, Ignatius vowed to dedicate his life to loving the person who gave him that gift.

He couldn’t imagine building such a relationship through coercion.

At present, Shen Xinghui was washing the dishes they had used for their al.

The dostic sight was oddly heartwarming.

Unlike Ignatius, whose own skills in household tasks were limited to "getting by,"

Shen Xinghui moved with practiced ease.

Although they appeared to be around the sa age, Shen Xinghui seed to have years of experience.

As Ignatius watched Shen Xinghui’s slender, graceful back working with quiet enthusiasm, he allowed himself a brief mont to dream.

It wasn’t a grand or extravagant dream, but a small, modest one: a life of simplicity.

He pictured himself, a spouse, and perhaps a child, living together in a close-knit ho, surrounded by warmth and companionship.

It was a peaceful, gentle vision of happiness.

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While the al was being prepared, Ignatius had been told to take a rest.

So, he had spent his ti in his room maintaining his weapons or reading a book, but for so reason, he couldn’t relax.

Eventually, he made his way downstairs.

"Oh, Iganatius look Xinghui is quite skilled. He moves with remarkable efficiency."

"Oh?"

Hearing the Guildmaster cheerfully describing the scene in the kitchen, Ignatius let out a sound of admiration.

Iganatius was not particularly good at cooking.

In fact, he wasn’t skilled in household chores in general.

Back at the estate, the maids would taken care of everything for him and ever since he beca an adventurer, he had gotten by with minimal effort.

When it ca to als, he would usually have the inn or a tavern pack a portion into a storage container to carry with him.

If he ran out of food, he would go to hunt and cook whatever he caught.

Laundry was a simple task—rinsing clothes with soap in a river, hanging them to dry, and storing them once they were no longer damp.

The materials were durable, so even rough washing wouldn’t tear them.

If they did rip, he would simply discard them and buy new ones.

He was careful when washing dishes, but even then, he often broke plates.

Compared to him, Shen Xinghui was incredibly ticulous and precise.

He washed each dish carefully with soap, wiped off the moisture, polished them, and then neatly put them away.

If he was also skilled at cooking, it was nothing short of a blessing for Ignatius.

"Ignatius, once the boy’s registration is complete, do you plan to let him go?"

The Guildmaster asked him in a tone that suggested it would be a sha to let Shen Xinghui go.

On this matter, Ignatius was sowhat conflicted.

The truth was, he didn’t want to let him go.

Shen Xinghui could cook and seed capable of handling the household chores Iganatius struggled with.

That would be invaluable during their travels.

His lack of physical strength was a slight concern, but it wasn’t as if Ignatius planned to take him along on dangerous quests.

He could always leave him at an inn in a nearby town while he completed his missions.