"A world where men can give birth? You mean, this world a novel?" Su Jingyang didn't read novels often, but he had several female colleagues in the office who liked to read them and he occasionally see them come together to discuss the various plots.

No wonder the people here were divided into three sexes, it turned out to be because of a novel setting!

What kind of author was so spiteful that they had to write such an incredible novel? Su Jingyang secretly slandered in his heart.

"Yes, we didn't have enough power to create a world by ourselves, so we could only send you here randomly," The system said:

It took a long time for Su Jingyang to support his aching waist and sat up slowly. He pursed his lower lip and contemplated: 90%, it was indeed very advantageous.

"Who's the protagonist, I'll start looking for him right now," Su Jingyang felt a bit of energy come back to him.

The system became embarrassed, "Good question, but unfortunately, I only know the world attributes and basic background settings, I don't know the specific plot," It thought about it before adding, "No. 2 shouldn't know anything either."

"...." Su Jingyang only felt suffocated with his own breath, neither advancing up nor down.

It seemed that his path really was dark and dull.

He sat there stiffly for a while, before finally wailing and falling back to the ground again. Depressed, he closed his eyes dejectedly, and his whole person was alike a salted fish¹.

This was not okay, this was not okay. Su Jingyang said: "You might as well let me sleep to death..."

System no. 1 comforted him: "Maybe— maybe you're lucky and will run into the protagonist soon?"

Su Jingyang didn't want to listen to it, because he was someone who couldn't even differentiate between soy bottles², not to mention looking for the novel's protagonist in a vast sea of people.

"Uh, number one, are you still there?" After a while, Su Jingyang suddenly thought of something and called out to the system.

"I'm here, what's wrong?"

"I wanted to ask you..." Su Jingyang thought that this system was easier to talk to, so he wanted to something while it was still there, "That is, the man from last night.... was he sober?"

Although Su Jingyang was also very aggrieved about what happened last night, he could feel that when the man embracing him entangled with him, he obviously became a little confused³.

He was what Su Jingyang choose when the system forced him after all, so he felt quite responsible for him.

After all, to the other person, Su Jingyang was just a stranger whose face he had never seen before. Maybe he was also unwilling to do that kind of thing in his heart, but was also controlled by the system, so...

Su Jingyang felt very stuffy in his chest, they were unwilling and didn't want to participate⁴, both of them were just puppets used by the system to vent its grievances systematically.

The system heard Su Jingyang words and answered him seriously:

It turned out that Su Jingyang entered a dream, but did it with real guns and live ammunition⁵. Su Jingyang couldn't figure out what was going on....

Su Jingyang's brain became empty for a long minute before the corners of his mouth began to twitch stiffly and he couldn't help but exhale slowly. Just a while? Why did he feel that that time was not short at all! After a whole night of being tossed, he felt that he was going to die because of his internal organs being pierced through, plus his butt was still hot and sore.

"Fortunately, it's just this time..." Although the encounter was very unfortunate, Su Jingyang still muttered a little gratefully.

"What about this time?" The system's voice became to sound schizophrenic again, so Su Jingyang knew that the system no. 2 was back.

Its cold voice echoed: "After five days, if the red mole on the your palm does not darken, it means you are not yet pregnant. So you must continue to work hard or continue to work harder⁶!"

? ? ? !

Su Jingyang sat up abruptly because of shock, forgetting about the pain that almost caused him to die, his half-closed eyes suddenly opening wide. As a result, his hands and feet didn't know where to grab and his movements became too heavy, which affected a certain place. He grappled with the pain for a while, and yelled while being covered in cold sweat: "You say that again???"

The system angrily replied: "Do you think I'm a benevolent mother-in-law? Of course you will continue to conceive— until you get pregnant⁷!"

....WTF!

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Notes:

1- A person who does/did nothing, aka Potato couch

2- Not really a literal translations but very close

3- Meaning that when they started having sex, the man became a little confused and probably suspected that it was not just a simple wet dream

4- Same with 2

5- Guns= pp, Ammunition= semen

6- Changed it up a bit because it didn't make sense

7- Same with 6