Begone, menstruation.
"Uuuugh… I loathe this. Truly, I loathe it. Someone save me. Please, someone reach inside my gut, rip these wretched organs out, and be done with it…"
I hate it. I hate it so much that "loathing" feels like an understatement. It was a nightmare the first time it happened, so why must this thing return once a month? Sometimes it even has the audacity to show up twice. Do not come here. Go elsewhere. I know it is a natural necessity of the body, but what I hate, I hate.
Back when I was a man, I never had to endure such agony… To think I must withstand this torture every single month… This body is an inconvenience. A massive inconvenience. I wish this troublesome cycle would just vanish forever. It is a genuine plague upon my existence.
What makes it most troublesome is that I cannot suppress it with the Reverse Cursed Technique. Well, I can speed up the recovery, but only from the second day onward. On the first day, it's impossible. When the period arrives, my cursed energy control and output fall into utter chaos. In such a state, I cannot manage the high-level precision required for the Reverse Cursed Technique. I wonder how female sorcerers of the past managed… I truly had no idea it was this harrowing.
"Uuugh. Himiko… rub my stomach more…"
"Are you alright?"
"Uuu… my stomach hurts…"
"Madoka-chan, your period really is quite heavy, isn't it?"
"(Sniffle) Hold me… squeeze me tight…"
"Yes, of course. There, there. Squeeeze."
"Mmph…"
When the time comes, I am truly good for nothing. Once the second day hits, my energy stabilizes, and I can fix myself up with the Reverse Cursed Technique in an instant. But for the first day—and only the first day—I have no choice but to have Hisamiko stay by my side. Having her rub my lower abdomen or hold me close dulls the pain just a little. Even so, the tears won't stop, my body feels like lead, and a headache begins to throb.
It seems my "monthly curse" is particularly severe. I realize this whenever I look at Hisamiko. When her time comes, she becomes even more energetic than usual. It's as if she loses her composure—or rather, loses what little restraint she has. She's already uncontrollable as it is…
Yet, she doesn't seem to experience any pain. I am truly envious. I wish I could have remained a stranger to this suffering.
"Himiko… stroke my head…"
"…If it's this painful, should we take some medicine?"
"(Sob) No… I don't want it. I hate medicine…"
"You'll feel a little better if you take it. Let's have some later, okay?"
"No! I said no!"
My stomach feels like it's being shredded, and she expects me to drink something that bitter? Impossible. Absolutely not. I hate medicine almost as much as I hate milk.
Uuuugh. This is brutal. It feels as though someone is incessantly scraping and gouging the inside of my womb with needles. It hurts. I hate it. Please, let it be tomorrow already. If it were tomorrow, I could use the Reverse Cursed Technique…!
"I hope you feel better soon…"
This is why I hate this time of month. When I am weakened and immobile, it makes Himiko sad. I want her to be smiling, so why must this biological nonsense bring her such grief?
"(Sniff) Hisamiko… Himiko. Where are you…?"
"I'm right here. It's okay. You're going to be okay."
"U-uuu… hngh…"
I am pathetic. Utterly pathetic. I wouldn't blame anyone for calling me a "hopeless case" right now. It hurts so much that the moment I close my eyes, I lose track of Hisamiko—even though she's right there, pressed against me. I don't know how many times we've repeated this cycle since this morning. Perhaps I should train the precision of my cursed energy control even further so I can use the Reverse Cursed Technique the moment it starts? But focusing in this state is a fool's errand. What am I supposed to do? Someone help me. Do something. Uuuugh…
Squeeze!
"Ngh!"
What was that for? Squeezing me with all your might like that… it's a bit stifling, you know? But… it makes me happy. It's warm, and I feel safe. More. Hold me tighter. And, if you can… nurse from me. I want her to, yet she won't. That one time she did, I was able to focus entirely on that specific sensation and forget the menstrual cramps. Granted, I fainted from anemia afterward… which is why she refuses to do it now. Even though she clearly wants to, she's holding back for my sake.
Can you believe it? Her? The woman who doesn't know the meaning of the word "restraint"?
Ugh. I hate that too. To hell with this period that steals the smile from Hisamiko's face. Just die already. Uuuu…
"Uuu… Himiko…"
I've had enough. I hate having a woman's body. I never want to be one again. If there's a next life, make me a man… wahhh…
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The period has subsided! Victory is mine!
Take that as a lesson and never show your face here again!
…Though just thinking about next month already has me feeling depressed.
Yesterday was simply too much; I couldn't do a single thing. I couldn't eat a proper meal, and I didn't even bathe. That is why this soak—my first in two days—is reaching the very depths of my soul. Ah, bliss… pure bliss. Since I'm in a young body and constantly running the Reverse Cursed Technique, my health is fine. But soaking in hot water… it is the ultimate luxury.
That said, I cannot linger. Yesterday was "the day," after all. I must not forget what awaits me once I've finished cleaning my body. If I forget, there will be hell to pay.
She endured so much for me yesterday. Today, I must let her indulge herself as much as she desires.
Hey, you. You blood-crazed demon bride, stripping off your clothes in the changing room. Let me be clear: I will never forgive you for what you're about to do to me as long as I live. If you want my forgiveness, you'd better serve me for the rest of your life. Bring me delicious snacks. And dessert after dinner. And keep smiling. Don't you dare forget it.
"Madoka-chan!!"
"Quiet! Don't scream in the bathhouse!"
Regrettably, my time of relaxation is over. My woman has charged in, face flushed red, panting with a kitchen knife in hand. It's a shame to leave the water, but I suppose it's time to get out.
I step out of the tub and sit on the edge. And then…
"Hmph. Come here, then. Honestly, you are such a greedy woman."
I spread my arms wide to welcome her. Well? Hurry up. We're both naked; if we dally, we'll catch a cold. What a handful she is.
"Come here."
I suppose I'll give her a smile, too.
What happened after? Isn't it obvious?
It was a disaster. She stabbed me and hacked me to pieces until the entire bathroom was stained crimson with my blood. The cleanup was a nightmare, too.
Seriously, learn some moderation. If it weren't me, I'd be dead, you know?