Amidst his countless cherished doujinshi, that peculiar sensitivity that had kept him a social hermit his entire life was on the verge of being exposed once more.
"Hualuan, darling, you must help with the family embroidery!"
"No way, Mom!"
What was he waiting for? To his room, quick! Not because this body was weak, or simply out of laziness, but because... sharp objects.
For me, they're basically Viagra!
But who would've imagined...
"Even after being reborn, I'm still ordered to sew?!"
"Refuse, and I'll lop off your fingers," the General growled, though his eyes held an undeniable fondness.
In the end... "Yes, sir," came his impossibly clear voice, a wide, terrified smile stretched across his face. His heart had been thrumming a frantic, terrified beat ever since he heard the threat.
From merely tensing up, he was now about to piss himself.
It's not just anything... I'm scared. Terrified of becoming disabled!
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