And now this situation.

Every day since allowing the man, Regan, to stay here. Haniel had been waking up with the area between her thighs wet.

The day before yesterday, yesterday, and today. Her pajamas that she wore to bed, and even beneath them, were soaked.

All this liquid had seeped out from below her.

“Am I wetting the bed…?”

Those memories that made her body feel hot just by recalling them had been visiting her in dreams every night.

“Let’s mate, okay?”

A man licking between her thighs. A man inserting his organ between her thighs and repeatedly thrusting his hips with wet sounds.

Those memories tormented the struggling Haniel, appearing in various transformed versions as vivid dreams.

Dreams of a half-beast monster pouncing on Haniel.

Dreams where a wolf she picked up from the street suddenly turns into a human and violates her in public.

Also dreams of being pinned down by an unidentified giant shadow in the forest.

Of course, perhaps because he didn’t actually “insert” anything in reality, the early dreams stopped midway… but just recently, she had dreamed of fitting their lower parts together nicely and going all the way.

Let’s admit it. It felt amazing.

When she woke up that day, it was quite troublesome as the sheets were so soaked that she was shocked, thinking “All this came from inside me?”

“Haah…”

“If you made me go into heat, you should take responsibility.”

The thought of “I’m not some kid having wet dreams after watching p*rn, what is this?” lasted only briefly.

As Regan’s voice from her dream came back to her mind, her body trembled.

‘The one in heat is him, so why am I like this?’

Was it because she had been working so hard that her pent-up frustrations were suddenly exploding?

Regan was the one who said he was in heat, so why was Haniel acting like a female in heat every night? She couldn’t understand!

Sighing, Haniel changed her clothes and walked from the laundry area to the orchard.

Anyway, Regan’s mating season seemed to be still ongoing, and with him staying in the house, Haniel had no choice but to wash her bedding every day.

‘That Regan, he has an incredible nose.’

There was an incident that made Haniel realize that the man staying in her house was not human.

It was Regan’s eerily excellent sense of smell.

“Did something happen outside?”

“No? Why… do you ask?”

“I smell blood on you…”

Was it a characteristic of the Hume race? Or was it because he could transform into a wolf?

Regan had such a sensitive nose that he could detect the faint scent of blood on Haniel even after she had hunted outside, washed, and returned.

That level would be considered a superpower on Earth. Like a genetic mutation giving superpowers… the man’s senses were incomparably superior to Haniel’s human ones.

Not just his sense of smell, but his vision and various other detailed aspects.

The smell of animal blood in the forest, the smell of food, and traces of animals that had passed through a specific place hours ago. Haniel had witnessed many times how he could amazingly detect any scent from far away.

So that meant…

“I absolutely can’t get caught…!”

It meant he could instantly discover that Haniel had been having *rotic dreams every day since he tried to pounce on her, and had been wetting her bedding.

It might be hard to believe at this point, but Haniel did have dignity.

She might have already been found out, but it was a matter she would rather die than bring to the surface when everyone knew about it.

That was why Haniel put so much effort into washing her bedding every day.

But her period was coming soon, so what would she do then? Such worries arose… but that was something to think about when the time came.

After shaking her hands dry, Haniel plucked a few well-ripened oranges from the well-shaped fruit trees.

Walking down the orchard, which was somewhat disconnected from the seasonal feel, she reached her field where giant crops were growing in rows.

Haniel connected a hose to the nearby water tap and sprayed water.

Watching the water droplets splash in all directions, her embarrassing memories, the bedding laundry, and thoughts of Regan seemed to fade away.

Even her worries about animals that rarely visited her territory these days, especially her first friend, ‘Saedol,’ faded together.

‘This is farming therapy.’

Shhhhhh…

While the forest was full of darkness and danger, Haniel’s farm under the sunshine was nothing but peaceful.

An endless field.

Haniel, dressed in white, diligently watering crops in the middle of it all, looked like a scene from a painting.

Who would have imagined that such a vast and peaceful place could exist in this dangerous nightmare forest?

And the crops and fruit trees filling her vision, waiting only for her touch.

The crops were growing to almost monstrous sizes, loudly absorbing the water as she provided it.

Such a bountiful field and high-quality produce would be hard to find not only in this world but even on Earth.

What’s more amazing is that all the crops planted in this field started from seeds and saplings that Haniel had gathered from the wild.

‘It’s amazing that those tiny seeds and baby trees could grow this big.’

Although Haniel, who actually grew these crops, didn’t think much of it, considering all circumstances, the fact that she could cultivate this field was nearly impossible.

To cultivate crops and fields of this level without any capital, mechanized tools, or trade with others.

It would be nonsensical not only in this world but also on Earth, but what made it possible was… of course, the status window she had.

The crafting skill that helped her easily make tools.

The gathering skill that helped her collect appropriate materials as needed.

And the construction skill that allowed her to draw water.

All of these were powers Haniel had obtained from her status window.

The process of obtaining seeds also utilized her gathering skill.

Sometimes, while gathering, crop seeds would come along as items, or a sparkle that only she could see would appear near the grass, and when checked, there would be a pile of seeds.

And when she checked the names of such seeds…

Surprisingly, these were familiar crops she never thought she would see in this world.

Perhaps just as herbs she saw on Earth occasionally appeared here, similar crops existed too.

Having started farming this way, her [Farming] skill had already been maxed out long ago.

In Haniel’s territory, which was almost isolated from the outside environment, maintaining a similar temperature year-round and abundant, the crops were growing day by day under the care of her, a max-level farmer.

As a result, her inventory was so full that she wouldn’t need to farm for several years.

‘At least I won’t have to worry about going hungry now.’

However, although it might sound like a complaint of the well-fed… lately, as she watered the crops, Haniel felt there was something lacking.

For instance…

“Isn’t it time to build an automated system?”

Despite Haniel’s miraculous efforts to build her house as modern as possible, there were limitations.

Even with the system and status window, they couldn’t completely replicate things from another world.

Haniel clicked her tongue.

Things from another world… yes, like sprinklers. That was one of the items she wished she had right now.

‘If only I had sprinklers, I wouldn’t have to spend all day watering this vast field!’

Would she be ungrateful to wish for an automated farm and house while looking at this wonderful farm?

But that alone was far from making her ungrateful. There were many things Haniel wished to improve.

For example, the bedding laundry she does every morning these days. There was no labor like this labor.

If there was anything Haniel had realized after enduring 2 years in this place, it was that the quality of human life could plummet instantly without a washing machine.

‘This status window. Is there any way to better utilize and squeeze more out of it? Have I not been using it properly?’