Transmigrated as the Mother of a Porn Novel Heroine - Chapter 5

That day, Tangtang left school early in a panic. When I got home, I found her sitting in the bathroom, quietly crying.

“I don’t know why Qi Heng acted like that. He never paid attention to me before. But at the bathroom door, he suddenly lunged at me… I ran, and he chased me. Not just him-more and more boys have started chasing me…”

Tangtang sobbed, “Mom, I’m so scared. They say it’s because I smell so good, so good that they’ve lost their minds. Even the teacher scolded me, asking why I carried my sanitary pad so openly when going to the bathroom, saying I was basically telling all the boys I was on my period. He even called me shameless…”

Qi Heng is the second Male Lead, the aloof school tyrant.

He looks cold on the outside but is passionate within, and he dreams of being a researcher, trying to explore the limits of humanity and the mysteries of the universe.

For this, he spends all his time working closely with the Female Lead.

I couldn’t tell her the reason-after all, po novels have no logic; the Female Lead is simply a collection of temptations.

And the Male Lead accepts the temptation, while the readers scrutinize it.

From beginning to end, she is the only one being observed.

Raising Bai Tangtang over these years, I’ve grown increasingly puzzled by it all.

“Why do you think this is something shameful?”

I asked, “If a man bleeds, would he feel ashamed to show his bandage to others?”

Tangtang murmured, “That’s different, Mom. Everyone gets hurt, but only women bleed from there.”

“So, the shame isn’t about the blood, but about where the blood comes from, right?”

She hesitated, then nodded.

“Then what’s the difference between toilet paper and a sanitary pad?” I told her calmly, “They’re just tools to meet physiological needs. Don’t boys use paper when they go to the bathroom?”

Bai Tangtang: “…Huh?”

Although the Female Lead is smart, she becomes slow-witted whenever boys are involved.

I remembered when I was in middle school, it seemed instinctive to hide my sanitary pad in my uniform sleeve when taking it out, as if I were doing something shameful.

When asking for leave from PE class, I’d always subtly tell the teacher, “That time of the month came.”

It was as if, overnight, sanitary pads became a taboo, something everyone tiptoed around, covering up so that boys wouldn’t discover the secret.

And boys seemed to suddenly grasp our weakness. Whenever there was an argument, they’d throw out, “Why are you so moody? Is it your period?” and the girls would immediately back down, defeated.

Even today, sanitary pads are still something to be discussed in hushed tones, packed away in black bags.

But even if it’s just in a po novel, I hope that at least Bai Tangtang won’t be troubled by this.

“Do you know why the teacher called you shameless?”

I looked into her eyes. “Because the truly ashamed person is him. Because no matter what, he can’t become a woman, can’t have a uterus, can’t use menstrual blood to judge his health, and can’t nurture life. After your menarche, you inherently possess a right that men will never have. Unable to take it from you, they assign it the meaning of shame, trying to erase its existence in exchange for their social equality.”

“Don’t let their voices sway you, Tangtang. Menarche is your honor-it means you’re healthy. Your future will hold more possibilities and experiences. Some may be awkward or embarrassing, some may be joyful and happy, but all of them are uniquely yours. You don’t need to rely on men’s words to understand what this is-after all, men don’t have periods.”

Bai Tangtang’s eyelids trembled, her expression somewhere between shock and realization. “But I… but I’m not normal. No one else gives off a scent like me. They all say, they all say I’m…”

She hesitated, then uttered a carefully chosen word: “Open.”