Big-Boobed Nanny: Too Popular at the Orphanage in Another World! - The Goddess Aspires to Be a Wet Nurse — Harumina Orphanage Struggles - Episode 1

A baby's cry woke me up. How many babies were there? One, two... no, there were more. The cries overlapped, coming from all directions. (That's annoying... did someone leave the TV on since morning?) Thinking that, I opened my eyes, and Aoi immediately noticed something was wrong. The ceiling was made of wood. Thick beams were exposed, and wisps of straw fell through the gaps. This wasn't the ceiling of my familiar bedroom. When I tried to sit up, the surface beneath me rustled. Not a futon. Straw. A real bed of dried grass that smelled like hay. "...Huh?" I spoke. But the moment I heard my own voice, I noticed something even stranger. It was an unfamiliar language. No, that wasn't it. To my ears, it sounded like Japanese. But the sounds coming from my mouth definitely didn't have a Japanese ring to them. My head was spinning. Where was I? I traced back my last memory. Aoi Sakurai, seventeen years old. I'd bought pudding at a convenience store and was cycling home. I was waiting at a traffic light when the sound of a car engine suddenly grew louder from behind—and then I don't remember anything. (Ah. I got hit by a car.) I thought that with strange calmness. The word "previous life" floated into my mind. Which meant this place was... "Another world... or something?" I muttered alone in the empty room. I couldn't believe it, but the evidence filling my entire field of vision left me no choice. Wooden walls, an oil lamp, a crude wooden chair. No TV, no smartphone, not even an outlet. I slowly looked down at my own body. And I froze. "...You've got to be kidding me." The chest area of my white blouse was making an extremely bold statement. Even in my previous life, I'd been considerably larger than most people, and it had been a source of worry for years. During middle school swimming classes, when running in gym clothes, when I felt stares on the train—each time, I'd hunch my shoulders and try to be as inconspicuous as possible. But now. What was in front of me seemed noticeably more impressive than in my previous life. The buttons on the blouse looked like they were about to cry out. "Why of all things, did only that part power up...?" I clutched the collar of my blouse tightly with both hands and hung my head deeply. I'd come to another world. That alone was a major incident, but the first reality I had to face was this. The gods, or whatever they were, must really want to tease me. At that moment, a wailing cry like a scream came pouring in from down the hallway. Closer than before. Actually, very close. I unsteadily got to my feet and went outside the room. Walking down the wooden hallway, I entered a large room. Several baskets and wooden boxes were lined up, and inside them, many small babies were crying. Not just one or two. More than ten. "Wow, that's a lot..." The words slipped out involuntarily. Looking around, children ranging from about five to twelve years old were desperately trying to soothe the babies. One girl was struggling to change cloth diapers, while another boy was trying to feed warm water with a wooden spoon and spilling it everywhere. "It's no good, no good... they won't stop crying at all..." The boy muttered in a voice on the verge of tears. It was clear just from watching that he needed about three more hands. I stared blankly at the scene. (This place... is it an orphanage?) Just as I thought that, one of the wooden boxes produced an especially intense cry. Different from the other babies. The voice was hoarse, cutting off midway. It was as if the baby didn't even have the strength left to cry properly. "That child hasn't drunk much milk for three days now..." The girl nearby said this in an exhausted voice. She had dark circles under her eyes. I realized then that the children here were doing their best too. My body moved on its own. Before I knew it, I'd rushed to the wooden box and lifted the baby up. The head was surprisingly light. The baby lay limp in my arms, but a small chest still rose and fell faintly. "It's okay, it's okay..." I didn't even know what I was saying was okay. I just couldn't help but hold the baby close. At that moment—my chest felt a gentle warmth spreading from deep within. At first, I thought it was my imagination. But the warmth increased. The inside of my blouse felt damp. "Huh... what?" Looking down, a stain spread across the white fabric. Before I could even think "surely not," the baby desperately moved its small mouth and latched onto my chest. I didn't have time to stop it. With a sound like a soft pop, milk overflowed. The baby continued drinking eagerly for a while, and then, seeming satisfied, let out a small sigh. The hoarse cry from moments before seemed like a lie as the baby began to sleep peacefully. I stood frozen, staring at the sleeping face. "No way... why would this...?" My head was full of questions. But the warmth of the weight in my arms was undeniably real. Someone had been watching the scene from the doorway. A middle-aged woman holding a water jug. She dropped the jug, and it made a loud sound. "...What in the world...?" The woman stumbled into the room and suddenly dropped to her knees in front of me. "A wet nurse... A wet nurse blessed by the goddess...!" "Wait, please, just a moment, stand up!" I hastily reached out my hand, but the woman wasn't listening. She clasped her hands together and began muttering what sounded like words of prayer. Hearing the commotion, an elderly man with white hair came rushing in from outside and knelt beside the woman in the same way. "Meltina-sama hasn't abandoned this orphanage...! How grateful, how grateful...!" "Please, raise your head... really, I was just...!" Not knowing what to do, I could only stand there flustered, still holding the baby. The older children also froze with wide eyes. "In this village, a wet nurse is valued as much as the village chief. You're someone who gives milk to babies who've lost their mothers and raises them," The woman finally stood up and explained while wiping tears from her eyes. In this village called Harmina, wet nurses were called "those who connect life," and it was forbidden by village law not only to be rough with them, but even to make unreasonable marriage proposals to them. "...A wet nurse, huh," I muttered softly. My feelings were complicated. The body I'd hated in my previous life, the body I'd wanted to hide. In this world, it was being called a "blessing" and everyone was bowing to me. I didn't know if I should laugh or cry. (My complex just became a job out of nowhere... nobody told me about this...) Thinking that, I found it getting a little funny, and I let out a dry laugh. "What is this, I don't understand...?" The baby in my arms slept peacefully through all the commotion, as if it had nothing to do with them. The small breathing tickled my chest. That night. I was given a small room behind the orphanage and lay down on a straw bed. Outside the window, the shadows of trees illuminated by moonlight spread out. That must be the Cleave Forest the villagers had mentioned. From the direction of the goat pen, a goat made a small, sleepy sound. The leaves in the vegetable garden rustled gently in the night breeze. (I've never seen stars like these in my previous life.) I thought such things while gazing blankly out the window. Suddenly, a low sound echoed from far away. A heavy growl that seemed to crawl up from the depths of the earth. It was too large to be the voice of a beast. "...What was that?" I sat up and leaned my face toward the window. The forest was dark, and I couldn't see anything. But that growl was definitely there. The sound of rustling leaves seemed closer than before. I pulled the blanket toward me and curled up a little. Something was moving in the depths of the forest. I didn't yet know what it was.

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