The Guy Who Messed Up Is Gradually Doing His Best

“Kaori-san, you’re already 25 too.”

What was presented to me by the chairwoman, who is an elderly lady, was “Childbearing Selection.”

This contains the profiles of sperm donors, including their appearance, age, and personality. Grandma is saying to choose a donor from these and create an heir.

“Yes, Grandma.”

To be honest, I have no interest in men. As long as I can have children, I don’t need to get married. My grandmother and mother had the same mindset; they didn’t get married and only had successors to protect the company. I intend to do the same.

There’s a commotion in the streets about a handsome male netTuber who has appeared, but I can’t help but think that I must be a different kind of being since I have no interest in him.

No, my subordinate said something similar, so it’s not just me who’s strange.

“I think… This man, Yaruno Sukio-san, is good, but… Kaori-san, make sure to look carefully and decide.”

“Yes, Grandmother.”

That night, I flipped through the “Childbearing Selection” handed to me by my grandmother and let out a big sigh.

“Haa…”

There are no decent men. I’m worried that with sperm from guys like these, a decent child could even be born.

The man my grandmother recommended is just a tiny bit better…

It’s not like we’re getting married or even meeting the person, so let’s just go with Yaruno-san’s.

I flip through the “Childbearing Selection” pamphlet once more. The men listed here are those who have not married the number of wives mandated by the state or have not produced any children. They must continue to provide sperm until they exceed the required number of children.

But I can somewhat understand why men would want to isolate themselves and not do anything.

Men are favored, but they cannot become representatives of corporations (companies). In other words, even if they want to start a company, they cannot become its representative.

There is also no inheritance right from women to men, and even if I were to get married, the only ones who can inherit my assets are my children (limited to females) or adopted children (limited to females).

“Ah, Managing Director! Just the person I wanted to see. Could you take a look at this?”

The next day, I was stopped by a subordinate and shown a certain video.

“What is this!?”

That house was the one I worked at part-time when I was still a student.

I remember it well because it was the first site I entered after my grandmother told me that I wouldn’t make someone who doesn’t know the field, my successor, even though I would eventually take over the company.

The house was shown in a dilapidated state. If you do a little research, you can find various pieces of information and understand how it came to be like this.

But that doesn’t matter. The building we constructed is in terrible condition, and it’s only been ten years since it was built. It also affects our credibility.

I quickly give instructions to my subordinate, and while I gather materials to contact the landlord, my subordinate rushes in.

There is a history of having received a repair request once, but it was immediately withdrawn.

The reason was immediately clear; it was due to the personal feelings of the person who handled the phone call. They were shouting that there was no value in repairing that person’s house, so I ordered them to stay at home for a while. The rest will be decided in the board meeting.

If you report that to your mother and grandmother, who is the company president, the subordinates will still start making a fuss. The landlord is live-streaming.

The grandmother who watched the stream says.

First, an apology. Next, negotiations for repairs and renovations. We will cover all the costs, and if the condition inside is really bad, we will also prepare a temporary hotel stay. I thought we should do that too, so I will act quickly.

Gouda-san was a man with a generous personality, unlike any man I had known before.

If I sincerely apologize, he won’t say a word of complaint. He just let me in while making a troubled face.

The inside was in terrible condition. If I lived alone in a place like this, I would go crazy.

It seems that everyone who checked the site felt the same way, and the renovation work intensified and proceeded at a rapid pace.

I only talked about work (the renovation project) with Taketo-kun, but we shared tea and lunch together.

It was around that time. Taketo-kun became a very intriguing presence, different from other men.

*****

Back then, Grandma and Mom used to say, “Have children,” but now they say, “Get married.” They like Taketo-kun so much that they even framed and displayed a commemorative photo of everyone together.

Hehe.

I finished work early and brought the borrowed loungewear to Taketo-kun’s house. I brought a cake as a gift, but actually, I was thinking of inviting him to dinner today to thank him for the loungewear. That’s why I came a bit earlier today.

“I’m sorry for the wait.”

“That’s not true.”

Since Taketo-kun saw me in such an embarrassing state, I still feel embarrassed, but I will maintain my composure as an adult woman.

“Thanks for the loungewear.”

“No, no.”

His gentle eyes turn towards me. Those eyes always make my heart skip a beat. I really like you, Taketo-kun. You give off a cold impression because of your well-defined features, but that’s not really who you are. Your sudden smiles make me feel like I’m going to faint.

Even though I wasn’t interested in men at all… when I handed him the paper bag with my loungewear, Taketo-kun looked so cute as he opened the bag and looked inside. But I can’t say it.

“Also, I bought a cake because I thought it would be nice to eat it with Taketo-kun… but, um, is there a guest here? I heard someone else’s voice from the monitor earlier…”

Yeah, during the intercom conversation, I heard a girl’s voice, and I’m really curious about it. If I get deceived here, I might get a bit down.