Prologue.
Bzzzz— Bzzzzzzz—.
The phone that had been vibrating persistently fell onto the cold bathroom tile floor. The impact completely shattered the screen that had already been slightly cracked.
Thanks to that, the annoying vibration noise that had been ringing in his head abruptly stopped. Once the incessant phone calls ceased, the moaning sounds filling the cramped bathroom became even more prominent.
“Hngh, mmph…!”
Dawoon’s body swayed as he bent over with enough force to bury his face in the toilet. Dawoon barely managed to grab onto the toilet bowl with his deathly pale hands to steady himself.
He’d almost face-planted on the bathroom floor and broken his nose. Dawoon sighed as he stared at his already-broken phone screen. Then he let out another urp! sound as he continued emptying his stomach.
“Hah… I’m really dying here.”
Even though he knew he wasn’t the type to die from something like mere vomiting, the overwhelming situation made him whine involuntarily.
Dawoon couldn’t leave the toilet until there was nothing left to come out. Because he’d happened to eat a lot, he vomited for so long his skull ached. If he’d known this would happen, he should have eaten in moderation.
“Urgh…!”
While emptying his churning stomach, Dawoon carefully mulled over the symptoms that had been appearing in his body.
Frequent anemia and nausea, and a stomach that felt bloated at the slightest thing, along with unusually sensitive moods.
These were symptoms that would have sent a normal person to the hospital long ago, but not for Dawoon. For him, who had even made coughing up blood part of his daily routine, dizziness and vomiting felt as cute as a light cough.
That’s why he’d dismissed all those symptoms as trivial. He didn’t think anything of it even when he woke up in the middle of the night to stuff cake he normally wouldn’t eat into his mouth, or when his sexual desire kept flaring up and putting him through torment.
He just thought it was because he was an omega. He figured it must be because he’d been getting drenched in an alpha’s pheromones more frequently lately.
Like an idiot, not even realizing these were signals from his body.
“Haah…”
He wiped his wet lips with tissue and pressed the toilet lever.
Along with the refreshing stream of water, the salted bread he’d eaten a few hours ago cleanly disappeared from view. He felt bad for the guy who’d bought him all kinds of salted bread after he’d randomly mumbled that he wanted salty, crispy salted bread.
No. Bad, my ass.
“Ugh.”
The thought that that bastard might be the cause of this nausea made his guilt crumble away. At the same time, rage surged up and he was about to spit out curses before clamping his mouth shut.
Even though Dawoon was alone in the bathroom, he held back his profanity as if conscious of someone. As if there were other ears listening besides his own.
“……”
Dawoon’s wavering gaze naturally dropped to his flat stomach. With a deep breath, he hesitantly stroked his belly with trembling hands.
“How does this even make sense…”
He touched his stomach for a long while, muttering incomprehensible words to himself. Anxiety and confusion mixed together on his haggard, shadowed face. Large teardrops were about to form at the corners of his long eyes.
However, before tears could well up, Dawoon shook his head and wiped his eyes along with his cold-sweat-covered forehead. Deep sighs burst out one after another from his lips as he rubbed his face roughly with the back of his hand.
“This isn’t right. No way.”
Dawoon desperately denied the tremendous change that had occurred in his body.
He’d accepted entering the world of a novel, and he’d accepted becoming an omega. Not only that, but he’d adapted to the situation of becoming an Esper and having to hunt and kill all sorts of monsters.
But this… he simply couldn’t accept this.
“I’m…”
Pregnant. I’m pregnant!
Dawoon couldn’t even bring himself to speak that tremendous word out loud. Even though he’d gotten direct confirmation from a doctor, the situation didn’t feel real at all.
Of course it didn’t. The years he’d lived as a normal man were far longer than the time he’d spent living as an omega after entering a BL novel.
“There’s no way it could happen that easily. Two guys, what the hell…”
Even as he shook his head vigorously denying the situation, his hand stroking his belly was extremely careful.
“Right. I’ll get tested again. If I go to a different hospital, the results might be different. Maybe they made a mistake because big hospitals are busy.”
After letting out that long monologue, Dawoon suddenly shifted his butt.
After briefly groping the cold tile floor with his hand, he moved his weakened legs with great effort to close the toilet lid and sat on top of it. While subtly rubbing his cold butt with his hand. All of these were actions done with the lifeform in his belly in mind.
In truth, he’d done too many guilty things to deny the pregnancy outright.
And not with just one person, but with several.
Because of that, he couldn’t even figure out which bastard to resent. He let out an empty laugh at how pathetic he was.
“I’ve lost it, I really have…”
In the tightly-shut eyes of Dawoon, flesh-colored scenes that had overwhelmed him like natural disasters flashed by like a panorama. When doing it with this guy, when doing it with that guy, and when doing it with that other guy—he’d been half out of his mind every time.
Even knowing he was an omega capable of pregnancy, he’d never suspected it could happen because he’d trusted the ‘recessive’ label attached to his trait.
“They said recessive omegas can’t get pregnant… you fucking author…”
He’d been wrong to believe so firmly in the novel’s worldview settings. Dawoon glared with furrowed eyes as he scattered resentment into the air that would reach no one.
Even in the midst of all this, his hand stroking his belly remained endlessly careful and tender. Just like his name, Jeong Dawoon, which meant ‘affectionate and warm.’
