By Zephyria 
Contrary to my dissatisfaction, my penis, being sucked by his mouth, throbbed in response to the stimulation. Perhaps because it was small and easy to suck, Kwon Yi-kang took my penis in his mouth, sucking, licking, and rolling it with his tongue as if playing. He would suck so hard his cheeks hollowed out, poking the tip of his tongue into the urethral opening or biting it gently with his lips.
Seeing him so relaxed and playful, the boiling excitement and the brief feeling of loveliness I felt were about to vanish.
“If you’re just going to play around, get off.”
When I spoke grumpily, pushing his shoulder with my foot, he shrugged his shoulders with a look of confusion.
“I’m sucking it with all my heart and soul; it hurts my feelings when you say that.”
“All your heart and soul while doing all sorts of crazy shit with your mouth?”
“This is what you call technique.”
Since I had already been criticized for my technique, I felt a surge of anger. Damn technique.
“Tell your technique to go fuck itself.”
“Both are already out, though.”
Kwon Yi-kang replied smoothly, shaking his own exposed penis with his hand. Why is he so good at talking back today? I muttered a curse in frustration.
“You said you’d give me a service. You should lie still so I can enjoy it.”
This isn’t the kind of service I was talking about! I tried to argue, but the voice that was about to come out was sucked back into my throat by the dense movement of his tongue.
His finger touched the private area exposed by my spread thighs. His fingertip slowly rubbed the wrinkles where the leaked saliva had pooled.
My easily wet hole was defenseless even to another’s touch. Familiarly accepting and swallowing the fingers that dug in without restriction, I responded rhythmically wherever those fingers pressed. With the thick play of the tongue in the front and the familiar movement of fingers in the back, my body melted helplessly.
Technique or whatever, intoxicated by the pheromones in the familiar man’s arms, I let out moans that would please Kwon Yi-kang’s ears as much as he wanted.
∞ ∞ ∞
—Why did you move on your own without telling me?
“There’s no need for us to move together. We can come together once things are certain.”
I replied without a hint of remorse to the reproaching voice.
“What, are you afraid someone will hire people to kidnap me in the middle of the day? At a hospital?”
Haven’t you watched too many dramas? As I giggled, Kwon Yi-kang let out a sigh.
—It’s not like that’s never happened. That’s why I have to be more careful.
If you put it that way, I have nothing to say. Ah, seriously. Why do the people in my house always do things that are so hard to imagine, the kind of stuff you only see in dramas? They’re making my life way too spectacular.
“It’s okay. Mr. Lee came with me.”
―You’re moving around with a driver they provided? Does that even make sense?
“I told you it’s okay. Mr. Lee isn’t the kind of person who would sell me out. Right?”
Lee Kyung-jin, who was sitting next to me with a reluctant expression, nodded in affirmation at my question. Right now, rather than worrying about selling me out or whatever, he looked like he was struggling just to keep his composure due to the pressure of being in this place.
“I’m just going to hear the results and leave quickly. Regardless of the result, come home early today. Leave work on time.”
―I’m waiting. I’ll come there now.
“I told you there’s no need to come. It’ll be over once I go in for the consultation; it’ll take longer to wait for you to arrive. Don’t come and just leave work early. I’ll tell you what’s in my belly then.”
I didn’t know if I’d be bringing home roundworm medication or a pregnancy handbook. Only after giggling and teasing Kwon Yi-kang plenty did I hang up the phone.
“Mr. Lee!”
I looked at Lee Kyung-jin, who was incredibly tense just from sitting still, with an absurd expression.
“Why are you so nervous, Mr. Lee? Kwon Yi-kang is the one who should be worrying about becoming a father.”
“Still, just in case it’s a pregnancy…”
“Aw, no way. Does that happen so easily? From what I heard, the probability of an Omega getting pregnant isn’t that high.”
“Still, the Young Master is young, and since you spent several heat cycles together, the probability might not be that low.”
“…Is that so?”
I didn’t know that. Still, it’s been nearly four months of fucking with Kwon Yi-kang. If I were really pregnant, wouldn’t my belly be swollen like Namsan Mountain by now? There are too few signs to think I’m pregnant. I shook my head while rubbing my flat stomach.
“Mr. Cha Soo-kyung.”
“Yes.”
“Please come into the consultation room.”
“Mr. Lee, stay here. I’ll be right back.”
Leaving Lee Kyung-jin in the waiting room, I entered the consultation room. The scenery, decorated quaintly unlike a typical hospital room, slightly eased my instinctive tension.
“Mr. Cha Soo-kyung?”
“Yes.”
I sat across from the doctor with the desk between us. The doctor, who had been reviewing the chart on the computer monitor, turned his gaze toward me and asked.
“How has your physical condition been lately? Is there anything particularly different from before?”
Even if he asks that, it hasn’t even been half a year since I entered Cha Soo-kyung’s body. How am I supposed to know what is normal for an Omega or what has changed particularly?
“Um, …I don’t know.”
“Have you felt unusually tired lately, or have you been feeling an overwhelming urge to sleep?”
“My body is just naturally prone to sleeping a lot, so I’m not sure.”
Before leaving home, I did move around a bit, saying I was learning painting or English, but since leaving, I’ve done nothing but eat and play at Kwon Yi-kang’s apartment. I don’t have anything tiring to do, and I spend my time sleeping whenever I can, so I don’t know if my sleep has increased.
“Any stabbing pains or stiffness in your lower abdomen?”
“That also… not really…”
“Since there aren’t always definitive symptoms and it’s often just a subtle feeling that your body is different than usual, there are people who notice late. Looking at the blood test levels, it doesn’t seem to be the very beginning; it looks to be about seven or eight weeks.”
“What is?”
“The pregnancy.”
“Ah…?”
My eyes rolled at the doctor’s words. I felt like I heard something strange, but it was difficult to grasp the exact meaning.
“You are pregnant.”
Perhaps my blank expression was funny, as the doctor gave a small laugh and spoke again as if to confirm.
“Didn’t you confirm it with a store-bought test kit before coming?”
“No.”
I decided not to say, I just came to check so I could tell Kwon Yi-kang to eat shit because he was so convinced I was pregnant.
Wow, pregnant. And me, at that.
A hollow laugh escaped me out of absurdity. I knew that if one was an Omega, a man could give birth, but the fact that it applied to me was like seeing a mythical dragon in real life.
In short, it was a very unrealistic reality.
It was hard to believe, yet the fact that I could only let out a hollow laugh saying, ‘Wow, pregnant,’ might be because Kwon Yi-kang had been drilling it into me for so long. I’ve become too familiar with the word ‘pregnancy.’ If Kwon Yi-kang had aimed for this effect, it was a truly masterful strategy.
“Shall we take a closer look with an ultrasound?”
The doctor stood up from the chair, opened the curtain covering one side of the room, and gestured. As I hesitantly approached and lay on the bed, he smeared something thick on my belly and placed a machine-like device against it.
“Don’t be nervous, just breathe comfortably.”
The machine moved over my belly as if giving a massage. When he told me to look, I checked the upper monitor, but I only saw white waves shaking around against a blurry background.
“Are you… really sure it’s a pregnancy?”
“Yes, it’s the 8th week. Do you see the gestational sac here?”
Even if he says that, I can’t tell what is what. There was a blurry space against a black background, and inside that blurry space was another black lump. Inside that black lump, I could see something like a blurry peanut.
“The gestational sac is well-positioned. The baby is visible too.”
“I don’t see it.”
No matter how hard I looked, there was nothing that looked like a child. Is something wrong with my eyes, or the doctor’s?
“Here is the head, and the arms and legs.”
The doctor traced the shapes with his finger as he spoke, but no matter how I looked at it, there was no part that looked like a human brat. Since the doctor had no reason to scam me, I just nodded and accepted it, but it would have been far more believable if he had said there was an undigested peanut in my belly.
“Is that really a baby?”
“Yes. From now on, it can truly be called a fetus. This is the period when it fully takes on a human shape and brain cells are completed. However, this is also the period with the highest risk of miscarriage, so you must be especially careful.”
Listening to the doctor, it did start to look a bit like a person. Actually, ‘person’ is a stretch; it was more like a big-headed teddy bear with arms and legs, a slight evolution from a peanut.
“You can also hear the fetal heartbeat. Would you like to hear it?”
“No, later.”
I hurriedly waved my hand to stop the doctor. Part of it was because I wasn’t mentally prepared, and part of it was because I thought of Kwon Yi-kang, who had wanted a child so much that he was convinced before I was.
“…I’ll come back later with Kwon Yi-kang to hear it.”
“Yes, please make sure to accompany your husband next time. Everyone is usually very moved by their first child.”
Would he be moved? He probably would. Since he’s the guy who sang about having a child so much that I’ve been brainwashed into adapting to this reality so quickly.
“At 8 weeks, as the uterus expands, you might feel stabbing pains or stiffness in your lower abdomen. As long as it’s not a squeezing pain or the pain doesn’t gradually worsen, it’s a normal symptom, so don’t worry too much.”
“But for someone pregnant, my belly isn’t out yet.”
“It’s still early. As the months pass, your belly will gradually start to swell. Also, following that, you’ll feel the need to urinate frequently. Try not to hold it and go to the bathroom immediately. If you hold it, you might get cystitis.”
“Yes.”
After that, the doctor mentioned a few more precautions. My brain was already screaming that it had reached its limit. I should come back with Kwon Yi-kang soon to hear the baby’s heartbeat and write down the precautions.