A Villain's Pregnancy
Chapter 2
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The fever, which was stealing away his consciousness, caused his memories to fade in fragments. Taeseo felt someone's hands lift up his body and cold liquid flowed into his mouth, the bitter aftertaste suggests it might have been medicine.
'I have given the suppressant...'
'An Omega with this face...'
'Even if you hang on like that...'
'Ha... Why isn't it working?'
Someone's voice kept echoing in his ears. Is this person on the phone? Or were they talking to me?
His body was too hot to think clearly. As he writhed in agony, his clothes were stripped off, and he felt the cold bedding against his skin. It seemed to briefly alleviate the fever, but only for a moment.
When something cold was placed on his naked, burning body, he instinctively grabbed it.
He felt himself desperately crying for help, trying to forcefully squeeze out the words "Help me". Uttering that single phrase had been excruciatingly difficult. But once the words broke free, they poured out like a dam bursting: Help me. Save me. Please, look at me.
'You'll regret this later.'
Regret? What regret? Right now, he just wanted someone to cool down his burning body. The touch between his legs seems to briefly quench his thirst, but he couldn't be sure.
At this moment, he couldn't recall anything about being trapped in a novel or being a villain. He simply blurted out whatever came to mind.
'Just do it, since you don't have to take responsibility!' He had screamed. 'Come here and hold me!'
'Don't come crying to me later about taking responsibility, kid.'
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Taeseo slowly opened his eyes as he woke up. The first thought that crossed his mind as he regained consciousness was: Was it all a dream?
"This is absurd, transmigrating into a novel's character..."
It was utterly illogical and impossible. Therefore, everything that had happened must have been a dream. To think that he actually transmigrated into a villain.....
"Why is there a hole in the ceiling?"
Tae Seo rubbed his eyes, his vision still blurry. As he blinked, the scene became clearer, revealing a rectangular window in the ceiling.
"A sunroof?"
"I opened it so you could look at the sky and clear your head."
Taeseo jolted upright at the unfamiliar male voice. Only then did he notice the opulent room and, even more strikingly, the man standing beside him.
"Who... wait, why are you only wearing a bathrobe?"
What's going on now? Taeseo ruffled his hair and glanced around the room, his eyes landing on a sleek black smartphone. He instinctively picked it up, the familiar grip making him try to unlock the screen. But the moment he did...
Taeseo froze, staring at his reflection in the dark screen.
Am I still dreaming?
The face he'd seen yesterday was staring back at him, leaving him completely bewildered. He looked up at the man standing before him.
"That's mine. Put it down."
The man crossed his arms, glaring down at Taeseo with disdain. As if that wasn't enough, he repeated Taeseo's words under his breath, then let out a disbelieving scoff.
"What do you mean 'who'? After pulling all those stunts yesterday, you've already forgotten everything?"
"Forgotten?"
"Who am I?"
"I don't know."
"Where do you think you are?"
"...A hotel?"
"Do you remember how you lost consciousness yesterday?"
"I drank champagne..."
For now, if he was still "Taeseo," he had indeed lost consciousness after drinking the champagne. Though, more accurately, it was the drug in it.
"Come to think of it, I feel fine?"
Taeseo touched his body. He had felt feverish before losing consciousness yesterday, but now he was perfectly fine. His body felt light, and though his face was slightly flushed, his temperature was only slightly higher than usual.
Though Taeseo was just sitting, his body felt not only light, but also refreshed.
"What happened?"
"You... fed me medicine, didn't you? I remember taking something."
"You remember that perfectly well, but you forgot about me?"
The man slowly approached Taeseo, step by step. His imposing presence was amplified by his physique that's larger than the average man. Whether it was his thick eyebrows or sharp eyes, his face carried an intimidating aura that made Taeseo instinctively reach for the edge of the bed.
Every instinct urged Taeseo to retreat as the man advanced. But then, Taeseo suddenly realized the comforter felt different, and he unconsciously lowered his gaze.
'Where did all my clothes go?'
He couldn't remember why he was completely naked.
"Look up," the man said firmly.
Tae Seo unconsciously raised his head. There was an undeniable authority in the man's voice.
"Name."
"Taeseo... Yun Taeseo."
"Age."
"Twenty... five?"
He wasn't sure about this, but he blurted out the first number that came to mind.
"Occupation?"
"University student."
"Secondary gender."
"Beta."
The questions were straightforward, so he answered it all easily except for the age, but then the man suddenly fell silent.
He studied Taeseo's face, then lowered his gaze to scan the body hidden beneath the comforter. When he looked up again, Taeseo had subtly pulled the comforter up to cover his face.
"Beta?"
"Yes."
"Since when?"
"...Since when? Since yesterday?"
In the world where Taeseo originally lived, there were no such things as Alphas/Omegas/Betas. Having entered this novel and learned that his own nature was Beta, he answered "since yesterday." But the man's expression remained displeased, his brow furrowed.
"I'm not in the mood for games."
"Neither am I. Actually, my head's a mess, and I just want to be alone."
Until now, Taeseo hadn't had enough time to sort out his thoughts. When Taeseo retorted without backing down, the man's eyebrow arched slightly.
"Fine. Think it over carefully."
The man turned away as if he had nothing more to say to Taeseo. He then removed his bathrobe and began picking up the clothes laid out on the side, one by one.
Taeseo was startled by the man suddenly revealing his naked body before him, but he quickly found himself curiously examining the man's well-toned physique. Even as a man himself, Taeseo couldn't help but turn to admire such a sculpted body—he was no different from anyone else.
Then, a sudden wave of realization washed over him: Why am I staring at the naked body of a man whose name I don't even know?
"Um, excuse me," Tae Seo began awkwardly.
"Kang Seheon," the man replied, turning to face Tae Seo as he picked up his tie.
"Not 'excuse me,' Kang Seheon."
"Yes, Mr. Kang Seheon. So, about yesterday... could you explain what happened?"
Taeseo mustered up the courage to ask Kang Se-heon. He didn't expect Kang Seheon to be particularly forthcoming, but given the current vibe, it was clear that the man had helped him. Kang Seheon seemed annoyed, as if being bothered by a nuisance.
Kang Seheon studied Taeseo's expression, trying to discern whether the younger man was brazenly pretending to have forgotten the events of the previous day or genuinely unaware. Once he had a sense of the situation, Kang Seheon approached the bed where Taeseo lay.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Kang Seheon casually adjusted his tie. He tilted his head to the side, smoothed the collar of his shirt, and finally released his tie, opening his mouth to speak.
"You went into heat yesterday."
"......"
Heat referred to the estrus cycle that only Omegas experience. But that made no sense. Taeseo was clearly a Beta, which was why he couldn't bond with Kang Inhyeok...
"I gave you a suppressant, but it didn't calm you down. There are a few reasons why suppressants might not work: if you've forced yourself into heat, or if it's your first heat cycle..."
If Taeseo had truly manifested as an Omega and went into heat, then, as Kang Seheon said, the suppressants wouldn't have worked.
"While I was wondering what to do with you, who was still overheating, you started scratching yourself all over, saying you were too hot. So I took off your clothes, and then you clung on to me, begging me to hold you."
"I did?"
"You did."
Taeseo fell silent at Kang Seheon's nonchalant reply. He didn't know the man well, but for some reason, he found him strangely difficult to deal with.
"So, yesterday, we..."
"Let me finish," Kang Seheon interrupted abruptly.
"You look young, and I don't even know who you are. Yet you keep clinging to me, begging to sleep with me. I thought you were just some kid trying to latch onto me and get something out of it..."
Kang Seheon trailed off as he looked ahead.
"So I was about to leave you here, but you said one thing that made me turn back."
"What did I say?"
"That I didn't need to take responsibility, so I should just hurry up and hold you."
"Who's holding who?"
"Me, holding you."
"But I'm a man."
"And an Omega."
Even to Taeseo's seemingly playful question, Kang Seheon replied patiently, only deepening Taeseo's confusion. Thanks to this, Taeseo now had a better understanding of the situation, but it didn't alleviate the frustration weighing on his heart.
"Are all your questions answered now? You're not going to ask if we slept together, are you?"
"I understand. We didn't sleep together."
Taeseo replied with petulance, his tone sarcastic. Kang Seheon chuckled at the sight and reached out to touch Taeseo's forehead. Startled by the sudden physical contact, Taeseo jerked back, his body tensing with wariness.
"What are you doing?"
"Your fever seems to have broken, and you're lucid again, so let me repeat myself. Our pheromones happened to match, and I helped you through your heat cycle. That's all there is to it. Don't try to read too deep into this or try to hold it against me."
Kang Seheon emphasized with a smile, "I have no desire to be manipulated by a lump of flesh."
íëŠė´ - Blood lump/clot, Infant, Immature person
You understand what I mean, right?
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