🎶 Phlake - Pregnant

"You are pregnant."

When I heard those words, only one thought came to mind. They say if you're unlucky enough, you could choke to death on a sip of water. I must be insanely unlucky.

Was it the alcohol? Was it the pheromones? Or was it both? Or was I just crazy? Yes, I must have been crazy to do such a thing. The problem was that I couldn't remember who the other person was from a month ago.

Only that he was an Alpha. That something happened that night. And that the result of it is now inside my stomach. Those were the only three things I remembered for sure.

Was I in heat, or was he in rut? Maybe it was both. Whatever it was, the situation had already reached an irreversible point.

A university professor got carried away by pheromones for one night and had an accident with an Alpha whose face he can't even remember. And got pregnant.

If this were to become a rumor, it wouldn't just be a matter of privacy. My entire life was at stake. In a world where the social positions of Omegas and Alphas are clearly defined, the past 36 years I've lived as an Omega have been anything but smooth.

I worked like a madman. Just so I wouldn't be undervalued for the sole reason of being an Omega. I survived more fiercely than anyone else.

Do you know how long it took me to get to this position?

So I decided. Let's settle this as if nothing happened. It was something I could never apologize enough for to the life that came to me. My heart ached coldly at that thought.

But I didn't have the confidence to take responsibility for this life. Not yet. No, probably never. I thought I just had to return everything to how it was at the beginning.

However, the world didn't move the way I wanted it to.

"Patient, I'm sorry, but we cannot perform surgery without the consent of the fathering Alpha."

The moment I heard that, my mind went blank.

"Legally, it's not something we can proceed with at our discretion."

So. It meant that I couldn't settle the pregnancy I created as I pleased, nor could I take responsibility for it as I pleased. It wasn't that I hadn't expected this.

A gender-equal society.

I know how long voices have been calling for the equal protection of Alpha and Omega rights. After all, I was the one teaching that from the lectern.

But once it became a matter of my own body, I realized. How ridiculous the 'equality' the world speaks of truly is. In the end, at the crucial moment, the Alpha's rights still come first.

It's my body. I'm the one who's pregnant. Yet the right to decide isn't in my hands.

But actually, there was a bigger problem. I didn't even know who that Alpha was. I wasn't just saying that. I really had no memory. A person who usually gets tipsy off half a can of beer had three glasses of hard liquor over 40% ABV.

Add the Alpha's pheromones to that. It was a miracle I had any memory at all.

I forced myself to dig up memories of that night a month ago. I think he had black hair. No. Was it brown? At this rate, I must have face blindness.

Amidst the blurry memories that felt like my head would explode, there was only one thing that remained strangely vivid.

The voice.

Excessively low and deep. So much so that it was clearly embedded even in that crazed consciousness. It was a bass tone I had never heard before. Ultimately, relying solely on that voice, I began to search for the person from that night myself.

The place we first met.

Of course, a professor teaching ethics at a university frequenting a gay bar every evening was, in another sense, putting my life on the line. But the situation was urgent.

I visited that place every evening. However... No matter how many times I went, that Alpha never appeared. Instead, because I was exposed to the pheromones of various Alphas while pregnant, my physical condition only got worse.

It was maddening. Time was not on my side. A day passed. Then another week. The life inside my womb was clearly growing.

I became a little more anxious every week. Fearing I might reach a point where I couldn't decide anything. The mere thought of it took my breath away, but eventually, time flowed on.

Until the start of the semester.

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In the end, I had to be a perfect professor while in the body of a pregnant Omega. Dozens of students with different secondary genders filled the classroom, and numerous pheromones mixed together.

My stomach felt uneasy and my head throbbed with a headache, but I couldn't let it show.

"I will check attendance first."

I called out the names of over forty students one by one. One. Two. Three. The students answered each time their names were called. I looked at them with the face of a perfect professor.

Forty-two students. Before I knew it, I was at the end. The name written on the last line of the attendance sheet.

Guest.

I opened my mouth without much thought.

"Yes, Professor."

At that moment. My fingertips stopped.

Uh...?

I slowly raised my head. A student was looking at me from his seat. And then, I heard that voice again. This time, more clearly.

"Yes."

The moment it entered my ears, that ultra-low bass dug straight into the depths of my mind. I saw a few students nearby glancing at him. It made sense. It was a voice that stood out.

But for me, it was a much more horrific situation. My heart sank. I just knew the moment I heard it.

Found him.

But actually, the biggest problem was something else. Why. Why did that voice have to be heard in a situation where it shouldn't be heard, from a person of a status it shouldn't come from?

I looked down at the attendance sheet again. The Alpha from that day. The person who is the source of the life currently in my womb. A mere 20-year-old. And to top it off, a student attending my lecture.

The world might be small, but this is just wrong.