Hey, Can We Get a Divorce? I Want Your Place

==The blurb for my upcoming story, An Alpha Pretending to Be an Omega Really Can Get Marked, is at the very bottom. Please add it to your favorites!== As the empire’s youngest general, Seccis was rejected for reinstatement for the eighth time because he had failed his mental health assessment. He decided to follow his doctor’s orders and properly recuperate at a leisure planet owned by his family. He thought there was nothing wrong with him, apart from being a little too devoted to his work. But now, he wasn’t so sure. It all started a month ago, when a new neighbor moved in across the way. His new neighbor was a beauty with an unmistakable ancient Eastern charm. At around four months pregnant, he seemed to glow with an almost sacred radiance. Seccis caught a glimpse of him by chance and then... couldn’t look away. That night, he had an explicit, adults-only dream. When he woke up, he was too embarrassed to use the household robot, so he washed his underwear himself, his face cold. But that was only the beginning. Late at night, the camera that should have been tracking the stars quietly turned toward the neighbor’s window, then “by coincidence” and “by accident” caught sight of his round, fair pregnant belly. In the afternoon, the rehab exercises that should have taken place at the gym were moved to the little garden in front of the villa, where he could happen to run into his neighbor returning home with all sorts of things. If only that irritating android weren’t beside his neighbor, Seccis could naturally show off his helpful side and earn a gentle “thank you.” … Seccis knew his neighbor had a husband, and that the child in his neighbor’s belly had a father. He also knew that fantasizing about a beautiful married man who was pregnant crossed a moral line and went against everything he had been taught since birth. To get well again as soon as possible, mentally speaking, and return to the front lines he loved, Seccis agonized over it and decided to distance himself from his neighbor, at least on his own part. He took the camera off the balcony and moved his training back to the basement. Yet after only three days, the number of times someone knocked on his door started increasing exponentially: the household robot malfunctioned, a pipe burst, the power went out, and every time he helped, he was thanked with a little cake. Seccis chewed on the soft, long ears of the rabbit-shaped pastry and began to suspect that his neighbor was deliberately trying to seduce him. But then his neighbor suddenly and silently “disappeared” from his life. Seccis quietly put the camera back up and “observed” for many days before reaching a conclusion: his neighbor’s household robot had been fixed. Seccis: ... Helping someone is just helping someone. How is that seduction? He really must be sick! Seccis felt seriously unwell. He tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep. To keep himself from actually losing his mind one day and doing something that violated his core values and the law, he got out of bed and prepared to flee in the middle of the night. “Ding-dong, ” Seccis opened the door and saw his neighbor, clothes half-soaked and hair hanging loose. He held his slightly rounded belly and looked up with damp, glistening eyes, pleading softly, “Sir, would you be willing to take me and my child in?” Seccis: ... Wait, he really is seducing me, isn’t he? * The father of the child in my belly, my husband, is missing. Fortunately, I found him. Even if he doesn’t remember me at all. A few important content warnings: 1. A taciturn general who’s noisy on the inside top × a beautiful, seductive, black-hearted pregnant bottom who seems sweet and innocent 2. The child is the top’s! The child is the top’s!! The child is the top’s!!! 3. There really is childbirth! There really is childbirth!! There really is childbirth!!! ==Blurb for my upcoming story, An Alpha Pretending to Be an Omega Really Can Get Marked, follows== They first met in a private room with the door half open. The alpha had just come of age and couldn’t even control his pheromones. After a few sips of fruit wine, he carelessly and rudely let the scent of fruit mixed with sweet wine spill out around him. “Pretending to be an omega? How hard can it be!” The alpha slapped the table and boasted. “I’m an alpha. He can’t do anything to me. Once the partnership is over, we’ll get divorced...” “Anyway, I’m not going to let my omega sister jump into that pit of fire.” ** The second time they met was at a family-arranged matchmaking venue. The young man wore a plain black pheromone collar, and when he saw him, he gave a nervous, bashful smile. Fu Zhunan: ... The person who was the pit of fire smiled. He didn’t expose the alpha’s poor acting, and instead went along with it, “marrying” him and taking him home. ** After they were married, the alpha showed no awareness at all that he was supposed to be playing an omega. He changed his omega pheromones every other day and let his alpha pheromones slip out every five days. Fu Zhunan was blind, oblivious, and unable to smell a thing. He quietly tightened his hold over his territory and laid down the rules. “First, curfew is ten at night. You can come home late, but you need to let me know in advance. If it’s past midnight, have the driver pick you up.” “Second, this is my number. If you run into trouble, come to me, not my secretary.” “And last, most importantly, Muran, remember this.” He held the alpha by the neck, where his collar sat, and let his index finger tap, almost imperceptibly, at the gland hidden beneath the black strap. “Even if I haven’t marked you, I’m still your alpha.” Muran stared at him blankly. After a long pause, he answered awkwardly, “I understand... Now let go of me!” The alpha put on a fierce act and tossed out the rest of his words, completely unaware that the ears hidden beneath his black hair were bright red and practically begging to be kissed. ** From the first time Fu Zhunan met Muran, he thought he was fascinating. So naive and innocent it was almost stupid, enough to make him want to laugh, yet so sincere and radiant that Fu Zhunan couldn’t look away. Fu Zhunan thought: A pure, innocent sheet of paper that drifts into his hands of its own accord deserves to be crumpled and scribbled over as he pleases, until he writes his name on it and makes it his own. Theme: Those who are meant to be together will find their way to each other.