Old Man, but Mother of Xenomorphs

[Let yourself be free and pure xp work, the copy will be revised again] The old man was gentle, beautiful and unconcerned. His eyes, stained by the traces of time, were naturally moist and hazy, full of affection, like a pot of aged wine. Even if he stood there calmly, he could attract countless stunning and lustful gazes in an instant. People only know that one day he suddenly moved into the Lower City, made a living by growing and selling flowers, and adopted a few poor orphans. He became increasingly infected with a charm that has accumulated over time, attracting the men around him to be eager to pick this violet that was in full bloom and gorgeous. The greedy men spied on the old man's life, envied the flowers that he could caress between his fine white fingers, envied the orphans who received his kindness, and even indulged in the thin red eyes with slight texture on the old man's pale skin. They want to get him 💛. The deformed obsession took root in the shadows, until these greedy people couldn't help but reach out to the ignorant old man, a meteor shower changed everything—— The scavenger upstairs, who was covered in sinewy meat, poked out his non-human mouthparts. He smiled stiffly and would bring fresh raw meat to the old man every day, as well as a bottle of milk of an unknown brand; The memory dealer next door always makes weird rustling noises, and calls the old man's name obsessively and tremblingly at night, mumbling weird gibberish that he doesn't understand; The adopted orphans seem to have their own secrets. Occasionally, the old man will pick up cold scales when tidying up the room, find animal bones in the flowerbed under the window, and touch wet marks with a honey-scented scent on his clothes... Even he himself would dream of sticky, thick tentacles countless times in his deep sleep. He would be bullied by those chaotic dreams to the point of sweating and trembling until his eyes were red💛. He thought it was all very strange. Until one day, when he escaped from the overly erotic dream again, the fragile and beautiful old man suddenly discovered that his belly seemed to be bulging. He seemed... Pregnant? In that soft belly, I don't know when an indescribable little monster was conceived. He called the old man "Mom." * After a long, long time, the strange meteor shower radiation disappeared, and human beings who had experienced a disaster regained their lives. When they cheered to celebrate the end of the darkness invaded by alien life forms, the savior of mankind, the beautiful and gentle old man, was carried onto the starship by the monsters. Amidst the strange and sticky calls one after another, the old man helplessly held the monster's cheek, kissed the side face covered with fine scales, then opened his soft chest and hugged these inhuman offspring. He said, "Yes, I am your mother." ... Forever. Note: ①XP work, copywriting settings will be changed again ②The protagonist is 35 years old, a beauty, and a heartthrob. The cp is to be determined but the ending is 1v1 ③Future background, but human civilization is slightly behind ④It may contain wallpaper i, crazy Chinese literature, and elements similar to the mother-of-worms setting ⑤Add more as you think of it Intention: If you think it is right, then stick to it