[Cyberpunk Setting] [ABO] [Stockholm Syndrome Romance] [Male Pregnancy]
Phil is a beta from a wealthy family, handsome and refined. Through cunning and ruthless resolve, he dominates the business world, keeping a host of alphas under his thumb. Year after year, he is voted No. 1 on the list of "Omegas' Most Anticipated Dates."
But Phil has one fatal flaw.
He can't perform.
Phil changes dates at a frantic pace. He treats every one of them with tenderness and charm, then coldly kicks them to the curb just as things are about to go all the way.
As long as he dumps them one step ahead of time, no one will ever discover he can't perform.
He is terrified, yet somehow feels perfectly justified.
Until one day, he breaks up as usual with a newly acquired commoner omega. Who could have guessed that the fragile omega would be so devastated that he threw himself from a rooftop?
Phil is cornered and has his throat slit.
Only as he lies dying does he finally realize who he has provoked.
Behind this seemingly helpless omega stands the Second Heir to the Imperial Throne.
Reborn, Phil has a change of heart. Confident that his irresistible charm and willingness to cast aside his dignity and submit will win him the omega's favor, he plans to ride the omega's coattails and cling tightly to the Crown Prince.
After avenging her mentor's orphaned child, Lilith dies in an assassination attempt.
When she opens her eyes again, she has returned to the time before the orphan was driven to jump from a rooftop by a scumbag beta.
At a banquet that day, she is listening intently to the orchestra's nervous performance when someone taps beside her. She looks up to see a young, lively omega excitedly pulling along a familiar, handsome man.
"Your Highness," the little omega announces excitedly, "I want to give you an unexpected gift. Look, this is Phil, a wonderful young man. I'm sure you'll enjoy spending time with him."
She pauses, then gives the handsome beta a cold look.
"Miss Hamilton," he says respectfully, kissing her hand. In his eyes is the familiar calculation and certainty of a schemer. "The beautiful sun of the Federation, your beauty shines as brightly as the glory of the Empire."
Lilith's gaze turns meaningful.
Phil, a seasoned liar, has never tasted the price of betrayal. Even after dying once, he still hasn't learned to behave.
A scumbag delivered right to her door. A dog delivered right to her door.
Lilith smiles. "Yes, this is a lovely gift."
"I like it."
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When Phil fails to escape for the seventeenth time, he is pinned beneath the skirts of the young tyrant, covered in wounds and filled with despair.
And when he sees Lilith's interested gaze linger on his slightly rounded belly, he feels as though he has fallen into an icy abyss.
His belly, hidden so thoroughly despite having already been bound flat.
"This is a lovely gift," the Emperor says with a smile, just as she did that day. "I like it."
Reader's Guide:
1. No female lead. The male lead has a long romantic history, but is physically incapable.
2. The male lead is a genuine scumbag, and the female lead is truly cold-blooded and ruthless. This is a Stockholm syndrome romance between two total psychos, with physical and emotional torment and old-school, melodramatic angst. Not suitable for readers with any particular character preferences.
3. With this many warnings already, don't wander in by mistake. No fixed update schedule, no contract. This is purely a pregnancy-kink story.
4. HE, more or less.
5. The author has a twisted mind and unusual tastes. No need to say anything if you drop the story.
Theme: May you, me, and everyone else all be well.
