The Omega Is Pregnant-Chapter 51

"[It’s been decided that Kang Su-hak has approved the contract with Wonha Electronics.]"

Kang Se-heon’s eyes remained fixed on Tae-seo, who was rolling around on the bed, while he casually continued his phone call with his secretary.

It hadn’t even been that long since their kiss, yet Tae-seo had already discarded his nervousness and was fully indulging in the comfort of the mattress.

He had tossed his jacket aside, finding it uncomfortable, and now lay there in just his shirt. He had moved around so much that the hem, which had been neatly tucked into his pants, had completely come loose. Lying on his stomach while scrolling through his phone, his slender waist was fully exposed.

Just like before, Tae-seo didn’t seem to care at all about his waist being visible. And whenever he laughed at something amusing, flipping onto his back, the dip of his waist and his flat stomach naturally caught Se-heon’s gaze.

His body looked different depending on whether he was clothed or not.

With his clothes on, his broad shoulders gave him a straight, firm silhouette. But the moment his shirt lifted, the subtle curves that had been hidden underneath came into view.

That contrast made him feel like both a Beta and an Omega at the same time.

When he was playing around or focused on something, he seemed unmistakably like a Beta. But when his long lashes framed those slightly damp eyes, or when his slender waistline came into view, he exuded the unmistakable presence of an Omega.

It was the kind of quiet distinction only someone who observed Tae-seo up close would notice.

And that someone was likely only him.

"Hahaha!"

Tae-seo burst into laughter again and flopped onto his back, holding his phone up above him. If he wasn’t careful, he’d drop it right onto his face...

Se-heon sighed, rubbing his temple as if he had long since given up on trying to control him.

It was only then that he recalled what his secretary had just said.

"Still holding onto hope, huh?"

That particular business proposal had reached Se-heon before as well, but after thorough analysis, it had been deemed unprofitable and dismissed.

One of the executives had suggested that since it was his uncle’s project, they should lend a hand even if it resulted in some losses. But Se-heon had refused without hesitation. He had no intention of wasting his people’s efforts on meaningless work just to help family.

On top of that, he had assumed his grandfather would hear about it and shut it down entirely.

Yet, seeing them persist despite that... they must be feeling quite desperate now that they had taken over KH Mart.

And Wonha Electronics, of all companies...

"What is Wonha Electronics thinking?"

Because of Se-heon, KH had the upper hand, but a decade ago, the two had been relatively equal. Even now, though they ranked second in Korea, they had successfully expanded overseas and had a stable foothold.

"[I’ll look into it.]"

The call ended just as Se-heon’s gaze met Tae-seo’s.

Thinking he was still on the phone, Tae-seo’s lips curved into a playful, silent smile as he mouthed something without making a sound.

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Se-heon burst into laughter.

Lowering his phone, he stood up from his seat and walked over. Tae-seo, still holding his phone with one hand, tilted his head up to look at him.

"Finished your call?"

"Yeah."

Se-heon sat down on the edge of the bed. His eyes swept over the curve of Tae-seo’s back, tracing the slope of his waist before smacking his thigh.

"I told you to take off your clothes and get comfortable, but our dear Tae-seo still feels the need to be nervous."

"Can’t you just take that literally? I only said it so you’d be comfortable."

Tae-seo patted the spot next to him.

It was nice that Se-heon had dressed so formally, as if determined to give Tae-seo his best. But throughout the entire evening, he hadn’t let even a single thing slip out of place.

Tae-seo admired that, but at the same time, he worried it might be exhausting. That was why he had said it.

But, of course, Se-heon had twisted it into something else entirely.

This man—once he starts getting ideas, there’s no stopping him.

"So, you’re saying you’re fine lounging around like that, with your clothes all twisted up?"

"Well..."

Today, Tae-seo had successfully carried out everything he had planned.

He had reserved a room with a great view.

He had gone to pick up Se-heon.

He had brought him here, had dinner, drank coffee—

And finally, he had confessed.

Everything was complete.

With the tension melting away, he had shed his outerwear and sprawled on the bed. But now, seeing Se-heon still sitting so stiffly, he had just wanted to make him feel more at ease.

"Just stay as you are."

Tae-seo turned back to his phone, leaving Se-heon to do whatever he pleased.

A buzz.

Another message had come in.

Tae-seo chuckled, typing out a response.

Se-heon’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Laughing at his phone while sitting right in front of him?

"Who’s texting you?"

"Mirae. He asked if I did well on my exam."

Would Se-heon recognize the name?

Apparently, ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ there was no need to worry—Se-heon instantly grew sharp.

"So you’re still in contact with your blind date partner?"

"And right in front of the person who just became your boyfriend today?"

The slight irritation in Se-heon’s voice made Tae-seo freeze, his fingers tightening around his phone.

He hadn’t even thought about it.

Mirae had just been a casual acquaintance—someone he had exchanged messages with once in a while, without any deeper meaning. But now, realizing how it must look, he felt an odd chill run down his spine.

His body stiffened.

"Wow."

"I never thought I’d be the kind of person who has to worry about my lover’s blind date partner."

Se-heon’s tone was laced with laughter, but it somehow felt more unnerving than outright anger.

It wasn’t hard to imagine him smiling like that while cutting someone down in a business meeting.

No—if it was Se-heon, he definitely did that.

Tae-seo instinctively turned off his phone.

The screen went dark, turning into a black mirror.

He angled it slightly, catching Se-heon’s reflection.

Their eyes met through the glass.

For some reason, Tae-seo felt as though he was playing right into Se-heon’s hands.

As if that weren’t enough, Se-heon slowly raised one brow, his expression turning into a smirk that wordlessly challenged him.

"Well? Care to explain?"

Tae-seo hesitated for a second, then blurted—

"Are you jealous?"

Se-heon didn’t even hesitate.

"Of course, I am."

"It’s only natural to be, Tae-seo."

"It’s just a casual greeting at the end of the semester. And I have no feelings for him at all."

Tae-seo had mentioned it so casually because it was true—he didn’t feel anything for Mirae. But somehow, things had spiraled into this.

"Sure, our first meeting was a blind date, but even then, we just had a fun conversation and parted ways. There was nothing to it. Then, a few days ago, we ran into each other, and he said something about how I never contacted him..."

Tae-seo had started explaining himself, worried that Se-heon might misunderstand.

But at some point, even he realized that something felt... off.

His words trailed off completely.

"You get it now, don’t you, Tae-seo?"

Se-heon’s voice was steady.

"Waiting for someone to text you means you care about them. Right?"

"It’s just a friend—"

"Mm. Sure. If you say so."

Tae-seo sighed and tossed his phone aside, raising one hand in surrender. The other was pressed against the bed, supporting his weight since he was lying on his stomach.

"Seriously, we’re just friends. Friends."

But Se-heon’s gaze didn’t soften in the slightest.

Tae-seo was about to insist again—when he hesitated.

"Tae-seo."

Se-heon moved onto the bed, placing one knee on the mattress.

Then, slowly, he leaned down—lowering both arms on either side of Tae-seo, effectively trapping him.

Tae-seo had been lying down but had twisted slightly to face Se-heon.

Now, his body went still.

A shadow loomed over him.

"This isn’t good, Tae-seo."

A chill ran down the back of his neck.

It felt as if that shadow had stolen all the warmth from his body.

He needed to say something.

But as Se-heon closed the distance, his mind went completely blank.

"If you give someone an opportunity like this, how do you expect them to refuse?"

"...What opportunity did I give Mirae?"

"Not him."

Se-heon smirked.

"Me."

Tae-seo blinked, confused.

What was that supposed to mean?

Se-heon let out a quiet laugh, his teeth slightly visible through the curve of his lips.

"If I were to devour you right now and say it was just jealousy..."

Wouldn’t that be convenient?

It wasn’t just jealousy, though.

Today, he had also secured the title of boyfriend.

Se-heon’s lips parted into a slow grin—one that revealed just the hint of sharp teeth.

Tae-seo slowly lowered his raised hand.

Keeping it suspended in the air felt meaningless now.

Instead, he brought it closer to his own body, just in case he needed to defend himself.

This wasn’t like before, when Se-heon had simply teased him about the bed.

This felt real.

This was dangerous.

His throat was dry.

And then—his scent.

It had been thick in the air for a while now, wrapping around him like an invisible hand. But now, it had shifted—almost as if someone had sprinkled something into it.

It was subtle, but different.

Tae-seo wanted to avoid it, but it was already sinking into his skin, crawling its way inside.

His body, which had been chilled moments ago, gradually heated up.

His breath warmed along with it.

Tae-seo bit down on his lower lip.

If he gave in to this atmosphere now...

"I... I’m a man with a child, you know."

He wasn’t alone.

Most of the time, he didn’t even remember that fact.

But right now—this moment—his mind had instinctively latched onto it.

Se-heon’s response was immediate.

"Right. You act like a child, but technically, you’re carrying one."

"Exactly. So maybe we should stop—ah!"

Tae-seo’s body jerked violently, like a fish caught on a hook.

Se-heon had placed a hand on his side without warning.

"I know. So let’s take it easy."

Se-heon’s hand slid from Tae-seo’s waist downward.

A helpless laugh bubbled up from Tae-seo as he squirmed.

It was unbearably ticklish.

He wanted to push Se-heon’s hands away completely, but they coiled around him like a snake, refusing to let go.

In the end, Tae-seo had to sacrifice his waist, his sides, and his stomach—only then was he finally able to escape the hotel room.