Became Pregnant With the Demon King’s Child

Lowell slowly opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw was someone’s broad chest. Still not fully awake and adrift in a haze, he reached out and pressed his hand against it—solid enough that even in his daze, he instinctively wanted to touch it again. He kneaded the chest in front of his eyes a few times, then noticed the black hair and began stroking it softly, the way he would with a lover.
But no way… he never had a chest this big. We’ve been broken up for ages anyway.

As his mind slowly cleared, Lowell looked around. Once his vision returned fully, he began to piece the situation together.
“Ah… don’t tell me I slept with Felix.”
His body was sore, and his voice was completely hoarse. The memories came back—the way he had kept moaning because Felix had been relentless all night. Groaning, Lowell reached for his throbbing head as bits and pieces of last night began to resurface.

But it didn’t take long for him to shake off the despair.
What’s done is done.
Lowell decided to treat what happened last night as an unavoidable accident. His first heat had been far more dangerous and overwhelming than he’d imagined. And Felix—confronted with an Omega throwing himself at him—wouldn’t have had the ability to refuse. In fact, considering the path Felix was supposed to take to become the Demon King, Lowell thought it was almost praiseworthy that he hadn’t been cruel or dismissive.

“He really is handsome.”
Felix was so beautiful it made him feel guilty for having thought about his ex. As Lowell continued stroking his hair, Felix pulled him into his arms. Rather than resist, Lowell accepted the embrace with a gentle warmth.
Even his grumbling in his sleep is kind of cute.

It felt strange to find such a large man cute, but something about Felix’s age—just twenty-two—made him seem younger than he was.
A seven-year age gap. No wonder I feel like he’s a late-born younger brother or something.
Lowell deliberately ignored the fact that it was wildly inappropriate to compare someone he’d just had sex with to a little brother. Many more trials were bound to come to tempt Felix in the future. Last night was just the first button being fastened.

Whether it was fastened right, though, I’m not sure…
Lowell needed to stop Felix from becoming the Demon King and find a way to live a peaceful life for himself. But he had a sinking feeling the latter part was slipping further out of reach.
Well… I’ll manage somehow.

Lowell was nothing if not relentlessly optimistic. The sunlight had grown stronger. Felix, who’d looked like he would stay asleep forever, slowly opened his eyes. His pupils glimmered like obsidian in the light.
“Good morning, Lord Felix.”
Felix looked between Lowell in his arms and his own naked body in disbelief—then abruptly sat up. The motion nearly threw Lowell off the bed. He barely managed to catch himself by reaching out with one arm. Felix paled at the realization that he’d almost hurt him.
“Isn’t it a little much to shove someone first thing in the morning when you just spent the night together?”

Propping up his chin, Lowell spoke with a playful tone. There was an undercurrent of care in his words, an attempt to soothe Felix’s alarm. But Felix, clueless to the intent, stared at the scattered clothing on the floor with his mouth agape.
“What are you playing at?”
His voice had turned cold. It wasn’t even comparable to the gentle tone he’d used to comfort Lowell the night before—it sounded like a completely different person.

“What the hell did you do to me?”
Instead of voicing the assumption that waking up in the same bed as an Omega should lead to a more affectionate reaction, Lowell simply smiled.
“I saved you from being poisoned and possibly falling into danger. To convince a suspicious Grand Duke like you, I even drank the drugged champagne myself. Don’t you remember?”

It was a bit too impolite for addressing a duke, but Felix, long used to being treated coldly, didn’t seem to care. In fact, it was something else that rubbed him the wrong way.
“You were the one who drugged it, weren’t you? Otherwise, how would you have known my glass was poisoned?”
It was a sound suspicion.

If I were him, I’d have doubted the other person too after what happened.
But that didn’t mean there weren’t holes in the logic.
“What would I even gain from doing that?”

“There’s no shortage of people who’d love to expose my weakness. You’re probably someone’s pawn.”
Felix’s voice rose as he scowled. He was overcompensating—lashing out to deny even the brief attraction he’d felt toward Lowell.
“And where has that left us, exactly?”

“What?”
Trying to figure out how to handle this prickly, suspicious man, Lowell decided to speak.
The first step is establishing trust.

And for people like Felix, emotional appeals never worked. Rational discussion would go much further.
“I drank the drug instead of you. And instead of giving me medication for the heat, you slept with me.”
He paused to gauge Felix’s expression—and noticed something strange there: frustration.

Is he blaming himself for messing things up? Regretting that he didn’t keep the promise he made?
Lowell quickly stepped in before Felix’s thoughts spiraled too far.
“I’m not blaming you or holding a grudge, so stop making that face. What a waste, having such a beautiful face and ruining it with that expression.”

“My face always looks like this.”
Felix snapped in a blunt tone, but Lowell’s gentle reply had clearly disarmed him.
“You didn’t look like that last night. You were sweet and gentle.”

At the mention of the night before, Felix clamped his mouth shut again.
I really shouldn’t enjoy teasing him this much…
Lowell didn’t see him as threatening. Knowing how rough his childhood had been, Lowell couldn’t bring himself to °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° think poorly of Felix.

“In any case, we both lost to the pheromones. But there’s really no issue now, is there?”
“No issue?”
“Of course not. No scandal broke out, no one got hurt. If anything, I’d say things were resolved pretty cleanly.”

Buttoning his shirt—which had nearly been torn apart—Lowell added:
“There might be some gossip about the two of us… but seriously, how many people go into a room together and don’t come out till morning? If you’re worried, just say you felt sick and nothing happened. In short, no real damage has been done to your reputation.”
His reasoning was airtight. So far, nothing had occurred that could truly harm Felix. And yet, his expression showed no sign of softening.

“So this really meant nothing to you, didn’t it?”
There was no inflection in Felix’s voice. It was so cold it chilled the air. Lowell had never slept with someone who wasn’t a lover. So in a way, yes—what had happened was a big deal for him, too. But compared to the fact that he had transmigrated into a book, it didn’t feel like something to make a fuss over.
Felix furrowed his brow at Lowell’s brief silence.

“You’re absolutely shameless.”
The insult landed sharp and bitter. Felix dressed roughly, his movements jerky with irritation. Watching him, Lowell let out a faint sigh.
“…Was it your first time?”

Felix’s hand froze mid-motion. Sometimes, silence revealed more than words. Lowell suddenly remembered—the novel never once described Felix dating or sleeping with anyone.
I thought the author just skipped over it because it wasn’t important… but maybe he really hadn’t had anyone.
A wave of guilt hit him. Even if what happened was consensual, having his first time unfold like this couldn’t have been pleasant.

“…I’m sorry. I didn’t think of that.”
Fully dressed now, Felix glared at him—then immediately blanked his face again. Before Lowell could reach for him, he turned toward the door.
“I hope we never meet again.”

The door slammed behind him, drawing a hard line between them.
Lowell stared at it, murmuring to himself.
“…What am I supposed to do now?”

If Felix becomes the Demon King after we part ways like this, I’ll be the one who ends up dead, won’t I?
Lying back in bed, Lowell started thinking about how to get close to Felix again.
He didn’t have to think for long. Three days later, Lowell and Felix found themselves seated across from each other at a formal meal.

“Eat as much as you’d like.”
The moment their eyes met, Felix scowled as if on reflex. But instead of returning the grimace, Lowell met him with a cheerful smile.