[BL] Oops! I Seduced My Sister's Fiance (And Now I'm Pregnant)

Chapter 1: Chapter 1: Transmigration Mid-Knot

I die choking on coffee.

Not heroically, not saving anyone, just me, Li Runze, twenty-eight years old, alone in my cubicle at 11 PM on a Wednesday, working overtime for the fifteenth time this month, and my body decides that this particular sip of lukewarm coffee is the hill it wants to die on.

Literally.

The burn in my throat, the panic, the desperate gasping, my phone is across the desk and no one else is on this floor. I claw at my neck like that’s going to help, vision blurring, lungs screaming, and then...

Nothing.

Just... nothing.

***

Then everything.

The scent hits me first.

Dark, overwhelming, ’Alpha’.

Cedar and something sharper, like expensive cologne mixed with raw pheromones that bypass every rational thought and sink claws directly into some primal part of my brain I didn’t even know existed. My body goes liquid with want before I’m even fully conscious, responding to a command I shouldn’t understand but somehow ’do’.

I’m face-down in sheets.. silk sheets, expensive silk sheets that definitely didn’t come from my depressing studio apartment. Someone is behind me, ’inside’ me, moving with deep, powerful thrusts that make my borrowed body arch and keen.

A hand grips my hip, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, a low voice groans near my ear, breath hot against my neck.

”Fuck, still so tight.”

My brain short-circuits.

’What. The. Fuck.’

I try to move, try to process, but my body isn’t listening. My body is arching, pressing back, meeting every thrust with desperate rolls of my hips. I’m making sounds, high, broken, ’needy’ sounds that can’t possibly be coming from me because I was a virgin when I died and also I’m pretty sure I was into women and also...

’Oh god.’

Something is happening, something is ’growing’ inside me, stretching me impossibly wider, the alpha behind me makes a guttural sound that goes straight to my cock and slams in deeper, and I feel it.. the swell, the lock, the ’knot’ forming and catching inside me.

I know what this is.

I shouldn’t know what this is. But I do.

Memories that aren’t mine flood my consciousness like ice water. A different Li Runze, twenty-two years old, omega, youngest son of the failing Li family. Wayward, reckless, heartbroken because his longtime crush Wei Jian just announced his engagement to someone else.

This Runze got blackout drunk last night at Eclipse Bar and decided the best way to handle rejection was to seduce the hottest alpha he could find.

He succeeded spectacularly.

And now I’m here, in his body, getting knotted by a complete stranger.

This is fine, everything is fine.

’Nothing is fine.’

The knot pulses, swelling another impossible inch, and I hear myself ’keen’, a high, desperate omega sound that would humiliate me if I had any brain cells left that weren’t drowning in sensation.

The alpha groans against my neck, teeth scraping over the bonding gland there (oh god, the bonding gland, ’don’t bite don’t bite don’t...’), and the sharp edge of danger sends electricity crackling down my spine straight to where we’re locked together.

”That’s it,” he murmurs, voice like dark honey and broken glass. ”Take my knot like a good omega.”

My body ’clenches’ around him in response, and he curses, hips grinding in shallow thrusts that shouldn’t be possible with how deep he is but somehow make everything worse. Or better, I can’t tell anymore.

I’m stuck. Literally locked to this person, knotted so full I can barely breathe, for the next.. I search the borrowed memories desperately.. fifteen to twenty minutes.

Cool. Cool cool cool.

I should be panicking, I ’am’ panicking, but also my body is singing with endorphins and bone-deep satisfaction, and I’m pretty sure I came at least twice already, which seems excessive for a virgin who died choking on coffee approximately ten minutes ago.

Is this hell? Did I go to hell?

Is hell just an ABO world where I’m an omega who makes catastrophic life choices?

The alpha shifts slightly and the knot drags against something inside me that makes me see stars. My cock twitches against the silk sheets, somehow still interested despite everything.

”Round two?”

The voice is deep, cultured, with an edge of dark amusement that suggests this man knows ’exactly’ what kind of situation we’re in and finds it entertaining.

I freeze.

He’s still inside me, still knotted, and he wants ’round two’?

”I...” My voice comes out hoarse, wrecked, I don’t recognize it. ”What?”

”Your heat suppressants are clearly failing.” His hand slides from my hip to my belly, possessive and warm. ”We have time before the knot goes down. And you were very... ’insistent’ last night about wanting more.”

Oh god.

Original Runze, what the fuck did you do?

I don’t have time to formulate an answer because his other hand slides around to grip my cock, still sensitive, still half-hard despite everything, and strokes firmly from root to tip.

My borrowed body responds instantly and desperately, arching back into the knot, pressing forward into his fist, chasing pleasure I’ve never experienced and somehow can’t live without.

”Please...” The word rips out of me before I can stop it.

”Please what?” His thumb circles the head of my cock, smearing precome. ”Use your words, omega.”

”I can’t...I need...” My hips rock helplessly, caught between his hand and his knot, grinding against both. Slick is leaking out around where we’re joined, I can feel it, hot and slippery and mortifying, and his answering groan suggests he can feel it too.

”That’s better.” His teeth find my ear, biting down just hard enough to make me gasp. ”You’re going to cum on my knot like a good omega, and then we’re doing this again.”

It’s not a question, it’s a command.

And my body.. this traitorous, eager omega body, ’obeys’.

The orgasm hits me like a freight train. I cry out, cock pulsing in his grip, inner muscles clenching rhythmically around his knot. The alpha curses viciously and grinds deeper, the knot somehow swelling even more as he comes again, hot and endless, filling me until I’m sure I’ll burst.

I collapse forward into the sheets, boneless and shaking.

The alpha follows me down, blanketing my back with his larger body, still locked deep inside me, his hand releases my spent cock and splays possessively across my belly.

”Good,” he murmurs against my neck, voice satisfied and dark. ”Very good.”

Right. Omega body, heat cycle, this is what omegas do.

I’m going to need so much therapy.

”That’s what I thought,” he says, like he can read my mind.

And just like that, round two begins.