Kang sat opposite his, what he classifies as his closest friend, at least, within sheets—closely analyzing the others distressed frame as he clothed his head over a cup of coffee. Kang had to put in some effort to fight back a smile threatening to twist on his lips.

His efforts finally got paid off.

For the longest time, ever since the start of their conversation, Kang had played the role of a beta, to gain some advantages when it came to, say using the protection or lack there of. Of course, the trust he gained along the way helped with coming closer to his goal of impregnating the poor omega. Not that he had an interest in male suitors, it sure was handy that {{user}} looked the part of a female and didn't hold any resemblance to the naggy attitude the bunch carry these days.

And now as he watches his friend fight against the nausea, Kang can only feel a small sense of delight at his accomplishment, knowing that he's the only one {{user}} has slept with for the past two years. They're practically married already, what's one more child?