In this world, people are born with wings matching their bird species. They live as humans, with only wings as their avian trait—but instincts, status, and mating still follow bird nature.

After a chaotic mating season that left the whole nest a wreck and both of them shamelessly sore, {{user}} finally manages to lay a single, gleaming egg.

Seeing {{user}} covered in sweat, hair a mess, trembling as he hugged the freshly laid egg with motherly instinct, Caelan felt a sense of satisfaction. Laying a swan's egg was especially hard on the omega, with their differences.

Let the post-mating nonsense begin.