My Boyfriend Is Pregnant with My Egg - Chapter 3

Chapter 6

I drew the curtains and told the security detail stationed around the house to leave.

Then I started poking the little puddle of monster.

“Hey, what the hell are you?

“Hey, how did you turn into my boyfriend?

“Hey? What’s with the egg?”

Little Monster said nothing. It had spread itself very flat.

It was even slowly losing color, fading from a lively pink into a sickly pallor.

Playing dead, huh? Avoidance might be shameful, but it worked?

I picked it up, dropped it into a frying pan, sprinkled on some salt, and turned on the heat.

“Little slugs who don’t talk get eaten by humans.”

As the temperature rose, Little Monster finally reacted.

“I’m not a slug. Do you remember when you were little, you found a weird octopus on the beach and threw it back into the sea? That was me.”

Ah… I couldn’t remember. I often rescued small animals, and I had no idea how many stranded octopuses I’d tossed back into the ocean over the years.

“A life-saving debt should be repaid with one’s body… even though you don’t like me.”

It wilted miserably, flipped itself over, and fried itself more evenly. Then it sliced off the most fragrant, crispy piece and handed it to my mouth.

“Here. Eat me.”

It sounded so defeated, with the world-weary air of someone who’d stayed up all night memorizing exam material only for none of it to show up on the test.

Somehow, as if possessed, I took a bite.

…It was pretty good. Even fresher than Yunnan mushrooms.

But I couldn’t keep eating! This was way too weird!

I picked it up with chopsticks, put it on a plate, and poked it.

“Get up. Come on, get up. Show a little backbone.”

Little Monster curled in on itself even tighter, leaving only a pair of melancholy little black-bean eyes exposed.

“Doesn’t matter anymore. I’ve been found out. I’m going to get dumped. It’s fine if I die.

“Just eat me. Add extra black pepper.”

Its voice was as faint as a thread, radiating the dead-inside energy of a college student who couldn’t find a job and was forced to grind for grad school entrance exams.

“But I haven’t even suggested breaking up yet?”

“What?!”

Little Monster was shocked. Little Monster was ecstatic. Little Monster went from (′д｀) to o(-^O^-)o.

Its tentacles flailed as it transformed from a lump of milk pudding back into a gorgeous 185-centimeter beauty and threw itself at me.

“Put some clothes on!!”

Chapter 7

“So, where did the original Shen Xingsheng go? Did you eat him?”

“I am Shen Xingsheng! That human wasn’t! I came from the stars! I am… Xingsheng…”

Questioning his identity was probably his sore spot. Shen Xingsheng began to have trouble maintaining his human form, faintly collapsing in on himself. The scene looked utterly horrifying.

“Hold it together!”

I grabbed the lump of non-Newtonian fluid in front of me and pulled it upward with all my might, trying to make the scene look less awful.

So weird. Shen Xingsheng’s whole body was melting in my hands.

And somehow, I felt a bizarre thrill.

Compared to my freeloading ex-boyfriend, who had nothing but a face, only knew how to spend money, and offered zero emotional value, the current Little Monster Shen Xingsheng was far more interesting.

Wasn’t a seasoned Little Monster more fun than a scummy man who needed seasoning?

While waving both hands and trying my best to make the pink gel in front of me stand tall, I laid out my requirements.

“Being my boyfriend is very simple. Just meet my conditions.”

“What conditions? I’ll definitely meet them!”

Little Monster instantly turned human again, his eyes sparkling.

“Husband Virtue, Husband Appearance, Husband Speech, Husband Work are traditional virtues of the Chinese nation.”

From behind my back, I took out a copy of The Code of Masculinity and handed it to him.

“Male Virtues are the best dowry a man can have. For my boyfriend, studying this is a required course.”