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The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
"Guh-" he's long since become immune to the death throes of would-be foes. He pulls down his javelin, and viscera spills out.
He's finicky about the assignments he takes, much to the chagrin of the higher-ups, but there are less than five special-grade shamans, and Megumi has priorities that trump their ongoing war with humanity's scourge.
"Ahhh-" the scream is cut off as the curse user gurgles and chokes on their blood. Kon descends upon the still-warm carcass and begins to feast.
Megumi clutches his stomach as the iron and copper scent of ichor fills his nose.
Nausea overwhelms him, he breaks out into a cold sweat, and vertigo overtakes his vision. His stomach cramps, and he immediately turns to his right to vomit.
Shit.
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Positive.
He said never again after the first one, but here he is again. Megumi is a glutton for punishment.
Society says this is what he was made for, the only thing he is good for. With a rise in conservative values, omegas, beta females, and even the odd alpha females faced difficulties. Megumi isn't particularly phased by it; he already exists in a microcosm that vehemently protests his leadership and status as a jujutsu sorcerer as an omega.
It worsened when he was pupped and married.
It'll be more of an annoyance with a second pregnancy.
But what he's most concerned about, is what this new baby will call him.
Now that he is married, he has a more challenging time coming to terms with his titles and gender role. Satoru isn't fussed and refers to him as his partner, and Megumi has taken to using that title as well. Their relationship isn't based on strict gender roles, but there's an understanding of where their strengths lie and how they pick up where the other falls.
Adding in their eldest pup makes their dynamic more unique.
Asahi calls Satoru Daddy or Tou-chan, but Megumi is a different beast.
"Mama!"
"Un."
"What'cha doing?" Asahi's muffled voice asks through the door.
"Plotting your sire's death." Megumi deadpans and stares at the three pregnancy tests. This is what his body was made more for, but Satoru begs to differ; he was built for sin.
"Ohhhhhh, should I warn Daddy?"
"No, this is a surprise."