It's not my first time to go to the club, but it's my first time to see him.
He is very handsome. . . But he's in a state like a dying man.
I was drunk, but I was sure my consciousness was complete.
I helped him, but he whispered. . .
"Let me lay eggs."
Wow. . . They're laying eggs! ,

My Boyfirend Is An Alien

ThinkingaboutwhyArmalaideggsonmeallnightandcouldn'tevensleepforanap,IcanconcludethatArmadiditbecausehewasdrunkandbecauseofhissubconscious.IwanttobeatmyfatherKwin,becauseIwasforbiddentolayeggsbymyfatherKwinsinceIwasachild,soIaccidentallydidthistome.Butitdoesn'tmatter.ThemostimportantthingnowiswhatIshoulddowiththeReggsinmybody.


Iftheeggwasregenerated,Iwouldn'tbeasworriedasKeith'speersdidwhentherewasnobalancingdrug,butnowit'sjusteaten.Evenintheatmosphereofanystar,itdoesnotneedtolayeggsforregeneration,thusprolonginglife.Therefore,onlyoneeggisneededforUnique...


I'vethoughtthat,infact,R'seggsmayberegeneratedeggs,becauseUnicmapeoplecanstillproducethistypeofeggsanyway,eveniftheyarehybrids.ButIcan'thelpbutworry,Idon'tknowifthisisaneggmixedwithsemen.Ifthisisthecase,myeggsnowaremychildrenandR.Inanycase,itcannotbedestroyed.


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