I’m a Villain, but I Ended Up Having the Hero’s Child

“They say you’re looking for the third child’s father… How exactly do you plan to find him, Uichan? I don’t want to share you with anyone else. I have no intention of doing that.”
“But the children… they didn’t do anything wrong. They’re my babies. I can raise them myself.”
Clutching Hyde’s arm tightly, Uichan glared at him. His knuckles had turned white from the force of his grip, but his heavy, uneven breaths showed he wasn’t about to back down.
Hyde stayed silent for a while. Another wave of chilling stillness filled the air. Outside, a dull clunk was followed by the rhythmic splash of water spilling from a waterwheel. Uichan felt a hand rest gently beside his head.
He thought Hyde was trying to flip him over and tried to resist with his elbow—but instead came only a low, heavy sigh.
“…I’ve spoiled you so much I’ve gone soft myself.”
“……”
“Yeah… How could the kids not be precious?”
Uichan’s eyes widened. A cold hand had slid between his legs. Hyde easily pushed him down and brushed back the sweat-damp hair from his forehead. Uichan looked up anxiously.
“W-what are you doing…”
“Spread your legs.”
“Why… my legs?”
“Go on. Before I change my mind.”
His expression was utterly cold, yet his tone was as soft as ever. For some reason, Uichan didn’t feel like he was in danger. When he hesitantly parted his legs, Hyde’s hand pressed against the perineum, then gently against the entrance.
Even though he only pressed lightly with his fingertips, a gush of fluid spilled out. It was impossible to tell how much had been poured into him over the night.
“Hh…”
Hyde’s middle and ring fingers slid deep inside. The movement scraping along his inner walls made flashes of last night’s sensations return—heat flooded his stomach, his mouth falling open only to clamp shut again in silence.
“I’ve always done whatever my youngest asked for. You said to spare my brothers—I did. You said you hated killing the innocent—I only killed villains. Even when you came to me carrying another man’s child… I let them live.”
The “let them live” wasn’t about Uichan—it was about the babies. More fluid spilled, streaking down onto the bedding. Even from the depths his fingers couldn’t reach, Uichan could feel it being pulled out. With just a single motion of Hyde’s hand, it was as if the fluid was being drawn out by force, pouring from him in waves.
“So tell me, Uichan. Do the others know?”
Panting, Uichan quickly shook his head. The fingers scraping inside moved again, rubbing at a blunt spot against his inner wall. If Hyde had been rougher, Uichan might’ve pushed him away—but the teasing, drawn-out motion left him unable to do anything.
“They don’t? Hm… that makes me curious.”

Uichan flinched and tried to pull back, as though his insides itched. But then his face twisted, groaning through clenched teeth.
“…Guess it really is mine. The stubborn little thing doesn’t want to let go.”
“Ah… ah, ngh…”
“Uichan, just bear with it a little longer. I’ll make sure the babies aren’t hurt.”
His vision spun; he closed his eyes instead. His body alternated between freezing and burning, like being plunged into ice water and then into fire. From what Hyde said, it seemed the child inside was fighting back, refusing to lose its strength. Maybe the taste of that power was too sweet to give up.
“There, it’s done. Good… that’s right.”
The pain gradually eased. Uichan, still trembling, sensed that the storm had passed at last. He should have hated Hyde for everything, yet he felt a dull, foolish gratitude—for saving all three babies.
Or maybe it was because of the way Hyde’s hand now stroked his belly, gentle as if soothing a child. The touch calmed him. The tension left his body, and sleepiness began to weigh him down.
His vision flickered. His eyelids grew so heavy he couldn’t keep them open any longer. Just before consciousness slipped away, he felt Hyde’s arm gather him close, warm palms smoothing over his stomach, lips brushing his forehead again and again.
With the last bit of strength left, Uichan whispered faintly,
“…Don’t… touch my doctor…”
For a moment, Hyde didn’t answer. Then his voice came, unbothered and low.
“…I won’t. Someone has to watch over the kids, after all.”
At those words, the thread of anxiety Uichan had been clinging to finally loosened. Hyde was a man who kept his word; he wouldn’t harm or manipulate Oh Juhyuk’s memory. Relieved, Uichan’s lips fell shut as darkness covered his vision.
He decided to rest. He wanted to see his babies.
With every exhale brushing against his cheek, he thought he heard birds singing. A faint scent of grass drifted in—and then, without realizing, his consciousness sank away completely.
“…Then I’ll have to deal with the other men.”
He didn’t hear the quiet words that rang out in the lonely air like a death knell.
***
Clatter—
A rough sound from outside made Uichan frown with his eyes still closed. Birds were chirping beyond the sliding doors. He squinted at the sunlight filtering in, raised a hand to shield his eyes, and slowly opened them.
—Youngest! Chirp!
Unlike last night, the room was blindingly bright. The sun was rising beyond the paper doors. The oil lamps had all gone out, and Uichan lay alone under neatly folded bedding.
Hyde was nowhere to be seen.
—Youngest! You’re here, right? Chirp!
At the sound of the bird’s voice outside, Uichan sluggishly sat up and pushed open the sliding door. The only thing covering him was a black overcoat—Hyde must’ve draped it over him. Embarrassed to realize he wore nothing beneath, he quickly fastened it closed.
Click—
The door slid open, and light from the east flooded across the wooden floor. Beyond it, the garden was thick with trees and flowers, birds and butterflies fluttering in clouds. One ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) bird spotted him and swooped over.
—Youngest! Chirp!
Recognizing Mother Ship’s messenger bird flying straight at him, Uichan instinctively raised his hand for it to perch.
“Mother Ship?”
—Youngest! Ha, I knew you were here. I wondered why that bastard’s eyes had gone white!
The bird puffed up its feathers furiously, trembling with rage. Uichan gently stroked its head to calm it down. The creature’s gaze softened, but worry still lingered there.
—He told me to stay put and guard his things, then ran off into the mountains and hid you out here! How am I supposed to stay calm?!
“P-please, Mother, calm down. It’s not like something terrible happened, right?”
Mother Ship looked at him sorrowfully. If she were here in person, her lips would surely be drooping.
—…Something terrible happened to you. Hyde finally touched you. No matter how much I blame myself, he still used me to get to you. I knew it—ever since he started doting on you, I had a bad feeling about this.
Her body trembled with anger. Among the brothers of In the Hell, everyone knew Hyde favored the youngest. They had endured harsh years together, supporting each other through the worst. But now—
He had ruined him. Built a mansion deep in the mountains, sealed it with walls high enough to keep him trapped.
—That shameless bastard… He must’ve lost his mind to act like an unchained beast. Of all people, why you? The others will rise up when they find out. Tell me, youngest—he forced you, didn’t he?
At her words, Uichan quickly glanced down at himself. His legs, sticking out from under the overcoat, were red and messy. It was enough to look incriminating, so he tugged the fabric lower.
“This is, um… Mother, it’s not what it looks like…”
—Do you know what that bastard told me? He said if it weren’t for you, he’d have buried me and Podo alive in salt. You know how ruthless he is. But then he said he’d forgive us—he even asked the others for permission to spare us. He just needed something to take his mind off things. He’s been waiting for the day Podo would go wild!
“No, that’s—Mother, it’s not like that. I did ask him to forgive you and Podo, yes, but this… it’s not payment. I tricked him, that’s all.”
And since he had been the one to start it, Uichan couldn’t entirely blame Hyde either. What they had done had been mutual—a result of both sides consenting, even if it made no sense.
His relationship with Hyde had always been ambiguous, like a bell that never stopped trembling on the edge of sound. They weren’t bound by blood, yet they called each other brothers and lived under the same roof. Every one of them had grown up in a different kind of hell.
Hyde was cold, merciless—but only to others. With Uichan, he’d always suppressed his convictions.
Even if Uichan often pretended not to notice, he couldn’t ignore the sincerity behind that kindness. He’d met Hyde when he was a lost eighteen-year-old, and since then they’d survived together within that unclear boundary between family and something else.
To Uichan, Hyde had been a pillar to lean on, someone whose mere presence brought him comfort.
That was why the words “force” or “violence” that his doctor and Mother Ship used didn’t fit between them. They couldn’t.
At that time, Uichan had needed Hyde more than anyone else. Even if Hyde wasn’t the third child’s father—as he’d later confirmed—back when he didn’t yet know who the father was, Hyde had been the one person he absolutely couldn’t do without.