Apocalypse I have a system to raise children

A wave of disorientation washed over me, Vivek. My mind, usually teeming with the logic of the stock market, was now flooded with jarring information. I had transmigrated, not into another life, but into the pages of a popular, ten-sequel boy's love (BL) novel set in a zombie apocalypse. This wasn't just any BL novel, though; it thrived on its melodramatic plot and suggestive themes, catering specifically to a female audience.

Confusion clawed at me. A chubby-faced boy, Akhil, approached me, his voice laced with childlike innocence. "Mommy, when will Daddy be back?" he asked.

My stomach lurched. "What the actual heck is going on?" I muttered, the harshness of the unfiltered thought a stark contrast to the sugary sweetness of the novel. Despite my own homosexuality, the idea of procreating like a woman in this bizarre situation was utterly unthinkable.

As if on cue, a man with an overly dramatic flair sidled up to me, his voice dripping with melodramatic sentiment. "My love, won't you grace me with your affection?" he crooned, his words reeking of the novel's exaggerated emotionalism.

Disgust threatened to overwhelm me. "Who are you calling 'wife', you overgrown beast?" I snapped, my voice laced with a newfound firmness. The situation, far from the fantastical BL romance I'd witnessed in the novel, was quickly turning into a nightmarish reality.