Just as I had suspected, I was born into extreme poverty. I was carried home on an unusually large dog because my father couldn't afford a carriage horse or even a donkey. Well, that wasn't even the main problem.
On our way home, I managed to figure out that we lived in a rural area, some kind of village. From what I had seen, it wasn't too backward. I reached this conclusion despite my mother's constant attempts to cover my head, as I stubbornly peered past the shawl. Now, it's been more than six months since we arrived home.
My parents lived in a rundown house my father had inherited from his grandfather. It had never been maintained and leaked horribly whenever it rained. At night, huge mosquitoes hummed relentlessly, but my mother dealt with them by burning incense.
Every morning, my father would leave very early and only return in the evening. Over time, I learned he was a hunter who sometimes came home with game, and my mother would help polish his sword and sharpen his arrows.
Before giving birth to me, Mother was also a hunter, renowned in the village for taking down small danger beasts, unlike my father, who was just a regular rabbit hunter. Their relationship was odd; Mother seemed to be the dominant one, while my pitiful father would shrink back whenever she was even slightly angry.
Despite their strange dynamic, Mother was fiercely loyal and incredibly hardworking. By the time I was five months old, she had resumed hunting. However, she only went after small prey like rabbits, wild squirrels, and mimic pheasants, to avoid causing me stress or harm.
"Okun~chan, it's time to feed. My breasts are engorged, come help Mommy relieve them," Mother said with a dazzling smile as she sat on the edge of the bed, slowly lifting her blouse. The best part of my babyhood was feeding after she spent the entire day hunting with me strapped to her back.
"UGAGAGAH!" I babbled as my tiny hands reached for her enormous tits, which dangerously hung above my head, her long pink nipples dripping lewdly with milk. The veins running across them made the sight even more enticing.
In this infant form, I couldn't judge their exact size, but if I had to guess, these obscene knockers were easily an H-cup.
"Here, let me help you, fufu," she giggled, guiding one of her erect nipples into my mouth.
"Ahh~ what's with the way you've been sucking lately, Okun~?" she murmured, her face flushed, as I flicked my tongue around her nipple while sucking. My free hand reached for the other nipple, giving it a pull that made milk spurt out like a freshly milked cow.
"Ahh~ Okun~… why am I feeling like this?" Mom muttered, her face burning red as her breathing quickened. I deepened my sucking, letting my gums grind slowly against her nipple, and without even realizing it, she began touching herself down below.
Hehe, what a lewd mom… getting off while your own son feeds. I can't wait to punish you for being this filthy. This beautiful face, these huge knockers, that curvy ass—yet my cuck dad couldn't satisfy you. Anger welled in me as I remembered how he'd always reject her sexual advances, just because he thought her lactating tits were disgusting. And yet, she never once cheated on him.
How could anyone hate milk? Who wouldn't want to drink straight from these lewd, juicy knockers? My cuck dad, of course!
"Haaa~… haaa~…" Mom's moans slipped out between shaky breaths, and I could instantly tell she had climaxed just from my sucking. She laid me on the bed, her face still flushed, then crossed to the other side of the room to change out of her hunting clothes. Her beautiful naked body stood before me, her pussy faint in the dim light. I couldn't help but admire her shape again.
Looking at her, she seemed to be in her early twenties, maybe twenty-one or twenty-two while my father looked closer to thirty.
"Neru, I'm back home!"
"Toma, you're back."
"Uvuvughagaga!" (The fucking cuck is back.)
"Hey, Okun, I know you missed Daddy so much. I'll shower you with kisses, hehe," Toma said with a grin, flashing his yellowed teeth before pressing his lips to me.
"Uwaaaaaaaaaaa!" I cried instantly, making Mom rush over to snatch me from his arms. I went quiet the moment she held me.
"I don't know why you always make Okun cry. Maybe you should be gentler with him."
"Gentle? How about this—Coochie-coochie-coochie-ku, Okun~chan," Dad said, making odd faces and mimicking Mom's voice.
"Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!" I screamed even louder, and with my butt facing him in Mom's arms, I fired a perfect shit projectile straight into his face, splattering him yellow.
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"Fufu, I don't know why your son keeps doing that to you, but it's always funny," Mom giggled as Toma entered the room just after finishing his bath.
"He's just a baby. Anyway, about what I mentioned the other day, Neru…"
"What was that? Don't tell me you mean that? There's no way I'd ever let you give it to our son!" Mom bellowed, scooping me up from the bed.
What are they talking about? I'm completely lost here.
"Calm down, Neru. That thing reacted to Okun—it means something! Before my grandfather died, he told me if it ever reacted to someone, that person would be its rightful owner. It's the first time it's ever reacted so violently… and it was to Okun. Please, believe me," Dad said in a soothing tone, gently holding Mom's hands.
I just lay there in her arms, utterly confused.
"B-But what if it goes wrong, Toma? What if something happens to our baby? I should've thrown that thing away when I had the chance."
"Please, just trust me, if only this once!" Dad pleaded fervently.
"…Always, I believe you, Toma," Mom finally nodded.
Dad immediately moved toward the wardrobe, climbed on top, and retrieved a small wooden box. Opening it, he revealed a transparent cylindrical glass filled with a strange, swirling black liquid. The closer he came to me, the more violently the liquid danced within the container.
"Toma~" Mom said worriedly as Dad removed the cylinder and brought it toward me.
"It'll be fine."
He uncapped it and began feeding me the thick, viscous fluid. I tried to resist, but it slid down my throat on its own until the glass was empty.
What is tha—
"UGAAAAARG!!!"
PAIN. SEARING, UNRELENTING PAIN.
It ripped through every nerve, my vision turning blood-red before I blacked out.
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"Okun~"
"Okun~"
"Okun~, please… I know you're still there. Please wake up. I'm sorry for letting this happen. Please wake up!"
My mom's desperate sobs pulled me back. I felt her trembling hands shaking me, the raw panic in her voice.
I slowly opened my eyes and coughed.
"OKUN! THANK GOODNESS YOU'RE OKAY!" Mom cried, hugging me tight. Dad stood over us, worry in his eyes… yet with a strange smile tugging at his lips.
This bastard, was he trying to kill me?
"Okun~, I'm glad you're okay. You… you assimilated with it!" Dad said, stepping closer.
What's he talking about? Dude, you nearly killed me.
"Ugaaagagagaga!" (I hope you go buy milk and never come back.)
Suddenly, Dad froze, placing a hand on his head as if remembering something.
"Oh, crap—Neru, I forgot to buy milk. I'll go now before it's too late," he said, already heading for the door.
"Wait, Toma! What milk? You don't even like milk!" Mom called after him, but he was gone in seconds, practically speed-walking. She had no choice but to return to me.
What the hell just happened? I only jokingly told him to get milk and never return… Wait. Don't tell me—did I just get an undocumented or lost Teigu?
My eyes widened in shock. I'd gotten too comfortable… and forgot what kind of world I was living in.