I turned four years old today, and the past three and a half years have been... productive. I've managed to raise some of my abilities quite a bit. Raven's Eye improved to tier-S, Erometer improved to tier-A, Friend or Foe, Biokinesis, and Telekinesis have all made it to tier-B, and Lust Intent reached tier-C.
Not all things have gone so smoothly, though. About a year after I was weaned off breast milk and thus off Cindy's breasts, I walked into my mother's room to see her chowing down on my favorite milk dud. I can't really blame them; they're both gorgeous, and they'd been fed a steady diet of lust aura and sex pheromones for the past three and a half years at that time. Plus, proximity and camaraderie are a factor as well.
I was kind of expecting this, honestly... Well, not this specifically. It's not like I can reasonably expect Cindy to wait more than a decade for me to grow up to polish her pearl, and this is oddly enough pretty satisfying. A ton better than some mouth-breathing guard slobbering over that bountiful bosom. I'd probably have to figure out if biokinesis can cause spontaneous human combustion. Mom and Cindy have always been close, and both deserve someone, and if it's not me, who better than each other. Not that I'm not just the tiniest bit salty.
The next morning after mom's night 'milking' Cindy, we were sitting down for breakfast, and I asked, "Mom?"
"Yes, sweetie?"
"Do you know what Oyakodon is?"
She frowned and shook her head, probably thinking I was making up some word. "It's a really tasty meal I wanted to make, but someone took one of the ingredients."
"Oh, no. I'm sorry, sweetie. Maybe we can have the staff find it for you?"
I shook my head. "It's pretty hard to find, and the ingredients come together. If you don't have one of them, you can't really make it without getting a whole new set. Don't worry, I'll find another set someday, and I won't let anyone take them."
She smiled. "That's the spirit. Maybe we can make it together then."
"Tempting, but I think I want to make this on my own this time, mom."
I felt my eyes narrow and started to slip out of my more child-like, if advanced for my age, diction. I shook my head a little and reverted to a calm and wide-eyed boy. If she joined, it would be someone else's oyakodon, and I want my own. She's just lucky I'm so fond of her. If it were dad, I'd have turned him impotent with biokinesis.
Gods, cockblocked by my isekai mother. The other isekai harem protagonists might never let me live it down. Then again, fuck those guys; most of them get a nose bleed at a mostly clothed boob and need the Lucky Lecher Trait just to cop a feel. I can't really knock the Lucky Lecher Trait, though; after all, I exude a lust aura and sex pheromones. I'm basically sex on two legs and a shotacon's wet dream, and not for nothing, but there are a few said shotacons among the maids.
Once my regular experience gathering method was off the menu, I had to find new options. Luckily I caught a few pervy maids jilling it over my cousins and me. Kodo and I are the fan favorites. Though I also think due to the twin effect, Podo has also been included. They didn't know I was watching them, but I helped them out with their fantasies from afar whenever I could. There were rumors of a pervy ghost that helps horny women get off going around the maids.
I'm approaching seventy-five thousand experience right now. It's been a good couple of years for consistent and satisfying orgasms around the old Buckner Manor. Amanda is looking much more relaxed lately, especially around her favorite nephew. Honestly, the biggest impediment to my experience gathering efforts is Molly.
She's attached herself to me like a barnacle. It's kind of cute, really, but I've got to be careful not to catch her in the area of effect or let her see what the adults are doing—no corrupting the toddler. There will be plenty of time for that when we're older. If her mother is anything to go by, she'll be a top-tier beauty in the future. For now, I'll just be her friend. On the upside, the constant care I've taken has been great practice for controlling my bloodline abilities. By the way, I don't count myself as a toddler in that rule, I'm already corrupted, and mentally I'm a bit older.
The manor has a small library, and tutors have been hired since there are so many children around now. I've memorized all the books there. I memorized all the books the tutors brought with them. Telekinesis and boring lectures I didn't have to attend at age two for the win. It also helps that I can scan a book at one hundred times the normal thought of man and have perfect recall of everything I saw. So, needless to say, the history of this continent is pretty much locked down for me.
I've confirmed that this is totally a full-on fantasy world, at least the parts of it I have information on. It's also huge, like Jupiter huge. Peal Earth like an orange and place the rind spread out, and it doesn't even cover one-tenth the size of this continent alone, and there are maybe six more of them. The population is unknown because no one has even attempted a census outside of some of the more well-run kingdoms, of which there are few among the masses. I have no idea how gravity and day-night cycles are so similar to Earth. I suppose that the gods want it that way. Physics sure as shit ain't fully in charge.
On the more personal side of things. I live on the Thuaidh continent, in the southern barony of the country of Adhirvm. The language we speak, despite being English, is called Altair. Oh, and Galtic is really French, Iberaxian is Spanish, and I'm sure others correlate to some other Earth language. I'm starting to get a hint about what's going on with that, but I need more information to confirm it.
The barony itself is shockingly large, like small country large, but then again, everything geographical is large here. Despite this, territory disputes, of all things, break out every few years. Are these people just fucking bored or something? Fighting over a resource that is already abundant.
Grandma was right about these idiots. She was also right about the dungeons. Organically forming labyrinths that resemble ant colonies and spew out monsters of various types depending on how unlucky the world is that day. If left alone too long, the monsters come out and drag victims back in. If it isn't stopped in that stage, it can explode out into a blighted area thousands of miles wide. I found references to two such areas in the books I read. The Blight and the Voidlands. Not fun vacation destinations from what I read.
As for monsters, there are a lot of different types. Pretty much if you've seen something in an RPG, whether tabletop or MMO, it's probably out there. Some are instinct-driven, barely sentient mobs called Ferals, which just are out there to kill, eat, and reproduce; not necessarily in that order, and they don't much care what they kill, eat, or reproduce with. The most common Ferals are goblins.
Now, where this gets wonky is that not all Ferals are goblins, and not all goblins are Ferals. Feral goblins are just one of the more common problems because of how fast they reproduce and 'mature.' It's about three days from impregnation to birth and three to four more days until the goblin is fully self-reliant and capable of producing offspring. A lot of mana is drained from the mother during this time, leaving them weakened.
If whatever female survives the impregnation and birthing process, she's thrown right back into the mating pit until she's pregnant again. It's like a hentai gangbang, and she's fed on slime and goblin spooge until her body can't take it anymore, and she succumbs. At that point, the body is used as food for the newborn goblins. Ferals have no conscience, no morality, and no motivation other than to consume, expand, and destroy. The other thing they don't have is their own females.
This is true whether goblin, orc, hellhound or other. These are purely parasitic entities that can't even reproduce without other species, yet they seek only to destroy. It's almost shocking that they can use tools and don't kill each other in their slavering madness. It doesn't take a genius to tell that this is something unnatural. They are designed this way, and there is malice behind their creation.
Non-feral versions of these monsters are vastly different and only have a vague resemblance to their feral counterparts. Goblins have a relatively short gestation and maturation period, but it's measured in months and not days. They also have females of their species, and the species as a whole isn't nearly as repulsive as the ferals are. They even regularly trade with our barony.
There are several sapient races, including the fantasy staples like elf and dwarf. There are the species of beastmen called the Zoikos, of which Cindy is one. The Zoikos come in several varieties, all corresponding to a different animal. The most common are cats, dogs, foxes, and rabbits. Cindy and Molly are, of course, cowgirls, also called Bovini.
As a species, the Zoikos have only existed for a few hundred years and are the results of illegal experiments by a renegade mage trying to play god and create a subservient slave race. Based on the types and the pictures in the book, I know what type of slaves he was thinking of. The Zoikos have no country of their own and are treated as slave stock with no rights in several countries. Thankfully, this is not one of those countries, and Cindy is here of her own volition.
One side benefit of those experiments that created the Zoikos is the Birthing Pod, the technology to magically merge the essence of two or more beings and create a zygote and allow that zygote to grow and develop into a fetus and eventually into a baby. All this and it's contained within a magical egg about the size of a dorm refrigerator. Problems with fertility? No problem, use a Birthing Pod. Do two dudes or dudettes want to have a child together? No problem, use a Birthing Pod. The fetus can even be transferred between the pod and a surrogate if you want.
Of course, there are detractors, but when aren't there. It's called unnatural and spitting in the eye of the gods, but somehow I doubt Sopheni see it that way. Babies are being born between people that love each other and want to have babies. I think it's more likely that she would see this as a good thing. She definitely seems to lean more towards the love and lust aspect of things over the fertility and procreation side of the equation. I mean, look at my bloodline. Nothing so far about 'every chick I bang gets knocked up.' Thank Sopheni, for that. I have no interest in getting anyone knocked up in the foreseeable future. That's one of the reasons I wanted biokinesis, to keep that shit under control.
Speaking of biokinesis, I've become more comfortable using it. While Primordial Human was predisposed towards the idealized human form, I still wanted to customize myself just a bit. The big changes would come later once I've learned more about magic and have done more research. I may have just turned four, but most people first meeting me assume I'm an above-average six-year-old scraping in just under the four-foot mark and about fifty pounds.
I wasn't the only one to be pushing the boundaries either. I had to be a lot more careful, but I wanted to make sure Molly didn't fall behind, so I kept her body in ideal shape too. She was tall for her age as well, at more than three and a half feet. We both had superior body control, and Grandma Estelle was salivating at the thought of starting our training. Our movements were much more refined than a normal four-year-old because I'd used biokinesis to optimize our neuro-muscular interface and balance our hormones to optimal levels for growth and development.
As I reminisce about the past four years, one of the maids was helping me get ready for my birthday party. She was one of the ones that frequently volunteered to help me dress—hardcore shotacon. I didn't even need the Erometer to tell she was aroused. My aura was doing its job, and she was practically squelching every time she moved. Her hands fumbled every once in a while, and eventually, she slipped and poked while sewing up a small rip in the fabric of my jacket.
"Oh, you've hurt yourself. Are you alright?" I ask as a small drop of blood rises to the surface of her finger.
"Oh, um... i-it's nothing, young master," she replies, embarrassed.
"Nonsense. Let me see," I say, taking her hand. I look at the finger closely and then look up to the young maid. "And 'young master' reminds me of those villains in the stories. Just call me Jeims."
She pales slightly and shakes her head. "I-I couldn't. It wouldn't be proper, young master."
I pout a little. "Well, at least in private. I don't want to be a villain, after all," I say and lower my lips to the prick on her finger. Taking the tip in my mouth down to between the first and second knuckle, I slowly run my tongue over the pad and around the small wound. I suck for a brief moment until I hear the familiar notification.
[HOST BROUGHT ERIKA TO A MINOR CLIMAX- 25 EXPERIENCE GAINED. 25 BONUS EXPERIENCE GAINED FROM BLOODLINE AFFINITY.]
A quick shot of biokinetic manipulation and the pinprick is all closed up. "There you are, Erika. All better," I say as I release the finger with a light pop. I smile as I look at her slightly glazed expression. It's going to be a good year.