It has been a week since I entered this intriguing and unfamiliar realm. Each passing day brings me a deeper understanding of this world, though it progresses at a slow pace. During this time, I have made several significant discoveries.
First and foremost, I have yet to find a fatherly figure in my life. Secondly, I've learned that I have two older sisters, both of them female. (grimace) Lastly, I've come to realize that this world possesses a form of sorcery or abilities similar to the ones I had in my previous life.
Unfortunately, due to my recent arrival, I haven't grasped the intricacies of the local language. While I am capable of overcoming this linguistic barrier, my mother, out of concern for my well-being, has shielded me from extensive interactions in the language for some unknown reason.
My elder siblings, who are still young themselves, constantly seek my company and involve me in various activities. However, I find their pastimes far from entertaining, considering my mature disposition confined within an infant's form. Nevertheless, I do cherish the moments spent with my mother, as I drink her nurturing milk and contemplate the trajectory of my future.
Currently, I am laying down on the bed in my mother's chamber. The drapes have been drawn, allowing the sun's radiance to fill the room through numerous windows. Feeling the touch of sunlight upon my being in this realm, apart from the warmth emitted by the suspended orbs, is a novel experience. It seems my mother has intentionally arranged this celestial encounter.
As usual, two female sentinels stand guard at the chamber entrance, their presence unwavering. Rarely do they leave their posts, diligently alternating shifts. Veils perpetually cover their faces, leaving me ignorant of their true visages.
On the occasions when my mother is away, my primal instincts take hold, compelling me to cry out fervently. In such moments, with no other options, these brave guards lift me and try to console me, attempting to ease my distress. But alas, my inconsolable tears persist, and I spare no effort in seeking solace by pressing against their bosoms, nestled within their attire.
And then, one day, it happened again.
Frustrated, one of the guards opened her bare titties to me and allowed me to suck on them even though there was literally nothing coming out from them. This made them realize that I always stop crying the instant I see their bare breasts. Since then, I have always enjoyed the breasts of these two women even though my fragile hands can do next to nothing and my toothless mouth can only suck their nipples.
Unbeknownst to my mother, I surreptitiously depleted ten bottles of the milk reserve she had left, anticipating her return from conferences or expeditions. Despite the guards' knowledge of my obsession with her milk, they struggle to confront her regarding my excessive consumption. Remarkably, my mother's milk appears inexhaustible, no matter how voraciously I suckle from her.
Curiously, all the other females I have encountered here, apart from my mother and siblings, conceal their faces, a practice that eludes my comprehension.
Unexpectedly, the door swings open, and a familiar figure steps into the room. I look up, and my infantile instincts take hold, eliciting joyful giggles and animated movements.
"Hehehe, little Alex~" My mother's voice resonates with affection as she cradles me in her arms. She adorns a vibrant red floral gown reminiscent of a lightweight kimono. Gazing upon her countenance, I am mesmerized by her exquisite beauty.
Though I have yet to grasp the language spoken in this realm, I have managed to assimilate a smattering of random words frequently uttered by my mother.
Suddenly, an instinctual surge overwhelms me, and I find myself wailing and writhing in my mother's embrace. Despite my reluctance to exhibit such behavior, my body rebels against my wishes.
"Little Alex, you want mommy's milk, huh? You sure do love my milk. I won't whine, though, you're a special one. You can have all the milk you want." Mom says as she loosens her dress halfway through, leaving her bra bare. After that, she sits down on the bed, pulling off her bra and revealing her bare tits to me.
"Here, little Alex~ you can have as much as you want~" Mom says as she presses her pink nipple into my mouth and a burst of fresh, scenting milk explodes into my mouth. It's as if her titties have been engorged due to the milk stored in them.
While sucking one of her tits, I start using my second hand to fondle her second tit while stimulating her nipple at the same time.
"Ahh~ you're wasting mommy's milk." Mom utters as a burst of milk gushes out from her second tit and drenches her clothes.
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[FOUR YEARS LATER]
"Prince Alex, come back here!" a voice pleads desperately.
"Hehehe~" I let out a mischievous giggle as I dart down the hallway, my little legs propelling me forward, while a woman gives chase.
"C'mon, Prince Alex, you've got an outing today with your mom. After that, you can play with Arya to your heart's content and learn about magic," the voice calls out, steadily closing the distance between us.
"Hehehe, catch me if you can, Marilyn," I giggle, continuing my sprint along the hallway.
Suddenly, a strong hand grabs my forearms, forcing me to come to a sudden stop.
"Not feeling so mighty now, huh? Fufufu," the voice remarks, lifting me off the ground.
"Marilyn, where are we going?" I ask calmly, my voice composed as she carries me in her arms, her presence exuding an enchanting fragrance.
"You and her majesty are going out. This will be your first outing since you were born in Ironica. And today, on your fourth birthday, you'll finally get to see my face," Marilyn reveals, unveiling her hidden features.
"Wow~"
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