My first years were quite lonely, my main company was my mother. Once every few months I spent a lot of time with my sister when she was out of seclusion and at the end of each year my brother returned home to spend time with the family.
My day to day was reduced to sucking on my mother's beautiful breasts and sleeping. The best part was bath time.
Charlotte was a short woman with huge breasts and so when I could look at her whole body I could see her huge ass along with her tiny waist.
God, if I were my dad I'd just be at home fucking that ass all day.
The beautiful black hair that fell down her back added even more charm.
Being in a baby's body had its advantages and disadvantages.
The main advantage was that people treated me like a ghost. It became recurrent several times for my mother to masturbate while I was in the same room, just a few meters away from her while pretending to sleep.
I swore that if it was ever possible I would fuck her
Sometimes the guards and servants would also approach me and comment that I was lucky to suck Charlotte's breasts every day. Some bolder ones even said that one day they would fuck her.
So I grew up knowing that not just me, but all the men in the Vogel household were indescribably attracted to my mother's curves.
My first misfortune in this world was when I turned 5.
I was sent to have the talent appraised and so I became famous, not only in the kingdom of Berovia but even farther afield. My talent was evaluated as rank 0
Some people in this world are born without talent, be it for mage or knights but even the worst talent has at least a rank 2. Rank 1 would be for extremely unlucky people and rank 0 has never been seen.
In the first days my family thought it was a conspiracy, that enemies had tampered with the talent stone, but after trying another 5 times the result was the same, 0 talent.
The theory was even created that I could have a talent that could not be evaluated, but in practical tests, whether it be magical comprehension or exercises for knights, I demonstrated not having a single progress.
Soon my name Han Vogen was associated with failure.
For my mother it didn't make the slightest difference after all she always loved me, but for my father he wanted to kick me out of the family and only after my Charlotte begged and cried a lot did he accept with only the condition that I should make myself useful in some way to the family.
On this day I swore that given the opportunity I would beat my father until his bones broke.
Not for kicking me out of the family, but for making my mother cry.
In his place I would definitely call my mom for a private talk before I fucked her to death and then forgave my useless son.
I classified my father as dumb and without culture.
Old Zou wouldn't accept someone parasitizing.
And that's how I became an itinerant merchant for the Vogen family at age 12.
My only job was to travel between all the small countries and look for the best trade deals.
I mainly had the support of my mother and my sister who cried until she fainted when she saw me go.
I could only promise that I would make myself useful and return to spend time together.