'It's been a month since I reincarnated into this world, and I have to say... I quite like it!' Baby gurgles resounded through the heavily decorated room as Alaric delivered his monologue.
'Ugh! Being a baby is the toughest thing in the world!' he complained inwardly as more baby gurgles resounded through the room.
The room had a cradle in which Alaric was resting. It had intricate images of flowers and small plants etched on its legs. Beside the bed was a big lascivious bed that looked like it could easily fit ten people.
'Hehehe,' he laughed lewdly as Alaric imagined filling the big bed with beautiful naked women. 'I promise, one day I will fill that bed with girls and jump on them!'
The walls of the room are decorated with portraits of a woman with black hair and blue eyes. She has a small, simple smile on her face while regal clothes adorn her beautiful figure.
'I wonder who that woman is?' he mumbled to himself as he took a deep breath. He knew that she must be an important person like his sister or mother and that if she wasn't, then her portraits wouldn't have been hung up there.
'It must be my mom; looking at her age, she is too old to be my sister, so she can only be my mom. The maid too looked at the painting with sorrow and regret on her face, so she must be quite loved.'
Alaric's mind went into overdrive as he thought about what might have happened to the lady and why she hadn't come to see him once.
'Did she get killed? Or did she die giving birth to me?' he questioned himself. But then he shook his baby head while mumbling, 'I should be careful, nonetheless. From the web novels I have read so far, there is definitely something going on; after all, I am the protagonist of this world!'. He smirked inwardly as he gloated about himself.
AHEM
'Jokes aside, I should really be careful; who knows, my stepsiblings or my jealous stepmother might try to assassinate me!'
Although Alaric might say it lightly, his mind took it seriously, as it was one of the common ways a noble's child ends up dead.
CLICK
As Alaric was thinking about the lady in the painting and how he should be cautions. The door to the room opened and the maid who took care of Alaric walked into the room.
His eyes darted to the maid, who had a small, playful smile tugging at her lips as she walked toward the table.
Alaric intently watched the maid; her brown hair was tied into a professional bun while her black eyes had a tinge of red to them, as if she were crying.
'What happened?' he questioned to himself; he had grown attached to the maid as she was with him every single hour of the day.
The maid, who noticed Alaric's gaze, widened her smile while she clasped her hands exaggeratedly and said, "Fufufu, is the young master waiting for me?"
She took him out of the cradle, carrying him in her arms as she asked.
Alaric carefully watched the maid's face and noticed subtle marks of tear stains. 'Why was she crying? Is it because of the woman in the painting? Or did someone bully her?'
He mumbled to himself. He thought that the maid must be quite attached to the lady in the painting as he caught her staring at the painting. 'Maybe she is missing her mistress?'
But he also knew that there was a big chance that the other maids were bullying her. 'She is the only maid who takes care of me! In this big mansion, there must be quite a few maids. So it must either be because of me or due to her being attached to the woman in the painting that the other maids are bullying her!'
He concluded he had read an awful lot of novels in his past and knew how the maids bullied the new ones who at last would end up with the male lead. 'Wait, does that mean I am the male lead?'
But he immediately cleared his thoughts as he felt himself being put down on the bed. His baby lips widened into a lewd smile, imagining the thing that was going to happen next.
'Hehehe, I have to say, this is my favourite part of the day.'
The maid, who put Alaric down on the soft bed, turned to him. She noticed the smile on his face and laughed, "Does the young master really like doing that?"
She knew that Alaric wasn't normal, as his gaze was a little different from the other children that the duke had sired, but she didn't think much of it.
HMPH
"Pervert, young master!" she said while snorting playfully.
She then began to remove the top part of her maid uniform, exposing her big heavenly mountains to him.
GULP
Alaric gulped in anticipation as he looked at the big milkers! 'They are really big!' he commented. Every day, the maid would feed him her milk three times, and Alaric, as a certified cultured man, enjoyed it quite well.
The maid then turned toward Alaric, making her big milkers jiggle; her erect pink nipples stared at him, seducing him to have a taste.
"Fufufu, does the young master like them?" the maid asked as she grabbed her breasts and began to play with them, almost giving the poor baby a nosebleed.
She sat down beside Alaric and took him in her arms and brought him closer to her breasts. "Go on, young master." The maid said as she leaned forward, her nipples grazing his tiny lips.
'This must be heaven! The gods must have taken pity on me! Feeding that stray dog was really a smart choice!' Alaric exclaimed inwardly as he opened his mouth and nibbled her nipple.
"Hng! ~" The maid held back her moan as usual; she felt extremely good when Alaric sucked on her breasts. 'It feels like a man caressing me with love!'
Alaric's tiny mouth was filled with sweet and warm milk. His mouth gulped as it sucked the maid's milk.
'Am I really not the protagonist?' he questioned himself, but then shut his stupid brain off and continued sucking her breasts.
.....................
Three years later,
A young boy was leaning in a chair as he read the book that was in front of his desk.
He looked like he was in a library. Rows of shelves filled with books surrounded the handsome boy. He had long black hair that fell on his shoulders and blood-red eyes that followed the text in the book.
Alaric was now three years old; he was now able to understand the language of this world and had learned how to speak and write by the age of two.
From then on, he visited the library almost every day. "I need to learn more about this world if I am to survive here."
"I come from a ducal family called House Valtair, and I am the second son of Duke Edmund." He muttered inwardly as he leaned against a shelf behind him.
He recalled all the information he had learned up until now from the books and from the maid.
"I live in the Empire of Eldoria, surrounded by various small kingdoms. Father is a powerful duke, while my mother comes from a border county."
SIGH
Alaric then sighed in defeat as he read about the border nobles: "The border nobles are nobles who have their territory on the edges of the empire. They are mostly looked down upon by the nobles in the inner lands, as their lands are constantly under threat from the other kingdoms and bandits."
He then remembered the faces of the two kids who visited him once; it was a boy and a girl who looked exactly like each other; with them came their mother. The first wife of Edmund Valtair.
"I have two stepsiblings and an older sister." He recalled their faces as he mumbled. His older sister was ten years older than he was, while his stepsiblings were four years older.
He didn't meet them often, as his older sister was attending the academy from a month before he was born. While his stepsiblings mostly stayed at the main residence. Alaric was staying at the mansion that was allocated for his mother, the woman in the painting.
His stepsiblings' mother comes from another ducal family that is known for its wealth. 'They are really rich, almost second only to the imperial family.'
SIGH
He sighed again and closed the book; his fingers ran through the cover of the book, feeling the rough texture and the worn-out look, indicating that it was quite old and that no one had stepped into the library in a while.
He then walked out of the library and toward his room. While walking, he recalled the moment when the maid who took care of him said, "Young master, you will be able to meet your siblings when you reach five years old. Then the young master can stay with the rest of his family."
"But I do not want to go!" Alaric yelled as he flailed his arms. He quite liked it here; after all, he was the only man in a mansion full of maids.
"Hehehe." A perverted smile developed on his face as he remembered just how much progress he had made with the maid. "I have to make sure that no matter what, I am going to stay here!" he said with resolution. He still had some time before he turned five, the age he had to go to the main mansion for training.
But then his eyes widened in panic as he remembered something important, "Oh no! It's time for me to suck those heavenly jugs!" He then began to run toward his room; he was not going to miss sucking those heavenly milkers, "Absolutely not!"