Ch 2: A Hungry Infant!

Before me was a beautiful woman with obsidian black hair flowing down her shoulders, and the same colored eyes of hers looking at me were filled with the kind of tender love I had never seen before.

For someone like me, who never had a mother, this sight was truly a novel experience. 

Even the irritation I'd been feeling from all the noise and chattering around me vanished completely as she pulled me into her arms and held me gently as if I were made of glass and might shatter with the slightest pressure. 

Her cherry lips parted as she spoke.

"Do you want Mommy to feed you?"

'Yes please!'

My internal scream was almost instant.

Dying and then getting reborn was too tiring, and I was now really starving. 

Besides, just the thought of how she would feed me only fueled my hunger.

'Ahem...'

Sadly, no matter how much I tried to express my wish, all that came out of my mouth were incoherent baby sounds.

But as they say, a mother always understands her child. 

Without me saying anything, she understood my heart and removed her top, giving me a full view of her own heart. 

Of course her heart was hidden, and all that appeared in front of my eyes were her full, luscious breasts.

'Mother, don't worry. This heart works too.'

I was an understanding person after all.

Smugly nodding inwardly to myself, I couldn't help but take another look at her tits.

'Damn.'

As expected of a woman who had just given birth—her tits were plump and full, but surprisingly not saggy at all. They were those legendary gravity-defying breasts with a teardrop shape.

My mouth almost watered at the sight, and I started babbling once again.

"Gugu-gaga." ('Mommy, give me those tities. I'm hungry!')

"There, there, my little cutie. I know you must be very hungry. But don't worry, Mommy has plenty of milk just for you."

With a teasing smile, she jiggled her breasts in front of me, as if teasing me.

For a moment, I really couldn't understand where this woman's courage came from.

Did she not know she was playing with fire?

Seeing her proud look, I became frustrated and immediately used my greatest ninja technique without hesitation.

"Uw.. Uw.. Uw Aaaa..."

My secret art of crying nonstop with all my strength immediately made my mother panic, causing her to hurriedly grab her nipple and insert it into my mouth.

"Here, here, don't cry, baby... don't cry... Ale le le..."

'Hmph, now you know who you're dealing with.'

Having defeated the arrogant opponent, I latched onto her nipple, my hard-earned prize, and began sucking greedily.

Instantly, as the sweet milk flowed into my mouth, my mood softened, and I even forgot why I was so upset. Sucking on a beautiful woman's breast, especially my own mother's—someone I'd never had before—felt like bliss.

So I sucked as if my life depended on it, swirling my tongue around her nipple, then biting down with my gums as the sweet milk filled my mouth. When I started to feel a bit suffocated, I opened my mouth, freeing her nipple from my clutches.

"No, sweetie, you need to drink more. It's good for you."

'I know, Mommy, but let me catch my breath! I'm not leaving these titties anytime soon.'

Oblivious to my inner thoughts, she placed her nipple back in my mouth, though her cheeks were a shade redder this time.

Naturally, I wasn't one to miss an opportunity, so I latched on again—this time even more aggressively.

I flicked the pink bud in my mouth with my tongue. When I noticed the milk flow slowing, I tried to savor what was left, swirling the liquid in my mouth while circling her nipple with my tongue.

Suddenly, an evil idea crossed my mind, and I wanted to see her reaction.

Relying on my years of experience of pleasuring women from my previous life, I pressed her nipple with my tongue like a button, causing milk to spray out sideways in my mouth.

Then, I repeatedly flicked it up and down, grinding the nipple with my gums, almost like I was pinching it.

Everyone had left the room by now, giving us some privacy. It was just me and my mother, and I could faintly hear her breathing getting heavier.

My ears perked up.

Looking up, I noticed her flushed look and a soft, sensual expression on her face.

"Haaaah~"

To my surprise, a moan actually slipped past her lips, but she quickly covered her mouth, her face turned bright red, and she got a little flustered.

"What's wrong with me?! Am I just too sensitive from the pregnancy?"

She muttered to herself in embarrassment. But due to her movements, her nipple slipped from my little mouth, and I started protesting for the injustice of losing my meal.

Obviously, my protest was nothing but threatening to cry by making sniffing sounds, but it was enough to grab her attention.

"Oh, don't cry, are you still hungry?"

She smiled while breathing heavily and then adjusted me in her arms, rotating me so I was now facing her other breast.

As I glanced at my previous "milk jug," I saw my mother pinching the nipple and biting her lip, as if to check why she was moaning, before sighing and finally tucking it back into her top, exposing the right one for me.

But this time, something felt off.

Now that I had a moment to look around, I noticed something strange about my mother. Although she had a human face and body, her ears weren't human—they were like a cat's.

'What the hell?!'

It was only then that I realized that the world I had been reincarnated into was definitely not Earth.

'Where the fuck am I?!'