[Eva]
It's been a few months since that fateful day, and in that time, I've come to terms with the fact that I died and was brought back to life in a new form. It hit me pretty hard when I came to the realization that I had been reborn as a baby in this snowy, unfamiliar place. Everything felt so strange and new, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of confusion and wonder about my situation.
Still, it felt like a massive weight had been taken off my shoulders, leaving my spirit feeling much lighter. What used to keep me up at night now seems trivial, and that feeling extends to my family as well.
As I thought back to the chilly way my family treated me, I could feel my body responding right away.
I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by my frail body, which seemed to be constantly grumbling about the biting cold around me. At least I wasn't totally left out in the cold because the warmth from my new family was pretty incredible—it took me by surprise.
When I was just a baby, barely a year old, the information available to me was pretty limited. Still, I managed to piece together a few things here and there.
My current house feels like a snapshot in time, with no hint of the technological advancements surrounding us today. It makes me think that perhaps I was born in a remote tribe somewhere, in a place where the landscape is perpetually blanketed in snow year after year.
Their equipment was quite primitive, yet it wasn't too far behind, dating back to the medieval era. Given that they resided in an area with harsh, frigid temperatures, their clothing was all quite thick, designed to maintain their body heat and keep them warm.
It was really strange because, for some reason, I recognized a few of the words they were using. Still, most of the time, I felt completely lost in the jumble of their conversation.
"Hey Eva, I got home a bit earlier today. I had a feeling you were keeping little Viktor all to yourself again."
My heart sank right away when a man with a big, muscular build stepped out from behind the curtain. He looked like he had just stepped in from outside, as I could still spot a few flakes of snow clinging to the cloth draped over his head. When he finally took it off, his blonde hair, ideally in between short and long, tumbled down effortlessly.
His smile was so wide that it softened his intimidating features just a bit. Those beautiful blue eyes of his sparkled, but even so, when he came closer, I couldn't shake off the goosebumps that ran down my arms.
This lively middle-aged man was Smiour, my father in my second life. Even though he had an imposing physique, his heart was as vast as the ocean when it came to his family. At first, I couldn't help but feel that the smile on his face was a bit out of place. But as time went on, I got used to it, and surprisingly, a cozy warmth started to blossom within me.
"Hey love, just a heads up to be a bit cautious with little Viktor. You tend to go a little over the top sometimes."
The woman with the worried expression was my mother, Eva. Watching her attempt to pull me away from my father's embrace made me let out a quiet sigh inside. They were behaving like little kids squabbling over a toy, and honestly, as a tiny baby, I was absolutely terrified that they might accidentally drop me.
"There's no way I can be satisfied unless I've spent just as much time with him as he does with you… Just take a look at the way he gazes at me. I have no doubt that Viktor is destined to become a hero in this village."
What on earth is he talking about? I shot him a frown, just like my mother always warned me about. The way he treated me had me genuinely concerned. His massive arms looked like they could wrap around me and completely engulf me at any moment. As his large, calloused fingers explored every inch of my body, they seemed to wander aimlessly, leaving a trail of sensations in their wake.
"Come on, you're making little Viktor feel uneasy… Ahh, see, I told you."
In this situation, I've got my own approach to get by. I cried as loudly as I could until they finally stopped, and, most importantly, it made my father realize that he was being a bit too over the top with his affection.
Ultimately, I back in my mother's comforting embrace. At that moment, I could feel the tension in my mind start to melt away. I appreciated the way she gently patted my back, how her soothing voice worked to help calm me down, and, most importantly, what she said next.
"Please give us some space. It's time for little Viktor to have his meal. So you can whip up your own meals. If you want ale, you can get it from the warehouse."
Despite my father's disappointed expression and the way he left the room with his shoulders slumped, I decided to focus on my mother instead.
What she meant by eating was drinking since there was no way a baby like me, just a few months old, could handle solid food.
"Hold on a second, little Viktor. I'm about to give you what you've been waiting for," my mother said. With a warm smile, she gently set me down on the soft bed, taking her time as her hands slowly began to untie her clothes.
Due to the chilly temperatures in this area, people often don thick sheepskin jackets over their already heavy clothing for extra warmth.
Once she took off her jacket, my mother's slender figure was revealed. Just like many other housewives who dedicate their days to caring for their kids and managing the household, she opted for a simple style of dress.
Looking at her black hair, brown eyes, and distinct facial features, it was clear to me that she didn't share the same background as my father. But honestly, that didn't matter to me at all. What's bugging me now is that I can't tell if I look more like my mother or father, especially since there's no mirror anywhere in this house.
Without me noticing, my mother had loosened the rope that held her clothes, making the area around her chest a bit more relaxed. Even with that, she still struggled to pull out her breasts.
It was tough for me to keep my thoughts from drifting away, especially since, at the end of the day, my baby body felt like just a vessel for my adult soul. Even though my body wasn't showing it, I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement bubbling inside me.
To be honest, I can count the relationships I had with women in my first life on one hand, and looking back, I realize they all ended on a pretty sour note. It lacked any sense of love or affection. It was purely driven by lust and the pursuit of money.
It's hard to hold me accountable when a lot of those women were involved in prostitution. The closest thing I had to a typical relationship with a woman was when I attempted to date a coworker. In the end, though, we just became friends with benefits.
My life felt pretty dull, you know…
Every day felt the same, waking up early for a fast food job that barely paid the bills. My boss, who always seemed dissatisfied, would seize every chance to scold me. I couldn't help but think she was just venting her stress on me.
As I wandered through my memories, I found myself enveloped in my mother's embrace once more. This time, however, my face was met with a pair of soft, round shapes, and right in the center was a small pink bump that stood proudly upright.
Even though they had only been exposed for a few seconds, my mother's breasts quickly turned a bright shade of red. I can picture how the biting cold seeped right into her skin.
"What's going on? Little Viktor, are you feeling worn out? I get that it might be hard to see right now, but trust me, this is really important for your growth. So, I can't let you be too picky about it."
She seemed to enjoy our conversation, even though all I could manage to produce was some sort of vague sound from my mouth. Seeing her smile so happily made me smile right back at her without even thinking about it.
I had another reason to be excited about this session. Along with the pleasure of savoring her nipples, I found this calm moment to be perfect for sorting through my thoughts and mapping out my next steps. It was all due to the fact that whenever my father was nearby, it was impossible to concentrate on anything at all.
It's pretty intriguing, don't you think?
As I savored the creamy softness in my mouth, I could not resist gulping down every last drop of fresh milk that slid smoothly down my throat.
Ultimately, all I could see was my mother's face, filled with warmth and affection as she watched me. She might have an ordinary face on most days, but at that moment, she looked nothing short of an angel to me.