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Prologue

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I would have preferred it if my new life in a new world had started off great like these Isekais or reincarnation fanfics.

...yet...

"Oh, god yes! Harder! Harder!"

Being the child of a twenty year old nymphomaniac hooker and a father who has been murdered, was arguably not the best start to a new life.

"Oh, yes! Oh yes you filthy whore – take my – what the fuck?! There's a goddamned baby in here!"

I was surprised he noticed my presence, being silent in the crib as I was.

"Oh, that's – ah – just my – oh fuck – bastard son. You let them take off the condom once, and you get nine months of pain and a crying shitbag for it."

Ouch. I had unusually thick skin, but that had hurt, even by my standards.

"You're a sick woman."

"Pft. Coming from the sleazebag fucking me? Save that morality for your wife."

And then came the slaps. I would have sighed if my babyish lips were capable of doing it. Honestly, I thought she would have realized after the sixteenth time someone smacked her in the eye that it did not pay to be a smart ass when you were, in plain terms, a simple hooker.

The beating ended, and a rather angry customer stormed off, though, not without at least tossing a fat stack of bills into the woman's face.

"This is for the kid. With any luck, he'll live long enough to put you out of your misery."

"Oh, a cheater with a conscience! Call the fucking Daily Bugle!"

The door slammed shut, and once more, a pair of angry eyes turned into my direction.

"This is all your fault you know."

Actually, I was sure it was due to your own poor life choices, but, sadly, I could not speak, and thus, I said nothing.

"Get pregnant for a while they said – customers are into the breast milk fetish they said, it'll boost your average rates by over a hundred percent they said!" She growled, before, I once more heard the sound of liquid pouring into glass, and three guesses told me what it was.

"If only I'd gotten rid of you sooner – but no, I let you stay long enough, just long enough for any sort of procedure to get rid of you guaranteeing my death. Fucking hell."

She gulped down the drink, and once more, I remained silent, listening to her swallow down what sounded like three full bottles.

"But", she said, her voice slurring slightly now, "At least – you're good company. You don't cry much – and though the diapers cost a small fortune, and your shit stinks up the place – you're good. You are a good baby."

I felt a pair of hands lifting me out of the small crib, allowing my eyes to truly focus on the blonde hair and cobalt blue eyes of the woman in front of me.

"Heh – it's just you and me versus the world – fuck everyone else – fuck everything else – you – baby, you get me. You – you're still here, you'll be here for your mama forever – and I – I won't... let... anyone... take... you..."

At least, she had the decency to place me back into the crib, before collapsing into it. Her open breasts were exposed, and I knew that unless I wanted to die, I needed sustenance. And so, I ignored her snores, sobs, incoherent mutterings, as my lips gathered around her suckle nipple, and I fed.