He opened his eyes.
Two enormous breasts were right in front of him.
Soft, pale, heavy.
Dark rose-pink nipples, slightly swollen, one tiny drop of milk hanging at the tip.
His mind blanked for half a second.
…what the hell?
They pressed gently against his whole body. Warm. Moving slightly every time she breathed.
A drop of milk rolled down and landed on his cheek.
Sweet creamy scent mixed with lavender and skin filled his nose.
He tried to lift his head.
Nothing happened properly.
His arms flopped weakly. His hands looked tiny, chubby, useless.
He looked down at himself.
Small round belly.
Short fat legs.
Wrapped in white cloth.
His breathing quickened.
Wait… wait wait wait…
He moved his fingers again.
They barely obeyed.
Why are my hands so small?
Why can't I move right?
Cold sweat broke out inside his mind.
He looked back up at the woman holding him.
Young. Beautiful. Long chestnut hair. Big honey-amber eyes staring down at him with tired, overflowing love.
She smiled softly and whispered:
"My sweet boy… you're finally here…"
She lifted him a little higher.
His face sank deeper between her breasts.
Warm skin everywhere.
A nipple brushed his cheek.
Milk touched his lips.
He tasted it without meaning to.
His tiny body jerked.
Down below something twitched — way too big, way too hard for the body it was in.
His heart hammered.
Where am I?
What is this body?
Did I… die?
Did I get reincarnated?
The questions slammed into each other.
Then cold words appeared inside his head.
[Netori Corruption System – Activated]
[First Target: Biological Mother – Married]
[Initial Resonance: 8.7%]
[Tutorial Objective: Achieve first voluntary physical contact]
[Reward: Basic Thread Control (Lv.1)]
He stared at the floating text.
System…?
Target…?
Mother…?
He looked up at her again.
She was rocking him gently, humming a soft lullaby, completely unaware of the storm inside his head.
His adult mind finally connected the last piece.
This woman… is my mother.
And I'm her newborn son.
A strange laugh wanted to come out.
All that came was a weak baby sound.
But inside he thought one clear sentence:
Holy shit… I really got reincarnated.
And the first thing I see is my own mom's tits.
A single golden thread — thin, almost invisible — silently touched her skin and sank in.
The woman — his mother — kept rocking him gently.
Her heartbeat thumped steadily against his ear.
Every small movement made her breasts shift and press more firmly around his face.
Another warm drop of milk slid across his cheek, then his lip again.
He couldn't stop tasting it.
Stop. Stop it. This is embarrassing.
His tiny tongue moved on reflex — just a tiny flick — and he licked the drop away.
Instant regret.
What the hell am I doing?!
I just licked my own mother's milk?!
No no no no — abort abort abort—
His infant body betrayed him again.
Down below, that oversized thing twitched once more, pushing against the thin cloth like it had a mind of its own.
Calm down. Calm the fuck down.
You're a baby. Babies don't get hard. Babies don't think like this.
But I'm not a baby. I'm me. I'm thirty—
…was thirty. Past tense. Shit.
He tried to close his eyes.
Didn't help.
The image of her breasts was burned into the back of his eyelids now — huge, soft, leaking, perfect.
Okay. Okay. Let's think logically.
Reincarnated. Check.
Newborn body. Check.
Adult mind. Double check.
Mother holding me. Naked from the waist up basically. Check.
Huge fucking breasts in my face. Check.
System talking about corruption and targets. Check.
…this is insane.
He opened his eyes again — just a slit.
She was looking down at him, smiling so tenderly it almost hurt to watch.
"My little miracle…" she murmured. "You're so warm. So perfect."
She adjusted her hold.
One breast slid even closer.
The nipple brushed his nose.
He froze.
Don't move. Don't breathe. Don't—
His lips parted on instinct.
The nipple touched them.
Soft. Warm. Wet.
A tiny bead of milk rolled straight onto his tongue.
NO NO NO NO—
He swallowed before he could stop himself.
Sweet. Thick. Addictive.
His whole body clenched.
Stop it! This is your MOM!
You're literally drinking from her right now!
This is the most embarrassing moment of two lifetimes combined!
Inside his head the panic kept spiraling.
Why is it so good?
Why does it taste this good?
Why is my dick still twitching like an idiot?!
Control yourself, you degenerate—
And then the system spoke again — cold, mechanical, completely uncaring about his mental breakdown.
[Voluntary oral contact detected]
[Tutorial Objective – Progress: 42%]
[Resonance increased to 12.4%]
[Additional reward unlocked upon completion: Minor Pheromone Aura (Lv.1)]
Are you kidding me?!
That counted?!
It was an accident! I didn't mean to—
…okay maybe I didn't pull away fast enough but still—
He tried to turn his head.
Couldn't.
Her arms were too strong, too gentle, too protective.
She cooed softly.
"Shhh… it's okay, sweetheart. Drink if you want. Mommy has plenty."
Mommy has plenty.
The words echoed in his skull like a curse.
Don't say it like that.
Don't call yourself Mommy right now.
You have no idea what you're doing to me.
Another drop.
He swallowed again.
Fuck.
Fuck fuck fuck.
His mind was screaming in every direction at once.
I need to stop this.
I need to get out of her arms.
I need to—
…I need to see more.
He hated himself for that last thought.
But it was there
He stared up at her face again.
She looked so happy.
So peaceful.
So completely unaware that the tiny baby in her arms was already planning how to ruin her marriage.
A single golden thread — thicker now — pulsed once between them.
He felt it.
She shivered very slightly.
Her breathing changed — just a fraction deeper.
She didn't understand why.
But he did.
Yeah…
That's right.
Feel it, mommy.
Feel me.
He closed his eyes again — not to escape, but to concentrate.
This is just the beginning.
I'm going to break every rule you ever believed in.
And you're going to thank me for it.
A weak, innocent baby sound came out of his mouth.