Prologue

“Kyaaaaaaak!”

“…….N…o…..11…Fire…”

‘So noisy….’

The ruckus pounds my head.

I barely manage to open my fluttering eyes, and the whole world looks like it’s been painted with bright red paint.

I tried to get up, but for some reason, I couldn’t feel anything below my neck.

Red world and unmoving body, I suddenly realized. I’m about to die.

A panorama of my life flashes by.

Purple neon signs coming through the cold house window… Watching the dazzling outside world, enduring my father’s violence…

Time speeds up again. I, covered in wounds as if beaten again today, sat on the old, worn-out bench in front of the old store with empty eyes, watching the setting sun as if there was no hope.

A stern-faced grandfather comes out. He looks at me for a moment, then hands me a banana milk without saying a word. I stare blankly at it, then take it with trembling hands. Grandfather sits next to me. A quiet insect’s cry and clumsy humming mix together, echoing high into the sky as if to reassure me. I bit my lip and shed tears at the warmth I felt for the first time.

The banana milk, which I tasted for the first time in my life, was so sweet.

Time passes. After that day, the store was my only haven. And… the haven was shattered in an instant. Today, too, I received banana milk from my grandfather at the store and rambled on about the things that had happened during the day, as if talking to my father. Grandfather listened to my story with a warm smile. And things happened in an instant.

The moment Grandfather stood up, holding the banana milk in his hand, and came back, a robber broke in and shouted. Grandfather tried his best to calm me down to protect me… but things happened in an instant. The robber runs away, Grandfather stumbles and falls, and until that moment, I was too scared to do anything. As soon as the robber disappeared, Grandfather called me. The dying Grandfather, until his last moment, handed me the banana milk, smiling kindly, and said.

‘I’m sorry…’

Why was he sorry? I still don’t understand. Why were you sorry, Grandfather…? Please… don’t leave me… But Grandfather had already passed away a long time ago.

I stare blankly at the peacefully sleeping Grandfather. What was he so sorry about until the last moment? That faint light that had shone on my life disappeared. No matter how much I looked around, there was only darkness. I despaired and cried like a child.

The police had no will to investigate. Were they not interested in a worthless old man in a shantytown? Or did they think no one would care? I couldn’t understand.

I had become a robust young man before I knew it. I look at him… The young man who had committed the robbery back then had become a shabby middle-aged man. He trembles with fear and shouts. He screams that he has a wife and children, begging to be spared. He squeals like a pig, begging to be saved. I didn’t say anything. He didn’t seem to think that the child who was next to him when he killed Grandfather was me. No… he doesn’t remember that memory.

Suddenly, laughter bursts out. Grandfather was forgotten by everyone except me. That fact was so unbearable… sad. The laughter stops. Silence envelops me and him. The pig seems to instinctively feel his death, and mutters something, tears streaming down his pale face. The pig sheds tears. I shed tears too. All that remained in that place was a slaughtered pig.

And I desperately wished that there would be someone who remembered Grandfather even a little, and I poured the rest of my life into finding Grandfather’s family.

Such efforts paid off. Grandfather’s family… His kind eyes were reflected in their eyes. I handed them a note and left the place. The note contained the location where Grandfather’s ashes were enshrined.

I’m glad… Now Grandfather will remain alive in someone’s memory even if I disappear. I was so happy about that fact that I smiled for the first time since Grandfather died.

I wanted to drink banana milk that day. I headed home, humming the lullaby Grandfather used to sing to me when I was young. And a truck comes.

The panorama of my life ended.

Suddenly… I want to drink banana milk.

The banana milk I bought earlier is lying in front of my blurry eyes. I desperately wave my hand. But it doesn’t move. I was so thirsty that I couldn’t stand it. I want to feel that sweetness again. Tears flow.

Grandfather… I…

Now I understood. Why he said he was sorry… And I realized. From the day Grandfather passed away, I suddenly came to my senses and was left alone in the darkness. There’s no one. It’s dark, lonely, and in the deep, deep darkness, the little boy sat down, despaired, and cried.

I realized that no one remembered me… that I was left alone forever with Grandfather’s death.

Drip… Drip… Drip…

Tears fall from the sky.

The light in my life was only for a moment. The sweetness of that moment filled my life with even deeper bitterness.

The final darkness begins to embrace me kindly…

Blurry vision… At that moment, something surges up from deep within my heart.

The little boy clutched his chest and sobbed. The little boy, who had only tasted a moment of sweetness in his life and longed for that sweetness, struggled to escape from the kind darkness that embraced him like a mother.

“Uwaaaaaaaah”

I hear a baby crying, but I don’t care.

I struggled with all my might.

I struggled with everything I had to live and to vent this resentment.

The sweetness of a moment was rather poison to me. If I hadn’t felt any sweetness at all, it wouldn’t have hurt this much.

I struggled. I struggled with all my might.

I can’t die yet. I want to feel more sweetness, I want to be loved more, I want to live more!!

“… I… Ah… G… Yo”

“…….Hu…..Sa…..”

My mind, stained with resentment, began to disappear like the flames of a dying furnace in the face of the sudden surge of sleep.

Soon my heart was filled with futility and emptiness.

I realized that I was fading away without achieving anything.

Suddenly, the moment I first met Grandfather comes to mind. The shantytown where everything was dyed red at sunset, the sound of crickets chirping, Grandfather’s stern face, the clumsy lullaby he sang as if to reassure me… Sweet banana milk… The sound of crickets chirping and Grandfather’s lullaby echo high into the sky.

Feeling the warmth I felt for the first time embrace me again, I closed my eyes with a single tear.

Feeling the kind darkness embrace me as if to comfort my wounded self, I lost consciousness.

* * *

“You’ve worked hard, Cynthia. Our child, hahaha, is crying so energetically?”

“Haa… Haa… Baby… Our baby…”

Cynthia embraced the child who had fallen asleep, exhausted from crying.

The angel-like face of the child and the adorable ivory horns were all lovely.

She looked at Aaron and said.

“This child is a miracle that came to us… Yes… Let’s call her Grace… Aaron and my child, Grace, huhuhu.”

Cynthia smiled happily, stroking the plump cheeks of the soundly sleeping child.

Warm sunlight began to embrace the child as if to comfort her through the wide-open window.

Grace’s SIDE

A cool breeze blows.

‘Looks like winter is coming.’

The slightly sharp eyes and blue-shining pupils of the girl sitting under the tree on the hill showed her atmosphere coldly, but the mole located on the lower right gave her beautiful beauty a sensual and decadent atmosphere despite her young age.

Also, despite her young age, her breasts, which were clearly different from those of other children of her age who were expected to have a bright future, were clearly outlined whenever her white dress fluttered in the wind, and her beautiful hair, which was silver-based with blue light in between like a bridge, fluttered like silk in the wind.

Above that hair, smooth and soft horns like ivory protruded like sheep’s horns.

Yes, that girl is me.

I was reborn in a new world.

Here, kind parents and a kind world were prepared for me.

After confirming that I was reborn, I was filled with joy. And my physical abilities, as if I had been given special privileges, were such that I walked when other children crawled, and I ran when other children walked.

And this recovery ability given to me, which can only be used 10 times a day, but each and every recovery is like a divine miracle that returns me to a perfect state even if I am on the verge of death.

It seemed that only a sweet path like banana milk lay ahead in my life.

It’s different in this world.

I was convinced that the world would no longer be endlessly dark for me.

I vowed to taste and enjoy all the sweetness I couldn’t achieve in my previous life while living in this world.

With that determination, I began to admire the village that seemed to come out of a fairy tale.

The village where I was born is Netorare Village, where various races live in harmony…

It’s true that this name is strange, but I didn’t mishear it. The village name is definitely Netorare Village…

After hearing the village name for the first time, I couldn’t stand the constant curiosity and carefully asked the village chief.

The village chief said that the Netorare Goddess is the goddess of love and pleasure, and that he selected it as the village name when he became the village chief.

Thanks to that, the church was satisfied with the name and the Netorare Church was established, and since then, our village has begun to accept races with nowhere to go without discrimination, which has led to the development of the village.

Also, for some reason, the bioluminescent mushrooms that only grow in the forest near our village have become a local specialty, further developing the village.

As a result, the village, which was only a remote corner, developed rapidly and began to grow to the point of being close to a city, and the market was created, and tourists who came to see the forest, which turned into a dreamy atmosphere due to the bioluminescent mushrooms at night, made our village even bigger.

And our family settled in the growing village as healers.

Both my father and mother had my recovery ability, so we were treated with the utmost respect, and our family’s recovery ability was famous to others, so there were many guests from outside.

Ah, the reason why we abandoned our hometown and settled here is because we were exiled from the village. Originally, marriage with Holstaurus was prohibited in the village, so their marriage was a matter of course for exile.

Still, I’m satisfied. This village is beautiful and the people respect our family. I thought there was no reason not to like it.

But… no matter how much I think that this name was created by a coincidence of coincidences because this other world has a different language system… Netorare Village… Hmm.

I shook my head and shook off the complicated thoughts, and then calmly began to admire the village where I was born again.

‘It’s always beautiful… Shall we get up now?’

After feeling the cool breeze blowing for a while, I entered the forest for the day’s work today.

* * *

My previous life only gave me a bitter, despairing taste. A father who wields violence, a mother who always spits out hateful words and glares at me… During my school days, the violence and bullying of children were added.

If I hadn’t met Grandfather, I would have been twisted beyond repair… Was it because of that environment that when I saw happy people, I had the desire for those people to continue to be happy, as well as the desire for them to succumb to something and be ruined?

At first, I thought that such thoughts were wrong and tried to correct them, but after seeing the NTR genre, I no longer had such thoughts. The despair of the protagonist, the pleasure-soaked moans of the heroine, and the pleasure that stimulates the peripheral nerves that bloom as each other’s hearts are twisted gave me a sweet pleasure like a drug in my dark daily life and made me happy.

Thanks to that, I often spent my time looking for NTR doujinshi or novels when I had nothing to do, just like being addicted to drugs.

Also, if I was immersed in the position of doing NTR rather than being the one being done in my previous life, is it because of the influence of becoming a woman in this life that I often masturbated from the heroine’s point of view?

Was it thanks to such tastes that I began to notice my mother’s voluptuous body, which did not miss the immovable first place in the village, and her face, which was more beautiful than any woman in my previous life, and my fantasies began to explode.

My mother had the same horns as me, and her hair boasted a beautiful silk-like texture of silver-white. Above all, the reason why I am looking forward to my future is because of my mother’s overwhelming breasts and buttocks.

Her breasts were about the size of a J cup, and the fate of saggy breasts, which no one with large breasts can avoid, was useless to Holstaurus. Due to the characteristics of the race, the breasts that do not sag maintain their shape as if they were large water droplets.

And what about her buttocks? Thanks to her constant management, my mother had heart-shaped, easy-to-bear buttocks, and her soft and chewy buttocks, which my father playfully touched, were so attractive that I wanted to touch them as if by mistake, even when I was confused about my ego when I was young.

And the places to go in are definitely in, so she was clearly showing what a Coke bottle body is. She is also proud of being the immovable top in the village among the women. Her slightly drooping eyes give her a soft and gentle appearance, and her mother’s distance-narrowing skills, which quickly come in without any sense of distance, are enough to threaten the lower bodies of the men in the village and my mother’s chastity…

Whenever I saw my mother’s voluptuous body in a state where sexual desire was piled up, I often began to imagine my mother being held by another man.

In my imagination, my mother is a wife who loves her husband during the day, but at night, she wears vulgar clothes and seductively smiles at visitors to receive thick semen instead of her father’s finger, which is not even a knuckle.

As I imagined such a mother, I couldn’t stand my itchy pussy. That day, I masturbated for the first time in my life and felt the pleasure of a woman to the bone.

It was beyond imagination. Masturbation with a sensitive body that was incomparable to the pleasure obtained from masturbation in my previous life made me twitch and shake my waist, and I spewed out the tide like a water gun.

I wanted even greater stimulation, just like being addicted to drugs. And I went into the forest near the village, feeling a chill at the fact that I was masturbating in a public place, and grabbed my trembling heart and entered the forest. I was able to find a place where sunlight was scattered through the dense trees and shone with a beautiful atmosphere.

I slightly flushed my expressionless face, threw off my dress, and felt the warm sunlight coming down on my naked body, and was excited by the fact that I was masturbating in a public place.

Feeling the cold wind tickling my overly sensitive clitoris and nipples, I lay down with a pounding heart, feeling a slight sense of unease and a spine-chilling pleasure that all sides were open.

Lying comfortably, I began to imagine my mother, who is my regular masturbation material.

Today, too, my mother went into the alley of inns where tourists stay, wearing a micro bikini with holes drilled so that her nipples and pussy were exposed as they were, in order to receive the special concentrated semen of tourists and get pregnant.

My mother, wearing a bikini that even a prostitute would be ashamed of, did not seem embarrassed at all, and licked her lips slightly at the fact that the groins of the tourists who were staring at her were bulging with erections, and seductively shook her proud breasts and buttocks, seducing people and searching for prey.

My mother’s expression, which always looked at her family with a kind face, had long since changed to the face of a lewd harlot.

And my mother’s eyes lit up. Among the people she had met so far, she saw an orc who was expected to have the most outstanding penis. It was as if the orc had a third leg attached to his groin.

My mother was surprised to see that wonderful penis, and quickly approached the orc as if she was worried that another woman would take it away. My mother rubbed her breasts against her arms and seduced him by teasingly touching his magnificent and masculine penis with her hands.

The orc couldn’t help but jerk off at the sudden good fortune. Feeling the hot, pulsating penis, my mother smiled lewdly and followed the orc.

And revealing her vulgar and lewd nature, my mother was feeling a penis that was bulging out of her belly as if it would rupture her pussy, and she was making beast-like moans and ejaculating continuously, spewing out fluid without a break.

“Haaang… Haeuuut… Haaaang…”

As I imagined my mother, who always assisted my father with a kind face and stroked my head, crying like a sow, I touched my sensitively aroused clitoris, and a tingling pleasure began to rise.

Without delay, I rubbed my hardened nipples, and I gave strength to my waist and rubbed even more fiercely at the pleasure that soared from both sides.

‘Aht… It feels good… Mother… Mother…!’

The greater the anxiety I felt as I made loud moans in a place where all sides were open, the more my masochistic excitement was fueled, and my erect nipples twitched whenever the wind brushed past my body.

“Heuuut…! I’m going to cum!! I’m going to cum!!!”

The moment I imagined my mother, who was covered in semen and making lewd moans, I made a loud moan that echoed through the forest with such intense pleasure that my waist lifted up.

As the erotic moans echoing in the forest came back to my ears, I began to get excited again. I twitched my waist and tasted the climax, then flopped down and breathed heavily, immersed in the afterglow of pleasure.

“Haa… Haa… Haa…”

‘Sex… It’ll feel even better, right? I was a virgin in my previous life, so… But this life is… Hu.. Huhu.’

I’m determined that this life is different… I’m going to get all the pleasure in my hands… Definitely…

I closed my eyes without realizing it and fell asleep in the warm sunlight that warmly embraced my tired body.

The fluid that fell from the pussy of the girl lying in the forest, which seemed to shine due to the sunlight, sparkled as it received the sunlight, like a crystal ball predicting the lewd things to come.