In the last Chapter, we at least got a glimpse of the ss I'd landed myself in—unknowingly, of course—all because I got greedy for power.
Still, I planned to grovel to Seraphina and beg for so kind of compromise.
If that didn't work, I'd hang myself and hope for better reincarnation luck next ti.
Anyway, I was now at the dinner table with Sera and my new mom.
Sera sat across from . Mom was to my left.
I'd insisted she pad my seat with pillows so I could sit high enough to see both of them.
They'd both wanted to carry , but I refused. I was still a little pissed at Sera. As for Mom...
"Uh, Mom..." I asked, my palms clasped like so kind of scher.
"Yes, little Alex?"
"Why are you still wearing that dress?"
I was referring to her apron-only dress, which should excite as a man, but was instead filling with a sense of dread.
"Ah, I thought you liked it?" She smiled. "Whenever I wore it, you'd smile warmly and sotis even laugh."
Apparently, I'd been a perverted baby.
"And besides," she continued, tugging the apron aside just enough to show a nipple, "it's easier to breastfeed you this way, right?"
"That's... kinda hot. But if we're just talking breastfeeding, you can do that in normal clothes too!"
"Oh, but you're having a nosebleed right now."
"Eh?!"
She was right.
But shouldn't she care more about that?!
Sera finally chid in. "Oh, that's just a side effect from hoarding too many Ultra Skills—"
"Shut up! Woman!" I nearly tore my baby throat yelling that.
"Ultra?" Mom tilted her head, confused. "Skills?"
Crap!
I had to switch the topic—fast.
I pointed at the bowl in front of Sera.
"A-And what the hell is that?!"
"Oh, that?" she said sweetly. "That's called food, little Alex. F. O. O. D."
I wanted to yell that she was talking down to , but I stopped.
Right. I was a baby.
Technically, I wasn't supposed to know anything beyond breast milk anyway.
"Oh yes. You can't eat that yet, okay?" Mom said, cheerfully. "Stick with the breasts for now."
"No, I an..." I sighed, settling down. "Who'd want to eat boiled rice in hot water?"
"It's not just boiled rice, Alex," she replied, slightly offended. "It's rice boiled with salt... and so dried beef."
Wait—those little black skunks floating in the water were beef?!
Ugh. This was almost the sa crap I used to eat in my past life.
The only difference? It wasn't exactly 29 grains of rice in the bowl this ti, though it was still more of water than rice.
Sera was eating it like it was normal.
So I guess it was fine.
...No. Wait. It's not fine.
"Wait, don't tell we're poor!!" I yelled, slamming my tiny arm on the table.
It actually hurt.
"Okay, I won't tell you."
"Oh God, I'm poor."
"Don't say that, Alex!" Mom pouted. "Don't say we're poor."
"Ah..." That might've co off a bit too strong. "I—I'm sorry, I just—"
"We're not poor. We're sowhere between poor and just nearly poor. Never forget that, okay?"
"Saying that with a cool smile doesn't make it any better!" I snapped. "Don't you have a decent job?!"
"Obviously, I do not."
"That's true!!"
Oh no.
Is my life really going to repeat itself here?
I wanted to thoroughly scold this airheaded mother into finding a proper job—if only I wasn't a damn baby.
"I do have a job, okay?" she said, her smile faltering. "But... it doesn't pay all that well."
"Then change it, dammit!" I shouted. "I'm not spending my childhood stuck in poverty! Understand?! Jeez, I'm sure it's only going to get worse!"
"..."
Her face went still.
Uh-oh. I think I hit a nerve.
Maybe I went too far?
No mother wants to raise her kid in insufficiency.
"Okay, I'm sorr—"
"It's a pleasant surprise," she said suddenly. "Getting scolded by my one-year-old... It's kind of making hot inside."
"...Uhm. Can't you allow to feel sorry for you properly?"
Oh God. I'm so dead.
My poor future is hanging by a thread.
"Look," Mom began, "my work is complicated. I can't just up and leave... It's either this or the red-light district."
"Why is that even the next option?!"
"But seriously, Master—"
(Don't call that when other people are around, you boob!)
"—you get worked up way too easily," Seraphina said while casually chewing plain, water-logged rice like it was fine dining. "Relax. You're just a baby."
Watching her eat that sorry excuse for a al was disturbing.
Did she enjoy poverty food?
Didn't she say she hated anything boring?
Doesn't she see why I'm fighting?
I kept glaring at her, silently questioning everything.
"He's probably just hungry," Mom said suddenly, swooping up from my padded seat. "I heard that when babies are hungry, they start saying all kinds of big words."
"Where the hell did you get that deceitful doctrine?!"
"It's ti for your al," she chirped, pulling out her breast.
As the heat hit my cheek, I froze.
"Oh? What's this?" she smirked, narrowing her green eyes. "Are you excited by my boobs?"
"Huh?! Wh-why would I be?!" I snapped. Then, without further resistance, I latched on.
"Nngh! Ah, mhm~!" she moaned dramatically.
"C-Could you not do that while I'm feeding?!"
"B-But, your tongue..."
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