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Chapter 1 – Reincarnation in Another World!?
When asked about memories from my past life, I don’t remember much.
There was the shadow of my mother screaming hysterically, the shadow of my father breaking things while yelling, and me watching magical girl TV anime watched to escape reality…
Then the web novels I continued to read on my smartphone and the books in the school library…
That’s about it.
I don’t even remember what my name was.
I barely remember what kind of person I was.
And I don’t even remember how I died.
I vaguely remember being a middle school girl wearing Sherry clothes – that’s all I remember.
Perhaps I went on to high school, then college, then became a working member of society, and, regardless of merit, I may have accumulated a fair amount of knowledge and experience as an adult.
But I have no memory of that.
And so, perhaps it’s because of this that I couldn’t cheat knowledge and say, “I’m outstanding!”
…But before that, unlike the template protagonists of web novels, it seems like I’m going to end up with a bad ending.
Because there’s a giant wolf standing right in front of me.
It has snow-white fur, a pointed nose and ears, and a long tail visible from behind its slender body.
By the way, when I say “right in front of me,” I don’t mean right in front of my nose.
Probably about twenty meters away, I think?
It’s so big it’s almost like your sense of perspective is all messed up!
That’s definitely not an ordinary wolf!
It’s about the same size as a large truck, famous for inducing otherworldly transports.
What’s more, even though it’s night, I can clearly see that its body is glowing faintly.
Isn’t this really the one?
Isn’t it the one who is on par with the dragon on a certain novel posting site?
As I was thinking that, I heard the rough voices of some old men from behind me.
“–! Fenrir–, Fenrir—!”
Yes, it was Fenrir!
I knew it!
I definitely knew it.
After all, I knew it!
By the way, the old men behind me are scum who put me, a baby who had barely managed to hold my head up, on the altar and presented me to the strongest magical beast.
I think my father in this world is there too.
In fact, he is the central figure.
I have very few memories of my past life.
But I feel like my parents in my past life were harsh towards me, a girl.
I don’t know what they did to me, but when I think of them, something gooey wells up deep in my memory and I feel uncomfortable.
But my mother in this life has never behaved like that towards me, a daughter.
Or rather, she has no interest in me.
But, well, she did leave me in the care of people who seemed to be servants, so I was somewhat relieved, since I had my memories of my past life returned immediately after birth.
I don’t know much about his social status since he’s still a baby, but he seems to have a decent amount of money, so I don’t think he’ll abuse me for the sake of appearances – right? Right? That’s how I felt.
However, my father in this world dislikes me, and whenever we are alone, he looks down on me as if I’m something dirty.
It appears that the mother is the one who takes the lead, so it should be fine, but I had predicted that in the future, conflicts between father and daughter might be inevitable… or something like that.
I never expected him to take action so soon.
He may be scum, but I take my hat off to his decisiveness.
Of course, I can’t respect him.
“Fenrir–! Fenrir–! —! —! Hyahahaha!”
…No, rather than decisiveness, he might just be a dangerous person.
No, he’s a crazy person!
I still don’t understand what he’s saying, but he’s definitely talking like a Cthulhu fanatic!
My SAN value is gone, right!?
Who did mother in this world marry?
“Fe-fe-Fenrir♪ —, Fenrir♪ —♪ —♪”
He started singing cheerfully!?
What? You’re kidding? I’m a baby, and I’m in a cage, so I can’t look at him, so I can’t see…
He’s dancing!?
Is He really dancing cheerfully while he’s trying to feed his daughter to a monster in this world?
That’s too crazy!?
I was shocked at how broken my father was, when, ah! Fenrir slowly approached me.
It’s huge, but he walks surprisingly quietly, so you can’t feel his weight.
Then it peers at me.
It’s scary…
Sharp, pointed eyes–but…
Looking at me, they seemed somehow intelligent.
“Fenrir! Fenrir! —,—! —-! —Ohhh!”
Fenrir looked up from me–and shook its right front paw.
And after a dull sound, the sound of liquid dripping nearby was heard.
There was silence for a moment–and then the screams and footsteps of the scumbags faded away.
The Fenrir may be intelligent, but a monster is a monster. Yes, if it thinks its noisy, it will hit it, yes.
As I was thinking about such things, somewhat escaping reality, Fenrir skillfully used his tongue to lift the handle of the basket and took it in his mouth.
“Uhii!”
A strange sound came out of my mouth, which still couldn’t speak well.
After all, I could see Fenrir’s huge teeth right in front of me, all the way down to my gums, so it couldn’t be helped.
Yeah, it was inevitable that my diaper would get wet.
But Fenrir carried me somewhere without a care in the world.
—
In conclusion, I wasn’t kidnapped.
I was taken to a cave, apparently Fenrir’s nest, where three baby Fenrirs (the size of large dogs) were waiting for me.
It seemed Fenrir intended to raise me together with the three, so when I lay down, it let out a soft “Gah!” and pressed me against its breasts on its stomach.
It seemed to be telling me to drink it, but… it’s huge!
With its body length ratio, its breasts were huge!
It was about the size of my face.
Naturally, my mouth was smaller than that so I couldn’t fit it in.
Perhaps noticing my panic, Fenrir roared and pressed her breast with her front paws, causing milk to come out.
I timidly put my mouth to the milky white liquid that came out.
Sweet!
The rich, slightly warm milk was so delicious that it made me twitch involuntarily.
Ah, every time I poured the sweet, sweet milk that filled my mouth down my throat, all my fatigue and hunger went away, perhaps because of the sweetness.
I drank it for a while, and the milk that had been floating on top of my breast disappeared.
Then Fenrir deftly moved her front paws and produced milk again.
So kind!
I drank it as hard as I could.
After a while, I suddenly felt sleepy.
Ah, if I go to sleep right after eating, I’ll gain weight…
Maybe it won’t matter if it’s breast milk?
As I was dozing off, my body suddenly rose.
? ? ?
It wasn’t Fenrir’s front paws, though.
Something fluffy and white wrapped around my body gently as if to support it, keeping it afloat.
What’s this?
A white mist?
But I was close to my limit of sleepiness, so I thought (well, it’s okay) and slowly closed my eyes.
Before I closed my eyes completely, I saw Fenrir’s fluffy fur – it seemed I was going to be submerged in it.
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Living is hard.
Especially being raised by another species of creature…
The day after I was brought to Fenrir’s nest, I was made to face that reality.
I woke up in the fluffy fur, and was lifted by Fenrir’s familiar white mist and carried to her breasts.
The baby Fenrirs were already eating there, and I was placed next to them.
And, just like yesterday, I gulped down the milk that Fenrir had pumped out.
So far, so good!
When I was full of milk and burping into Fenrir’s chest fur, Fenrir began poking me – or to be precise, at the clothes I was wearing with the claws of its front paws.
Wondering what was going on, I turned my gaze to my clothes.
Baby clothes should be kept clean, but they were filthy with mud, dust, and urine.
(Ahh, I don’t have any clothes to change into…)
Just as I was thinking this, Fenrir’s front paw claws suddenly moved.
And instantly, my clothes fell apart.
As the cold air caressed my body and I let out a cry, “Hya!?”, Fenrir began licking me all over with its enormous tongue.
Sniff, it tickles!
Wait!
Stop putting it between my legs, between my legs!
After a while, I let it out.
It’s stimulating… it’s stimulating…
I let it out…
And then, the Fenrir…
Ate it.
And right after that, she started licking my body again.
I was heartbroken.
I let it happen for a while, and when it was over, I was staring blankly at the ceiling of the cave.
(I want to disappear, to be nothing…)
I was thinking that, but it didn’t last long.
My naked body started trembling violently from the cold.
(That’s bad, I’m going to die!)
Fenrir noticed something was wrong, and released the usual fluffy white mist from his body, lifted me up, and placed me in the deepest part of his chest hair.
Warm is warm.
But I think this cave is probably higher up the mountain.
The air is thin and cold.
Being naked in this condition would kill me even if I wasn’t a baby.
Ah, I can’t take it anymore…
I think I probably led an unhappy life in my previous life.
But I must have been at least a middle school student.
I can’t quite remember, though.
But I guess I’ll die as a baby in this life…
As I was feeling this despair, I was suddenly lifted again.
It’s cold! After thinking that, I was sent to new fluffy creatures.
There were baby Fenrirs gathered there.
They seemed to be trying to warm me, and surrounded me with their small bodies (by Fenrir standards).
It’s warm.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m a child, but it might be warmer than Fenrir.
While I was feeling happy about my new fluffy friend, Fenrir started barking for some reason.
Then it ran out of the cave.
(What was that?)
I tilted my head and saw the baby Fenrir lick my face as I sent it off.
An hour or two must have passed.
I was dozing off surrounded by the baby Fenrirs when Fenrir returned.
It was holding a large bag in its mouth.
When I placed it in front of me, the same white Fluffy spilled out of Fenrir’s body and began to open the bag.
Inside was a basin big enough for me to fit inside, and a jumble of clothes-like things.
Fenrir took out the basin and placed it on the ground.
Moreover, it began to transform the white Fluffy.
Huh? The shape of a pot?
Then, steam started to come out of the mouth of the pot.
Huh? What?
I looked at the pot in surprise as it slowly tilted.
A liquid that looked like hot water spilled out from the edge of the pot, slowly filling the basin.
Fenrir put his front paws in and after adjusting the temperature with water several times, he lifted me up with his white Fluffy and slowly put me down.
It’s warm!
Wow, I’m so happy.
Fenrir started to smear a powdery, strange-smelling substance all over my body with the white Fluffy.
It’s a bit foamy, so maybe it’s soap?
My sticky, muddy body was cleaned.
Next, he wiped my body with something that looked like a towel, and then he skillfully handled the white Fluffy and started to dress me in clothes that looked like those worn by medieval babies.
It’s warm.
I’m not embarrassed.
She then took out a blanket–although it wasn’t as soft as the one in my “past life”–and draped it over me.
It’s warm!
I’m so happy to be protected from the cold!
She then lifted me up, along with the blanket, and carried me to her breast.
Delicious milk!
After drinking my fill, she carried me to the warmest place in Fenrir.
The baby Fenrir snuggled up to me.
Tears started to flow.
It’s warm.
I’m so happy.
I cried my eyes out into Fenrir’s – Mama’s – chest.
Something that I probably wasn’t given in my “past life” or this life.
Something that my real family couldn’t give me.
Because I was able to feel it all over my body.
And so the tears started to flow.
As Mama and my older brother? Older sister? licked my face, feeling everyone’s warmth, I continued to cry.
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