After diligently answering whoever it was for rewarding him the previous spank, he knew that he was dipped in some warm water and getting cleaned up.

𝘓𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵.

𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 o𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤?

𝘊𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥?

𝘈𝘮 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦?

𝘚𝘪𝘨𝘩, 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦.

While receiving his first bath in this second life, Ziko kept thinking about this new world with urgency for information.

Unfortunately he could only feel and smell faintly right now, seeing or hearing would take some time to be a reliable source of intel gathering as it would seem.

Ziko felt the following softness of a breast once he got raised from the water, then a nipple was forced between his tiny lips and he felt like he's sucking some small cock.

Once the wicked notion revealed itself to his thoughts, Ziko gagged and almost choked on the milk in his mouth.

The woman holding him to feed from her chest seemed to be worried for his sake, assuming that she is his mother and worrying for him.

Ziko forced himself to swallow the tiny amount of milk after erasing the distracting thoughts, the quickest way to growing up healthy was breast milk he knows it too well.

After his first meal it was getting hard to remain awake and as he knows already that babies sleep more than the elderlies, he didn't fight it and surrendered his mind to rest.

The woman was already asleep before him he just felt it, she helped him burp by patting his back then leaned him on top of her.

Her rhythmic breathing was hitting his hair with warm air, it further helped him to dive deeper into sleep.

Next thing he knew, he was waking up feeling movement as whoever carried him was walking.

His hearing is less muffled and when he opened his eyelids the rays of light burned into his pupils with glaring blindness, a short cry escaped his mouth when he reflexively tried to say his favorite curse.

Feeling embarrassed, he closed his eyes and shut his mouth.

The woman carrying him -according to his assumptions from the squishy thing pressing on his face- noticed that he's already awake and started saying things in a foreign language, repositioning him she forced the nipple down his mouth and he suckled without delay.

"Ku'Rah..... Shiv'Za....."

He could hear better yet he understood nothing.

When he opened his eyes again slowly to prevent light from hurting his eyes, all he could see was a fuzzy image of the woman.

Trying to concentrate to see better made him feel dizzy, choosing not to force anything to avoid any bodily complications in the future he closed his eyes and rested.

𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘸. 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘐𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘹 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦! 𝘙𝘶𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘭. 𝘙𝘶𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘰, 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦.

𝘓𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘭 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬, 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦.

Hearing the soft lullaby and the gentle movement from the woman encouraged sleep, not one to miss on a relaxing opportunity he slept comfortably.

The word "Ku'Rah" kept being mentioned by that woman in what Ziko thought to his given name in the first two weeks of his life according to his estimations, he counted the times he got awakened repeatedly in daylight before the night descended.

That woman would feed him twelve times per day or a couple more or less, the rest was spent either getting hugged or in sleep.

Rarely did he witness as he was getting his clothes changed, the woman which took care of him wasn't the prettiest female or seemed any different from a normal woman from his first life on earth.

Still, Ziko wouldn't swap places with anyone after seeing that loving look which this mother gave him, she giggled blissfully when he peed on her as she changed his filthy clothes and kept tickling his belly while making fake angry faces which she couldn't maintain more than a second before reverting back to smiling broadly.

He smiled while feeling embarrassed by this situation, that was love at it's purest form.

Seeing her baby boy smile at her for the first time made the woman freeze, then she raised him and kept speaking in that language while drowning him in love.

She kept repeating the same word Ku'Rah that whole day, then the next day she bundled him in thick clothes and took him out of the room which contained him for two weeks or longer now.

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The style of this house and his mother's clothes had no apparent relation with his previous modern life.

From the small opening which his mother left for him to breathe, he was taken to a street bustling with activity after they left their house on a narrow alley.

His mother tried to hug him tighter protectively to her chest so that he wouldn't be scared from the noise, but he tried to resist for a chance to see more of this new world.

Yet, he had to give up when he felt the needless worry his mother started to feel for him, feeling her right nipple right next to his nose made Ziko seek revenge.

"Ku'Rah....."

𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘩. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥.

Royally ignoring his mother's rambling, he swallowed an extra snack then closed his eyes to sleep.

Before he opened his eyes after sleep scattered from his mind and released his conscious, Ziko heard the voice of his mother mangled in a conversation with a man.

From her voice he didn't feel any kind of negative emotions mixed with the words, a sudden burst of laughter confirmed that once he opened his eyes.

He was in another place which looked even more expensively decorated compared to their house, after struggling for a dozen seconds with his stiff neck he finally managed to see to the left and right of where he's at.

His body was resting in some kind of a swing hanging from the ceiling, next to the only door on the far left from his swing was a guard in full-body armor made from metal.

His mother kept engaging with the man in their exciting conversation for a few minutes before him being awake was noticed, the man's eyes fell on him and Ziko maintained eye-contact while wondering if that man was thee man with the smallest part in creating him.

Somehow. Ziko felt the resemblance between his mother and this man in looks was close, like blood related close as if that man wasn't his father but uncle instead.

When the man noticed that he's now having the complete attention of this baby boy, he tried to squint his eyes to appear evil and menacing to scare him.

"Owwww...."

Ziko felt this man's intimidation attempt laughable at best after what he saw of the devil race varieties and hell roaring in impatience eager to swallow him, since his neck movement was off limits he used his eyes quickly to look at his mom then back at the man twice.

End result was, his mother who didn't notice the action of the man trying to scare her baby because she was daydreaming as she watched Ziko being silent as always as he calmly woke up and curiously looked everywhere, this time he was engaged in a staring contest with her brother but when her son gave her this eye sign she found her big brother showing his teeth childishly and glaring at her boy!

She found the soft fat at the side of his stomach expertly and twisted it while growling at him to stop scaring her boy like a lioness protecting her cub, her brother paled in the face and raised his arms in surrender while placating her with an awkward smile.

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯.

While relaxing in his swing, Ziko tried to concentrate on the conversations between the two until another guard entered the room. That man patted the mother's hand comfortingly then kissed her forehead before he swaggered out with the guard at a hurry while snickering, which seemed to annoy the mother for some reason.

Stretching her arms lazily and looking at the window to check for the time, the mother got up and raised Ziko then gave her goodbye to the guard who respectfully bowed to send her out.

"Ku'Rah...."

From the constant repetition of that name by now Ziko was certain his mother choose him a strange name, the language was yet remaining very resistant to his decoding attempts but he wasn't rushing it.

He was taken to the market again and his mother bought what she needed with different coins, then when the day was about to end he was returned back to their home sweet home as he was starting to feel drowsy.

His mother fed him again before he completely slipped into sleep and by the time he woke up Ziko found himself in what appears to be the kitchen of their house and currently he was in a basket padded with a fur blanket underneath him.

Mom was chopping vegetables and making what appears to be some sort of salad on the edge of the table, the smell of meat was seeping from the oven and wetting his appetite. Ziko who didn't eat anything but milk from the breast in forever was wishing for his voice and a set of teeth so he can sink them in a slice, no matter how small it was he would be thanking his mommy with honest tears of gratitude.

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦? 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭, 𝘸𝘩𝘰? 𝘈 𝘍𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯-𝘭𝘢𝘸! 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵.

As if to answer his mental questions, the mother arranged the table then ran for the room while stripping naked.

After fifteen minutes or a bit longer she came out wearing a fine dress and holding two more with confliction all over her face, finally she smiled and stood in front of her baby while holding a dress in each arm.

"Ku'Rah, Shiv'Za ......"

Speaking. Mother first set each of the dresses in her hands to the side then started posing in the green dress she had on her body, seeing no reaction from her baby boy she sighed then took the next dress and wore it on right there in front of Ziko.

Skyblue with touches of cloud patches in white and bordered with silver embroidery, her back was partly exposed and half to almost all the chest area was transparent save for a couple circles around the two pointy food sources. That coupled with the very high opening which almost reached her butt! Someone is certainly getting pampered and spoiled tonight, and it sure isn't going to be dear "Ku'Rah" or plain old Ziko.

𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘥.

𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦.

Seeing a lack of interest in the eyes and face of her boy, the mother changed again and draped the final red dress on her naked body and twirled in place like a rose.

It was a decent choice, not revealing legs to the butt or chest to the nipples. The back was visible only below the neck and the ravine ahead was barely exposed. Her knees were covered and only when she sits will they uncover themselves.

Smiling and laughing to affirm his choice, Ku'Rah made his first decision and choice in the eyes of his mother.

Jumping in joy, the woman snatched him from his basket and kept laughing while kissing him.

Undressing both herself and her boy, she took him for a final soak in the water to be perfect for their guest.

Feeding then getting bundled up again then deposited in his basket, he saw his mother wearing the red dress and beautified with make-up.

𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

"Ku'Rah mother....."

The woman spoke while hugging him from the basket to her chest and patting his back, this time the second word was translated in his head as mother.

"Knock knock...."

"Ah! ....."

The woman ran towards the door while tears welled up in her eyes, the words that followed were lost to him anyway.

𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯.