Several years ago…
On a stormy, rain-soaked night, thunder rolled across the sky like distant drums.
With every rumble, the tension inside the luxurious master bedroom of the wealthy Clest family estate, seemed to tighten, filling the air and clinging to every corner despite the room's warmth.
A sudden cry from the woman lying on the bed tore through the silence, raw, sharp, and trembling.
"Ahh…! It hurts!"
Servants moved quickly, their expressions tense despite their practiced composure. "Just a little more, my lady… please…"
Another cry followed, breaking into a gasp as the final moment came.
Then, at last, a child was born.
For a brief second, the room held its breath. The baby lay in the doctor's hands, quiet, his small chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, but no cry came.
The doctor did not panic. With practiced ease, she cleared his airway and rubbed his back lightly, checking his breathing and pulse in one smooth motion.
"He's breathing," she said calmly. "He's fine… just quiet." The tension in the room eased almost immediately.
Wrapped securely in cloth, the child was handed over as the maids relaxed, their earlier worry fading.
To them, everything was normal.
The newborn's eyes remained closed at first, his face tightening faintly as he adjusted to the cold air and distant sounds. His tiny fingers curled and uncurled in slow, instinctive motions.
After a short while, his eyelids fluttered open. Unfocused and vague, like any newborn, his gaze drifted through blurred light and shifting shadows.
Then, slowly, it turned toward the window.
Rain streaked across the glass, distorting the world outside as lightning flickered faintly. Another flash followed, brighter this time, and something moved within the storm.
At first, only a shadow. Then lightning struck again.
Wings. Vast. Silver. Cutting through the storm with effortless grace.
The baby's eyes lingered in that direction, still appearing unfocused to anyone watching. His tiny hand twitched, lifting slightly as if trying to grasp something far beyond his reach.
No one paid attention. To them, it was just a newborn reacting to light.
But inside, everything stilled.
No way…
Was that… Lugia?
For a moment, his thoughts faltered, struggling to catch up with what he had just seen.
That wasn't a dream…
Those wings… that presence…
A flicker of memory surfaced, sharp and undeniable.
Lugia… a legendary Pokémon.
His breathing remained calm, his body unresponsive to the storm raging within his mind.
Then this means…
A pause.
Not confusion.
Confirmation.
Have I been reincarnated… into the Pokémon world?
The rain continued to fall. Thunder rolled once more, distant and heavy, as if the world itself acknowledged the realization.
And slowly, quietly, the truth settled in.
Yeah… that was me… The one who got reincarnated into the Pokémon world. And the name my new parents gave me… was Gil Crest.
…
Days later….
I lay nestled warmly against my mother's chest.
My mother was breathtakingly beautiful. Long, silky blue hair framed her face like midnight silk.
Her full, red plump lips parted in soft gasps. Her heavy, milk-swollen breasts strained against the thin silk of her nightgown, nipples already hard and leaking tiny droplets.
The moment my lips sealed around her nipple, her body betrayed her instantly.
My special tongue, longer and far more sensitive than any normal baby's, curled gently around the swollen bud. I sucked with steady, instinctive pressure, drawing the warm milk I needed. I wasn't trying to tease her... I simply had to feed.
Her back arched sharply off the bed. A loud, shameless moan tore from her throat and filled the quiet room.
"Ahhn~! Mmmm~!"
I had heard that sound many times over the past few days, yet it still sent a quiet thrill through me. I kept nursing, slow and focused, letting the sweet milk fill my mouth.
Her fingers twisted tightly into the sheets as her chest heaved with every shaky breath.
As one hand stayed gently cradling the back of my head, holding me close to her, while the other gripped the fabric even harder.
Another soft, trembling whimper slipped from her lips. Her nipple throbbed warmly against my tongue, stiff and incredibly sensitive.
Heat radiated from her skin. Her breathing turned quick and ragged, each breath shaky with pleasure she couldn't control.
I understood exactly why she reacted this way. My tongue was the reason.It always made her lose herself like this.
Still, I didn't stop. My tiny body needed the milk, so I continued to suck, while her body shivered and moaned around me.