Dokkun, dokkun.
Noisy, huh? Huh? Pitch black? Moreover, I can’t move! Kidnapped? Damn, which hostile faction is this?
I try to recall the members of the hostile faction who might have kidnapped me. Would they kidnap me and demand a ransom from my faction? As I ponder this, I realize I’ve woken up to this constant, echoing “dokkun” sound. Is it the sound of a windmill? A cart? No, neither of those… So, what is it? If it’s some device meant to kill me while I’m immobilized, this is no laughing matter. Ah, my mouth is gagged too, so I can’t even complain to the kidnappers and tell them to cut the jokes.
Dokun, dokun.
Has the rhythm of the sound changed? Oh? Ooooh, wow?? Is my body sinking?! Is the bag falling? How high is it? Is the ground below soft? I—I won’t be intimidated by such despicable means! I absolutely won’t give in——…
“Born♪! That person is born♪!”
“Ugh, that beast, what kind of… Ah! Don’t touch there///!?”
Falling, and then being held by multiple women? I try to move my neck, but it won’t budge. I strain my eyes to look up, trying to see where I fell from. One of the women holding me has her hand pressing against another woman’s private area. …It seems I’ve been reincarnated with some memories of my past life. …Why did I die? Huh? I manage to recall the last image from my memory.
“Your dictatorial rule is wrong!”
“We will establish a republic! A path where each citizen freely builds society!”
In my faction, those who switched to the enemy faction restrained me. Then, in front of the public, they executed me by guillotine. So, that’s how I died. And now, I’ve been reborn into the house of some wealthy man with all these women around. …Hmm, my gender hasn’t changed. Are there other males born here? The eldest son has the advantage in family disputes. So, what’s my position? The legitimate wife’s child is suspicious, isn’t she? My mother is pinned against the wall, her private area being played with. Other women like her are also pinned against the wall, waiting to give birth. Concubines, huh? This family dispute is going to be bloody. More importantly, hasn’t my father arrived yet? Does he not attend the births of his concubines’ children? He’s similar to me in my past life.
“Giggle giggle♪! Ahhh♥! Stop it♥!”
After that, my mother and I were separated. Wet nurses took turns feeding me milk, cradling me, and playing with my undeveloped male part…//////??? I can’t understand the last part! I don’t want to! This isn’t a wealthy household. I refuse to believe this is the basement of some brothel visited by perverts!!
“Waaah, waaah.”
“Try, try♪? No crying, no crying♪?”
Damn it. They don’t understand my feelings. When I grow up, I’ll make them taste twice the humiliation I’m feeling today.
Shh, shh.
Ugh, stop ittt. No matter how much they coax. I’m not going to do it!! Have they drugged my head or something?! Ahhh, my brothers and sisters. Please help meee…!!!
“Waaah! Waaah!”
