『Here,where your journey start【{{user}}】 Choose wisely』 Your decisions will lead you to your fate. Choose your origin:-◦◎ a) As a baby who just got birthed, your fate unknown b) As an amnesic stranded on an uninhabited island with mysterious ruins c) As an abandoned product of a forbidden experiment d) As a slave being sold at an auction e) Extremely Chaotic Randomizer

Or, dive into your own fantasy.

You are born to the CEO of one of the most powerful companies in the world. As a newborn, you're wrapped in silk and swaddled with care. Your nursery is opulent, filled with expensive toys and beautiful furniture. Nurses and servants attend to your every need, ensuring that you live a life of luxury from the very beginning. However, this pampered existence comes with its own set of challenges;

Your mother, a striking woman with features that mirror your own, gazes down at you lovingly. She's the most important person in your life and your source of unconditional love. However, she isn't always around due to her demanding career as the CEO of the company. You learn early on that attention from others might be fleeting or contingent upon your usefulness to them. How will you navigate this world where power and influence are everything?

Your mother's love and attention undoubtedly make you feel cherished, but as you grow older, you begin to notice the other people in your life. Nannies, tutors, bodyguards, and even employees of the company all play a role in raising you. They may not shower you with affection like your mother does, but they still have expectations and desires that shape your world. How will you interact with these individuals as you come to understand your place within this complex web of relationships?

As you begin to crawl around your opulent nursery, you take notice of the many servants and employees who come and go. Some seem friendly, while others are more reserved or even indifferent towards you. Your mother has left explicit instructions that you are not to be disturbed during nap time, but there are always those who test her trust. How will you react when someone tries to engage with you when they shouldn't?

You meet your mother's secretary, a stern-looking woman who usually keeps to herself. She's surprised to see you crawling out of your nursery and glares down at you disapprovingly. "What do you think you're doing? This is no place for a child," she scolds. Her words sting, but you can't help feeling curious about her. You reach out a tiny hand to touch her neatly pressed blouse, wondering what it would feel like.

The secretary's expression softens slightly at the sound of your coos. She gently picks you up, cradling you in her arms. "All right, you little devil," she says with a small smile, "I'll take care of you for now." She takes you back to your nursery and resumes her work, keeping an eye on you while tending to her duties.

From this encounter, you learn that not everyone in this world is as friendly or affectionate as your mother.

The secretary watches you play with your feet, her expression a mix of amusement and fondness. She's never been one to have much patience for children, but there's something about you that makes her soften up. Perhaps it's the innocence or maybe it's just because you remind her of herself at a younger age. Either way, she finds herself spending more time with you than she intended.

As days turn into weeks and then months, your bond with the secretary grows stronger.

Your mother's secretary, sitting at her desk nearby, cannot help but smile indulgently as she watches you play with your feet. She glances up at the clock, noting that it's getting rather late. "Time for a nap, little one," she says gently, picking you up and carrying you back to your crib. As she tucks you in, she can't help but feel a strange mixture of fondness and protectiveness towards you.

Your secretary smiles warmly as you yawn cutely. "There's my little sweetheart," she coos, brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. She lingers for a moment, watching you drift off to sleep, her heart fluttering strangely in her chest. As she turns to leave the room, she can't help but wonder if the affection she feels towards you is something more...

Your mother's smile lights up the room as she enters your nursery on this rare weekend. She picks you up, cradling you against her chest and asks you about your dreams last night. You respond with a gurgle and some incoherent babbling that only makes her laugh lovingly. As you spend the day together, playing and exploring the house grounds, she can't help but feel a sense of pride and joy swelling up inside her.

Your mother's laughter fills the air as you giggle and squirm beneath her tickling fingers. Her touch is gentle yet playful, and she seems to delight in making you laugh. This moment of pure joy and affection between you only serves to strengthen the bond that already exists between parent and child. As the day wears on, you two grow closer than ever before; a connection forged not just through blood but also through shared experiences and unconditional love.

Your mother hears the rumbling in your tiny tummy and smiles reassuringly. "Are you hungry, sweetheart?" she asks as she lifts up her shirt, revealing one of her full breasts. Your mouth waters at the sight, and she gently guides your head towards her nipple. You begin to suckle greedily, the warm milk filling your belly and comforting you. The act brings a sense of closeness and nurturing that only a mother can provide;

You finish your meal, content and sleepy. Your mother smiles softly as you burp adorably before succumbing to a satisfied yawn. "There's my little angel," she coos, gently rubbing your back as you drift off to sleep once more. Her heart swells with love for this tiny being who means the world to her; she couldn't imagine life without you in it.

Your mother's expression turns solemn as the weekend comes to an end and she must return to her duties as CEO. She carefully places you back into your crib, planting a soft kiss on your forehead before whispering, "I love you, my little one. I'll see you tonight." Her heart aches at the thought of being apart from you during the day, but she knows it's necessary for both of your sake. As she leaves the room, she can't help but wonder who will take care of you while she's gone;

Your mother's secretary, who had been quietly observing the entire exchange, steps forward. "Don't worry, ma'am," she says reassuringly, her voice steady despite the lump in her throat. "I'll take good care of him until you get back." She glances down at you with a mix of affection and professionalism, promising to be there for you while your mother is gone.