As I slowly opened my eyes, I realized I was back in the room where I've slept since I was born.
I turned my head to the sides and soon noticed I was being pressed by four heavenly mounds — obviously, my mother's and Isis's breasts.
Honestly, after six years of sleeping with them, I've already gotten used to it. And to be honest, these soft sensations are far from unpleasant.
In fact, it's a privilege to sleep between these two wonderful women.
There was a time when I wondered if I could have experienced something like this on Earth. But that idea was nothing more than a daydream. I knew that if it wasn't exactly these two women by my side, it wouldn't be the same.
After all, on Earth, I never felt attracted to any woman, no matter how beautiful she was. That always intrigued me.
Think about it: a healthy, rich, attractive, and single young man — normally, he would be the center of female attention. And I was. Even so, I felt nothing.
On a friend's suggestion, I went on dates with some of the most beautiful women I knew. But at most, I felt a slight aesthetic admiration. I tried the same with average women. The result was the same.
Worried, I sought a specialist. Maybe she could help me?
But to my surprise — or rather, horror — she suggested that maybe I was attracted to men. I almost vomited in disgust right then and there (with all due respect to those who have that preference, of course, but it simply wasn't my case).
Today, I finally understand why.
I looked again at my mother and at Isis — who is much more than just a maid — and I understood everything.
It had to be them.
I'm not just talking about their ethereal beauty. I'm talking about what they mean to me: they are my home, my refuge, my confidants. My family. The only people who make me feel truly complete.
There's no doubt anymore. I love them. It's not just a rational conclusion — it's a deep feeling, rooted in my heart. And I'll do anything to keep them by my side forever.
"You're finally awake, my baby," my mother whispered beside my ear.
I turned my head and met her beautiful sky-blue eyes, filled with love and a hint of worry.
As always, no matter how many times I look at her... I keep being enchanted by her beauty.
"Yes, mother, I just woke up," I replied, leaning in to kiss her forehead.
She seemed surprised by the gesture, but soon embraced me affectionately, burying my face in her soft mounds.
"You were amazing yesterday, my love… But please, rest today, okay?" she said, stroking my hair.
I raised my head, looked into her eyes and replied:
"No, mother. I need to get stronger. I want to protect you and Isis."
Her eyes gleamed with pride. What mother wouldn't be moved seeing her son refuse to give up after the first challenge?
"To tell the truth, I'm feeling great. Not tired at all," I realized, surprised, that I actually felt better than the day before.
"Please, just a few more hours in bed…" she insisted sweetly.
"Let the young master train. Don't break his determination," said Isis, opening her eyes, already awake.
"Good morning, Isis," I said, kissing her forehead.
"Good morning to you too, young master," she replied, returning the gesture.
"Haaa... alright. But first, let's have breakfast."
After washing their faces, the three of them went together to have breakfast.
"Since we've finished eating, we can go for another training session," said Astrid, excited.
"I'll put on my training clothes and be right back," said Aziz.
Shortly after, everyone gathered in the training room.
"Will today be physical training… or can I finally learn magic?" Aziz asked with anticipation.
"From today on, your training will be divided into two parts. The first will be like yesterday: strengthening your body," Isis explained.
Astrid then stepped forward:
"And I will be responsible for teaching you magic."
Understanding the training structure, Aziz just nodded firmly.
"Put on the gravity shackles again and start running. Just try not to faint again, young master," Isis teased with a giggle.
Scratching his head, a bit embarrassed, Aziz chose to stay quiet.
Setting his shame aside, he began his run.
After a while.
'That's odd... I've already done five laps and I'm not as tired as yesterday,' he thought, puzzled.
After ten laps, less exhausted than the day before, Aziz was surprised by his progress.
As he approached Isis, he asked:
"Isn't it strange that I'm not tired at all?"
Isis, also surprised, turned to Astrid:
"My lady, does this have anything to do with his race?"
"No... not even an immortal can improve this quickly. This is strange," said Astrid, thoughtful.
"But this isn't a bad thing, right? If it helps me get stronger faster, it's great," said Aziz, excited.
"True... But let's leave it aside for now. Run ten more laps. If you're still not tired, we'll investigate it after your mana awakening," Astrid decreed.
Agreeing, Aziz ran once again, now with the shackles weighing even more.
This time, when he finished, he was panting, his legs trembling.
Astrid watched him, impressed. It was almost impossible for a boy, immortal or not, to endure twenty laps with triple weight on his body.
But she decided to keep her doubts to herself for now.
Taking a step forward, Astrid announced:
"Now that you've finished your run, it's time to awaken your mana."
Aziz's face lit up. This was the moment he had been waiting for.
"I'm ready, mother. What should I do?"
"Sit with your back to me. I'll transfer my mana to your body. That will be enough to complete your awakening."
"That's it? Sounds too easy," said Aziz, skeptical.
"It's easy for me. And don't forget: you're my son… and also an immortal," Astrid replied confidently.
Without hesitating further, he followed his mother's instructions.
Astrid positioned herself behind him and placed her hands on his back.
"Close your eyes. Feel the flow of mana. That will be enough to awaken."
Aziz obeyed. In less than a minute, a warm and comforting sensation coursed through his body.
'This must be the ma...'
[Ding! System activated.]
Before he could finish the thought, a clear and unmistakable sound echoed in his mind — familiar to any fantasy novel reader.