Chapter 1: Awakening
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 1: Awakening
Around the time I turned three, I opened my eyes.
To be precise… the memories of my past life returned.
It seems I died and was reborn, and the reason these memories are only surfacing now is likely because my brain hadn't fully developed yet since I was just a baby.
‘It’s strangely realistic in the most useless ways.’
Anyway, my conclusion is that I’m currently in a state that could be called either reincarnation or possession.
Specifically, I’m in the game I was obsessed with right until the moment I died.
What kind of game, you ask?
…An eroge.
To be more specific, it’s a Ren'Py-based visual novel… a type of dating sim.
The name of the game is Milfgard.
Literally translated, it means "Guardian of MILFs," and personally, I don't care much about whether they're actually married or not.
It’s not a requirement, but more like a seasoning that adds flavor?
Well… anyway… back to the point.
The goal of Milfgard is simple.
You woo the daughters of attractive, mature women and make them happy.
The logic was some nonsense like, "If the child is happy, the parent is happy too."
When I first realized the true purpose of this game, I felt like I’d been smacked in the back of the head with a bat.
In my past life, I was an ordinary Korean who studied English for twelve years through elementary, middle, and high school, yet the only thing I could say was, "How are you? I’m fine, thank you, and you?"
Despite that, I spent every precious second of my free time—after work, on annual leave, and even on public holidays—translating English text just to play Milfgard.
The result of investing my irreplaceable leisure time was this: the curvaceous ladies who gave me a raging erection the moment I saw them weren't the heroines. Instead, the heroines were their daughters, who looked like their legs would snap if they took a single solid low kick.
"Son of a bitch! What? You filthy foreigners! I did all this… I did all this just to see scenes of these little brats who are still wet behind the ears?!"
Gentlemen, I like milfs.
Gentlemen, I love older women.
Gentlemen, I don't desire some brat who hasn't even matured; I love women who are ripe, seasoned, and practically bursting with charm.
I crave women who, due to their age and social standing, harbor sticky desires that are on the verge of festering.
My heart aches when I see a woman who maintains constant self-care yet sighs at the sight of her skin and flesh beginning to sag ever so slightly under the inevitable weight of time.
The composure that only an older woman can show and the maternal love that naturally radiates from her drive me wild.
I have no interest in little things that still smell of their mother's milk.
A woman who exudes a thick, mature scent just by breathing, just by being there—that is my reason for living.
However, ideals are always crushed by reality.
Games, anime, manga, and the like—the creations of comrades who shared my ideals—were the only sanctuary that could quench my endless thirst.
"How could you do this to me?!"
…In my past life, I died trembling with that sense of betrayal.
It was the result of the daily grind of commuting, the fatigue from staying up for a month straight because of Milfgard, and finally, the betrayal that literally made my blood boil.
I feel somewhat depressed thinking about how I died in front of my computer with my pants halfway down, sporting a massive nosebleed…
To change the mood, I have no choice but to get back to the main point.
Slurp, slurp.
Feeling strangely empty, I lightly sucked on the baby bottle sitting next to me.
Having quenched my thirst and filled my stomach, I focused once more on grasping my current situation.
‘First… my name is Leon von Konstanz.’
The protagonist of Milfgard was Luan von Konstanz, the son of a Count who ruled the region of Konstanz.
In the context of the web novels I occasionally read in my past life, he was the son of a Margrave.
He had a younger brother who occasionally appeared as an extra, and that brother's name was Leon von Konstanz.
In other words, I’ve been reborn as the youngest son of the Margrave’s family within the game.
The situation is clear, given that the faces of the parents who gave birth to me in this life match the characters I remember from Milfgard.
‘It’s not bad… no…’
It’s perfect.
The moment I realized my status, that thought crossed my mind.
If I had been Luan, I would have been forced to woo those toothpick-like daughters whether I liked it or not.
But I’m not just a character with little screen time; I’m an extra who doesn't appear at all from the moment the protagonist leaves for the Royal Capital until the very end.
This means I can do whatever I want.
‘And… I remember exactly where every item is.’
For the record, Milfgard was a game with an unnecessary amount of content and surprisingly high quality.
Even though they didn't bother making sex scenes or even interaction events for the milfs who gave me a raging erection.
Regardless, Milfgard implemented turn-based RPG combat within the framework of a dating sim, and that combat had a significant impact on the game.
The setting, the Roycen Empire, was a typical fantasy land defined by swords, magic, and monsters.
There were even heroines who couldn't be pursued at all unless you defeated powerful monsters.
Of course, to me, the Young Lady of the Sword Saint family was nothing more than a female gorilla covered in muscle.
‘Let’s organize my thoughts.’
I have been reborn as Leon von Konstanz, the youngest of the Margrave’s family.
The world I’ve been reborn into is Milfgard, the dating sim/RPG hybrid I was obsessed with until I died.
Thanks to translating every single line of the English text, I know everything about this world.
And… I am realistic enough to know that relying solely on game knowledge will lead me straight to a "dead body" ending.
‘Either way, this isn't a game; it’s reality. There’s no save or load trick here.’
In other words, I have to reach the ending in a single playthrough.
It’s a difficulty level where a single small mistake, like picking the wrong dialogue option, could literally cost me my life.
However…
Clench.
I raised my tiny hand and squeezed it into a cute fist.
The Head Maid, who is usually cold as ice but harbors the sorrows of a middle manager.
The wife of the Sword Saint, who was once praised as the Princess of the Sword but now sighs while looking at herself in the mirror.
The daughter of the Archmage, who entered into a political marriage devoid of even a shred of affection.
And all the other milfs who made me rock-hard in my past life.
This time, I will truly become their guardian.
* * *
The First Button
It might be a bit blunt to say this out of the blue, but in my past life, half of my hard drive was filled with massage videos.
And of course, I’m talking about MILF massages.
Those kinds of works usually follow a specific storyline.
For instance, let’s say there’s a married woman whose relationship with her husband has grown distant.
Starving for affection, the wife tries to fill the void with her husband’s love, but the man—exhausted and crushed by the weight of life—only leaves her with empty promises like, "Maybe next time..."
Eventually, while her unquenchable thirst burns even hotter, the wife catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror.
She sees a body that has lost the elasticity of its youth.
The wife wonders: If I improve my figure, will my husband’s lost love return? As she stares into the mirror with those thoughts, a fateful flyer or business card catches her eye.
It’s a card for a massage shop—an "aesthetic clinic," if you will—boasting slogans like psychological counseling, body contouring, beauty, and marital relationship improvement.
And so, the wife, who has only ever looked at her husband, makes a big decision and knocks on the door of the clinic.
Her heart pounds with thoughts like, Is this okay? Should I turn back now? Then, an aesthetician in a white coat appears before her.
A bright smile, a crisp white coat, and a polite, respectful demeanor—these things provide a sense of security, and the wife’s anxious heart gradually begins to settle.
But the wife doesn't have a clue.
She doesn't realize that behind that kind, gentle smile, the aesthetician’s eyes are gleaming sharply, like a hawk that has spotted its prey.
"Phew... just thinking about it makes me want to watch one again."
Of course, there are many other reasons why I love massage videos besides just the buildup.
The masterful technique that starts from the extremities—shoulders, hands, or feet—and slowly, stealthily creeps upward.
The wife’s inner turmoil as she becomes increasingly conscious of those touches, yet unable to refuse because of the trust already established.
In contrast, her pitifully honest body twitches every time a hand grazes her skin.
Ultimately, as the aesthetician’s hand movements grow bolder, the wife’s thirst only intensifies...
And finally, at the moment that thirst can be quenched—when she is just one step away—the aesthetician mercilessly stops his hands.
As if telling her to say it with her own lips if she wants more, he whispers a single phrase into her ear: "We’re finished for today."
Unable to endure her heated body any longer, the wife cries out in a desperate voice, "The... the special course..."
"Kaaaah~"
For those reasons, I love MILF massage videos.
Honestly, hasn't every man dreamed of it at least once?
A woman writhing in joy and pleasure at the tips of my fingers.
In a way, I believed a true man is one who can make a woman happy, so in my past life, I once yearned to be an aesthetician.
I didn't just dream about it; I studied all sorts of things.
Well... I never actually had the chance to use that knowledge in practice... I was confident I could do it better than anyone if given the chance... but no one ever gave me that chance...
Because for men, looks come before size or technique...
'But!'
The reincarnated me is different.
Despite being only five years old, I have well-defined features, fresh blonde hair, and large, sapphire-like blue eyes.
If the past me couldn't even pass the initial document screening, the current me has the specs to crush not just the screening but the interview as well.
In fact, the maids who attend to me don't know what to do with themselves whenever they see me.
For example, like this.
"Oh my, Young Master Leon. You're already up so early in the morning?"
"Yeah. If I wake up early, you can take a little break, Lina."
"Oh, Young Master~ How can someone so cute be so kind as well~!"
Lina, who turned sixteen this year, hugged me tightly.
Being held in a woman's arms is one of the greatest joys a man can experience, but I felt a bit of regret.
If only Lina were about fifteen years older.
If only those modest breasts were a bit more voluptuous... that kind of regret.
'Actually, it's not just Lina I'm disappointed about...'
The most tragic fact is that my current physical age is five.
Even though I see through all the secrets of this world, and even though this is a world where the mystery of magic exists... there is no solution for this reality.
I just have to endure and wait.
However, I have no intention of just letting this time slip away.
I was just about to reaffirm my resolve, clenching my tiny, adorable fists, when—
"Young Master, shouldn't we head to breakfast now?"
It was a word from Lina, who was still rubbing her cheek against mine while holding me.
Breakfast is very important for building a healthy body.
Furthermore, a robust physique is indispensable for my grand dream, so I popped out of Lina's arms.
"Right. I don't know what I'll hear if I'm late. Living as a noble is surprisingly tough."
"Ahaha, sometimes you really don't seem like a five-year-old, Young Master."
"Kids these days are all like that."
"Aren't you one of those 'kids these days' too? Ahaha."
Exchanging trivial conversation like that, I made my way.
To the breakfast table, where the entire family was required to attend.
*
Clink, clink.
Scrape, scrape...
At the breakfast table of the Margrave Konstanz family, only the faint sound of utensils echoed.
There was no sound of chewing or swallowing, nor the light banter that usually accompanies a meal... such sounds were entirely absent.
'Ugh, this is suffocating.'
The cause was the head of the family, Count Konstanz, a man who lived and died by etiquette.
To put it in terms of my past life, he was like a fresh second lieutenant out of the military academy who had nothing but the Field Manual in his head.
For example, if a vassal or subordinate achieved something, it was considered their duty, so there was no praise or reward.
Conversely, if they made a mistake or committed a crime, it was something that should never have happened, so they were immediately executed.
Thanks to this, the territory was also governed strictly by the book; the vassals always looked miserable, but the commoners' faces were full of smiles.
However, the main story of Milfgard began when the protagonist, the eldest son Luan, got into an argument with his rigid father and was forcibly sent to the Academy in the Royal Capital.
'Well... it seems there's still plenty of time before that event occurs.'
I am currently five, and the eldest son, Luan, is seven.
The main story begins exactly after I, the youngest, have my coming-of-age ceremony.
In other words, unless there's a major incident or change, I should be fine until the day I become an adult.
As I thought that, I was about to dip my last piece of bread into the soup and put it in my mouth.
Father, Count Konstanz, who had finished his meal a step ahead, turned his gaze toward Luan, who had just put down his utensils.
"Luan."
"Yes, Father."
"I saw the results of the exams conducted by the instructors yesterday. Your grades in management and economics were particularly low."
"...I am sorry."
"You are the one who will inherit this family and territory. Do not make this father of yours ashamed."
Looking at Luan's dejected expression, a thought naturally occurred to me.
I was truly grateful and lucky that my parents in my past life weren't like that...
Therefore, fearing that the sparks might fly my way, I utilized the gaze-avoidance techniques I had honed in the military and workplace of my past life to their full extent... but...
"Leon."
It seemed I couldn't escape the eyes of the Margrave, who had survived all sorts of hardships.
"Yes, Father."
"How old have you become this year?"
"...I am five years old."
"Five. Then you shall also begin your education starting today. Though such a thing must never happen, should anything happen to Luan, you must take his place."
"Yes, Father."
"Hmm."
To summarize the youngest of a Count's family in one word: a spare.
In case an accident, illness, or death prevented the eldest son, Luan, from succeeding the family, I was there to take his place.
Therefore, the reason I was born was not love, but necessity.
'This strangely detailed and realistic point is what differentiates it from a game, and it's proof that this world is reality...'
Well, I don't particularly have any complaints about my father, mother, or the family for not loving me.
Since I have no complaints, I have no intention of trying to fix my father's "old man" tendencies either.
I simply want to fulfill the purpose of life I've given myself.
To do that, I intend to make the most of my background as a member of a Count's family, and of course... I plan to conquer my own heroines that I've had my eye on since my past life.
"Father, if I may be so bold, there is one thing I would like to ask. If it is not an imposition, may I venture a question?"
Ugh, that was long.
Believe it or not, this is the everyday language and etiquette used by the empire's nobility.
Fortunately, my etiquette wasn't off, as Father's gaze returned to me.
"I permit it."
"Thank you. What I wish to ask is regarding the selection of the instructor who will educate me. Do you perhaps have someone in mind, Father?"
"Not yet. I intend to decide before lunch."
"I see. In that case, I would like to ask if it would be acceptable for me to designate the person I wish to receive instruction from."
"...You wish to choose the person to educate you? Not someone I have chosen?"
Looking at Father's stiff face and cold gaze, my hands naturally began to sweat.
My head was filled with nothing but the thought, I'm screwed...
However, I have no intention of backing down.
What could a coward who retreats in fear here possibly achieve in the future?
"Father, then I shall boldly ask one more thing. What subjects do you intend to have me taught?"
"The same subjects as your brother."
"If I may speak despite my insolence, that policy is not only inefficient but also dangerous."
"Hmm... speak in more detail."
"Just as a country cannot have two kings, a territory must have only one successor."
People are not objects that can be swapped out at will like spare tires.
The fact that I am receiving the same successor education as my brother means that I, too, could become a successor.
It doesn't matter at all if I don't think so myself.
The problem is that those around me will think so.
In short, the very fact that I am receiving the same education as my brother could become a spark for future conflict.
'So please...'
This was a justification I had spent time on, squeezing my five-year-old brain to come up with.
Man proposes, God disposes.
I had done my part. Now, I could only leave the rest to fate.
Soon, the voice of fate spoke.
"Indeed... the possibility is low, but it is a risk that can never be ignored. Leon, I did not expect you to be capable of such thoughts at your age. You are clever."
Father's gaze shifted between the blinking Luan and me.
From the looks of it, he was comparing Luan at age five with the current me... it was a good flow.
In a world where primogeniture is the default, a youngest son who is more brilliant than the eldest is a danger in itself.
Now, time to drive it home.
"I am simply trying to know my place and act according to my station."
"Haha, is that so?"
Father fell into thought for a moment.
He lightly tapped the table with his index finger.
Finally, the moment the tap-tap sound stopped, Father's gaze returned to me.
"Very well. You shall choose your own teacher."
"Thank you, Father."
"A child as clever as you must have already decided on the subjects you wish to learn. However, I cannot leave everything to a young child. You must also study the subjects I designate."
"Yes, Father. I shall acquire the refinement and knowledge befitting the Konstanz family."
"Good. So, who is the person you seek instruction from?"
Finally, this moment...!
No, let's stay calm. I've only just taken the first step.
I shifted my gaze away from Father and toward Mother, who was quietly sipping her tea.
More precisely, toward the woman who was Mother's personal maid and would eventually become the Head Maid overseeing all the maids of our family.
"The person I wish to receive instruction from is Miss Helena Clausewitz."
"?!"
Helena herself looked like she hadn't expected it at all, but as expected, Father and Mother nodded slowly.
A Count, especially a Margrave, was a prestigious family boasting significant influence within the Empire.
The maid who assisted the mistress of such a prestigious family was, of course, also a noble.
Soon, Father's gaze turned toward Mother.
"Not bad. Though she is from a collateral line, she carries the blood of the Sword Saint family, which has served as Knight Commanders for generations. What do you think?"
"I agree. It would be good for Leon to properly learn swordsmanship and the art of war from Helena while he's at it."
"Indeed. In the future, Leon could become Luan's right hand. The Sword Saint family wouldn't think poorly of it if we entrusted a child's education to them. Hmm... not bad."
Seeing things go exactly as I planned feels quite good.
Though not as good as the sight of Helena crying out in joy and ecstasy at my fingertips someday.
At any rate, the long breakfast concluded with Father's command to Helena.
"Helena, from this moment on, I appoint you as Leon's instructor. When teaching Leon, forget the fact that he is my son. Bear in mind that the purpose of education is results."
"...Yes, My Lord. I shall obey your command."
"Good. That will be all for breakfast."
Father, Mother, and my brother Luan disappeared, leaving only Helena and me.
'By the way, so this is what a young Helena looks like... as expected, the potential was there from the start...'
Helena's current age is in her mid-to-late teens.
By the time I become an adult, she will be a demure woman who is more than ripe—practically bursting with maturity.
Furthermore, no matter how tightly she wraps herself in clothes, the charm of a mature woman overflows from every corner...
"Hehehe..."
"Young Master, that laughter is not befitting a child of a prestigious family. Correct it immediately."
"Ah, yes. I'm sorry, Teacher."
"Good."
And so, I began the conquest of my first heroine.
Through a route that would take a full fifteen years to break down the walls of the taboo between teacher and disciple.