No, no, no!

I shouldn’t have done that!

Who cares if it’s Xiru; my life is hundreds of times more important.

Plus, there was a timeskip of three years, and no reader had time to start caring about Xiru yet, so there was no point in doing that to increase my likability to the readers.

It could’ve blown my cover as a normal child, and some might suspect me as a reincarnee.

Yes, now that I think about it, what kind of one-in-a-million genius three-year-old would do such a thing?

(…And what kind of adult favorites and follows something that looks like it was written by a three-year-old?)

They’d have to suspect me, at least a little bit, of being reincarnated unless they have less than one iota of brain matter.

I really shouldn’t have done that!

Quming, that was a stupid move.

Next time, I will most definitely not do that.

My life is most important.

Nothing else could compare.

At that moment when I was thinking about how my life had to be protected at all costs, my mother, also known as harem no. 1, came in and started running towards me.

“Quming, art thou daijoubu?”

Was what my waifu senses translated “Quming, are you okay?” to. I don’t understand my waifu senses either.

Saying that, she hugged me and held me tight.

Of course, I savored the sensation of two oppai stuffed in my face.

“Mghghhh…”

I could barely answer in the face of such heavenly euphoria.

“Ah, Quming, you can’t speak can you?”

I nodded, mainly to achieve the effect of rubbing my head against this life’s biological mother’s boobs.

—Then I realized that since I did that, she’d stop pressing her bosom against me.

This is bad.

I’m already too old for breastfeeding, so I don’t have much of an opportunity to get in contact with these.

Maybe I should hold on to her?

No, no, no, remember those paranoid and single old men? Life is most important!

Life, yes, life.

LIFE.

My life is resting on this, so, Quming, don’t you dare move those hands to pinch those ***CENSORED***.

Instead, imagine what I’m going to do when I have a good appearance and therefore a harem.

Yes, I’m going to slowly ***CENSORED*** then start stimulating her ***CENSORED*** and ***CENSORED***.

After the ***CENSORED***, I will ***CENSORED*** and ***CENSORED***.

***CENSORED***, ***CENSORED***. ***CENSORED*** ***CENSORED*** ***CENSORED***.

***CENSORED*** ***CENSORED***.

And to end it all, I’ll ***CENSORED*** in her ***CENSORED***.

But wait, I have a harem!

So, I’ll have my first harem member do ***CENSORED*** while I do ***CENSORED*** to my second harem member and #3 will ***CENSORED*** to #4. Hopefully, I’ll have more than four, so #5 will be giving me a ***CENSORED*** and #6 shall do a ***CENSORED*** while #7 does a ***CENSORED***.

Slowly but surely, we’ll all reach a ***CENSORED*** and my ***CENSORED*** will overflow and get all of them ***CENSORED*** with a ***CENSORED***. Of course, my ***CENSORED*** is quite amazing, so I could go for a second round. First, I’ll ***CENSORED*** and ***CENSORED*** #2…

“Quming?”

“Mama?”

“Ah, it’s nothing. I thought you were making the same face as grandpa does when looking at a young girl, but that’s of course impossible, isn’t it. Can you tell me if you’re okay now?”

Ooo, I found a comrade!

Wait no, my face was that bad?

This…

Life.

Yes, life.

I must stop my imagination. I must save that for when I sleep.

…Okay, I should be fine for now.

“Yesh, mama, I’m okey! Dere waz a bad guy, and Shilu beat him up! Shilu iz sho cool!”

After hearing me, mother, smiling, picked me up and said, “Xiru beat up the bad guys! Yes, she’s very cool! Now, let’s go back to our room, okay?”

With that, she left for the building that we lived in, breaking the highest-class protection rune (costs several billion USD if converted) to protect me in case of another assassin.

A mother worries, after all.