4. Milk
Author: P. Sibanda
last update2025-11-25 20:13:00

Carried in Azra's arms, Malvin had no clue what kind of life awaited him.

But he didn't have to wait long to find out.

They arrived at an old, weather-beaten wooden house that appeared to be alone up in the mountains.

When Azra pushed the door open, it screeched like the hinges hadn't tasted oil in years.

Malvin felt the tiny hairs on his baby head stand up. He didn't know a damn thing about the woman holding him or what a "Reaper" actually was.

Weren't reapers those scythe-wielding grim reaper guys from myths? The type that kill people? Oh hell no.

His baby instincts kicked in hard because of how nervous he was, so he began crying.

Azra groaned.

"Come now, kid," she muttered as she dumped him onto an old gray couch. "I really hate babies. Why are you crying?"

He cried louder.

Azra yanked off the long cloak she'd been wearing all day and tossed it aside, pacing the house like she was trying to figure out how to silence the tiny, screaming creature she absolutely did not want to raise.

Then she casually pulled a dagger out of her boot.

Malvin's eyes widened in horror.

The kid had no deathmark.

In this world, existing without a deathmark was like going to war with a wet paper for a bulletproof. Zero protection.

Killing him would be as easy as chopping a chicken. She could just tell headquarters the abomination didn't survive the reaper realm.

Malvin's tiny heart pounded hard in his chest, and for some reason, his body could sense the murderous intent exuding from Azra.

He was so helpless. He was a day old after all, so there was nothing he could do.

If he didn't want to piss off this lady, and otherwise end up with a cold dagger shoved so far down his ass, he had to keep quiet.

Like a switched-off TV, he immediately seized crying, silence filling the room.

Azra starred at him in confusion. This tiny creature really was a strange one.

She sighed, putting her dagger back and having second thoughts.

She could kill him and literally get away with it.

But what if the Trinity Sisters were right. Maybe he was a weapon they desperately needed.

With a groan, she floated down to sit on the couch beside him.

Guess l should see if the brat is worth keeping! She muttered, resigning to the comfort of the couch.

That's when Malvin finally noticed her face—the one she'd kept hidden under her cloak ever since that court hall… or whatever hellhole it had been.

She wasn't bad-looking at all. Honestly, he'd expected another skeletal reaper like Albiel, his "father."

But Azra looked completely human—maybe even better than most humans.

Her features weren't on Rita's level, but she had smooth skin, jade-green eyes, and long fiery-orange hair tied into twin ponytails.

A sprinkle of freckles was splashed on her nose enough to add more allure to her appearance.

Taller than Rita too, around 5'8, with a body that definitely didn't belong to some undead grim reaper. D-cup breasts, a slim waist, and the toned build of a female athlete.

Malvin's eyes drifted right back to her chest.

Goddamn. Now that he thought about it—where was he supposed to get milk?

Was she seriously about to breastfeed him with those huge titties?

His heart, which had been twisted up in pain and anxiety since his reincarnation, suddenly fluttered with a stupid burst of joy as he stared at the bouncing pair in front of him—that he desperately wanted to drink milk from.

Azra paused and exhaled sharply.

"Oh, Father Death… am I really going to raise this weapon?"

Weapon? Malvin twitched his tiny baby brows.

I'm a person! A baby person! Stop calling me a weapon, woman!

Suddenly she perked up.

"Oh! I get it. If I feed it, it wont annoy me by crying nonstop."

YES, FEED ME, YOU BEAUTIFUL A****N! I WILL BE THE QUIETEST BABY IN EXISTENCE.

He started salivating.

Azra unbuttoned her white shirt and shrugged it off, leaving only a tight bustier struggling to contain her massive breasts.

Then she unbuckled her belt and slid off her trousers.

Malvin's newborn heart nearly exploded with anticipation. He was literally the first baby pervert in history!

She's taking off the pants too?! Hey, hey, hey—this is VERY advanced breastfeeding but I'm not complaining!

Standing there in a bustier and lace panties, she looked down at him.

"I guess I should give you a name before you eat."

Whatever woman. Just hurry up and feed me!

Hands on hips, she began thinking.

"You're a halfbreed. And too tiny for a normal reaper child. How about… Halfbread?"

HALFBREAD??

If he could've spoken, the whole house would've heard him.

"Nah… that name's too good for an abomination like you."

TOO GOOD?!

"What if… hmm… I'm Azra… You're a halfbreed… Ha + zra… Hazra!"

Ma'am. That sounds like a knockoff detergent brand.

Azra smiled proudly.

"Has a nice ring to it. Maybe with a 'd' at the end. Hazrad. Yes. From now on, you're Hazrad!"

Hazrad, huh?

Weird, but better than Halfbread.

Fine. New life, new name. Now breastfeed me, bitch.

Azra scooped him up with one hand and headed to a room at the back, opening the door.

His excitement instantly died.

The walls rumbled with low growls.

"Hi, guys," Azra said casually.

Hazrad's soul nearly left his body.

Two giant Cerberus dogs, each as big as a cow glared at him. Six eyes per dog. Three heads per beast. Thirty razor-toothed reasons to stay quiet.

If they ate him, not even his bones would remain.

"This little fella's hungry," Azra said, smiling at the female Cerberus. "Mind giving him some milk?"

The beast had just given birth to a ceberus pup.

It stared at Hazrad like he was a snack… and then lowered itself.

Azra crouched and shoved one of its tits straight into Hazrad's mouth.

NO. NO. NO. I DON'T WANT DOG MILK! I WANTED YOURS!

But hunger was stronger than pride.

He drank.

Azra stood there in her underwear with folded arms below her heavy breasts, while the Cerberus puppy suckled milk beside Hazrad like it was racing him.

The milk was surprisingly sweet. Hazrad's body relaxed.

He drank until he dozed off with a full stomach.

But late that night, he woke up.

Something cold hovered over his face.

He opened his eyes—

A sword was pointed directly at him.

The person holding it wore a mask, dressed entirely in black like a silent assassin.

"Sorry kid. Orders are orders. An abomination can't live to see another day!"

TBC

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