What Do You Mean There Are Other Transmigrators In My Harem Fantasy?

Today is shaping up to be the best day ever.

I got to eat a bunch of sweets and mother even brought back an oven that both of us could use to make even more sweets with, nothing could get better than this~

Even the sudden increase in my training intensity was a positive one as I found out I could actually complete the exercises. Sure, I was a mess and I pretty much blacked out at the end, but I still managed to complete regardless.

The fact that mother promised to make even more sweets tomorrow had nothing to do with my good mood of course.

I even let her cuddle me to sleep and called her ‘mommy’ without much complaint.

It was quite deep into the night when I woke up unexpectedly.

This wouldn’t be the first time I woke up in the middle of the night but I had fully expected myself to sleep until morning considering how worn out I was from the training today.

That was not the most surprising thing though, because I realised I was alone on the bed.

Looking around the room, I realised the light enchanted Magic Crystal inside the bathroom was activated, part of the light peeking through the door that was left ajar.

Muffled sounds of crying seem to be emanating from inside, suggesting that might have been what woke me up in the first place.

Was mother crying? Why?

I got curious and crawled out of bed, trying my best to sneak towards the door as quietly as I could.

Reaching it, I peered through the gap between the doorframe and the door, trying to see what was happening inside.

What I saw almost made me gasp out in surprise but I managed to bite my hand in time to keep quiet.

There, sitting at the edge of the bath closer to the wall and without a shred of cloth on her was the woman who had brought me to this world in the form of an egg.

Her legs were spread wide apart while she leaned her back against the wall, the fingers on her right hand thrusting in and out of her dripping honey pot while her left hand was busy groping her own chest.

Mother was masturbating inside our bathroom in the middle of the night.

I knew mother was an attractive woman even though I’ve yet to meet any other woman in this new World. If someone like her were to walk down the streets in my old world, all heads would turn just to watch her pass.

I understood that a woman has her needs as well and without a man in the house, she has to look for ways to please herself. Now that I’m here, she would need to find more convenient times to satisfy herself.

And now, she’s making such lewd sounds while her fingers plunged in and out of her pussy inside our bathroom.

I couldn’t help but watch, enthralled at the sight. My body might not feel anything from this but my mind was able to comprehend the scene in front of me.

This was art.

I watched as her legs lifted themselves up into an ‘M’ shape, her hips thrusting out to give herself a better angle while her index and middle finger slid in and out of her.

Her muffled moans that I had initially mistaken from crying escaped from her lips that she was trying desperately to keep shut.

She brought the fingers on her left hand towards her mouth and sucked on it, making sure the entire length was coated with her saliva before she switched out the hand that she was using to plunge into her pussy.

Conversely, the hand that was dripping wet with her own juices was brought up to her mouth, her tongue darting out to taste her own juices like it was the best delicacy she had ever tasted.

Her moans echoed out before she could stop herself, the pleasure overriding her own desire to keep herself quiet.

My sight was glued to her honeypot as she pulled out her fingers to rub against her clit, her tempo starting out slow at first before it crescendoed into a furious speed, causing her to moan even louder.

Her fingers then disappeared into her pussy again, thrusting themselves with the same ferocity as before.

She was now biting down on her finger to keep herself quiet and I could tell from the way she was bucking her hips and how her head was thrown back that she was most likely going to cum soon.

It didn’t take long before she had let out a cry of pleasure, her hand tearing itself away from her pussy to hold herself steady while she orgasmed.

From where I was, I was treated to an unobstructed view of her bare, clean shaven pussy that was quivering visibly as she came, her entire body rocking along to ride out the orgasm.

It was a good long minute before she finally stopped spasming, settling down on the edge of the bath while her breath came in loud gasps, her hair draping down to cover part of her face.

She let out a soft groan as she sat herself up, picking up a towel she had left at the side to start cleaning up herself.

The sight of her melons jiggling when she wiped them with the towel was tantalising in and of itself.

With a heart full of regret, I had to pull myself away from the door and sneak back into the bed, trying to act like I hadn’t just caught her pleasuring herself inside the bathroom.

I heard the sound of water running and shutting off before she reappeared in the doorway, not a single strand of hair dishevelled or out of place.

You would have thought she simply went in there to wash her hands.

I tried my best to pretend to be asleep as I felt her slip into the bed again, still naked. Now I kind of regret laying down facing the bathroom since that meant she was laying down right in front of me too.

The hands that she had been using to touch herself were now wrapped around me, pulling me towards her in a tight embrace.

That caused my face to be pushed up against one of her boobs, her still erect nipple pressing itself against my face to let me know she was still not fully satisfied despite her time in the bathroom.

“My sweet, sweet child~” I heard her whisper before she buried her head into my hair, planting a kiss at the top of my head.

I stayed absolutely still, not like I could move anyway when she had me wrapped up with her arms and legs like a cocoon.

Well… At least it’s comfortable…

As long as I stop thinking about the sight of her fingers pushing in and out of her womanhood…

*

I woke up the next morning to find mother acting the same as before, maybe with a tad more enthusiasm than normal with how much she was fawning over me.

That could be explained away by the fact that she had been away for almost a week so she just wants to spend more time with me.

It was a little problematic for me since every time she hugs me, I get reminded of what I saw in the bathroom last night.

Oh well… I guess I’ll get used to it eventually.

In the meantime, training proceeded as per normal and I passed out again after completing the physical exercises.

Mother revived me by bringing out cupcakes that I finished up ravenously, they were even made with different flavours too!

A change in our schedule came in the form of our afternoon lessons where several Mana Crystals were placed in front of me instead.

“Ufufufu~ It’s time for magic lessons my dearest~” Mother giggled, though she continued to hug me from behind.

I tried to take my mind off the heavy objects being pushed against the back of my head to focus on the Crystals in front of me instead.

“What do I do, mot… Er… Mommy?”

“Ufufufu~ Call me mommy again and I’ll tell~”

She’s enjoying this way too much…

“Mommy…”

“Ahhhnn~ My child is really the cutest! Ufufufu~ For now, we will simply concentrate on manipulating the mana within the Mana Crystals themselves.”

I looked up, “Does that mean I don’t change them into other elements?”

She shook her head, “We could do that if my child is intending to only specialise in one particular study of magic. But I believe that is not what my little one wants, yes?”

I shook my head to confirm her thoughts.

“Ufufufu~ In that case, we will simply work on my sweet child’s mana management! With this, any magic you decide to learn down the road will be supplemented with this skill! It will also make it easier for my little one to sense, control and manipulate your mana once it forms, making it easier to learn other forms of magic!”

I remember seeing ‘Mana Management’ as one of the choices I could buy in the character creation sheet, but I had chosen not to buy it since I felt it would be something I would practice anyway while I was learning other magic. That allowed me to spend the points elsewhere instead.

Looks like I was right in not choosing to take it.

“Do you think I can learn this before my first birthday?” I asked.

She gave me a genuine smile, “I have no doubt about it my child. Mother shall make sure of it!”

That’s great, hopefully I get a magic skill once my birthday comes along and I can start training it!