I Screwed the Novel's Plot

<strong>*** SOL 544 -- 26th November</strong>

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I thought this was just a dream and I naively believed that everything would return to normal when I woke up. But, it remained the same. My vision was still blurred and all that entered my ears were buzzing sounds.

No matter how hard I tried to calm my head, it was just… no use. My rationale refused to accept what happened and all that came out of my mouth was a baby crying loudly.

"Is there something wrong?"

"We-we don't know. The Prince keeps crying."

"Give him to me."

I felt like my body was being lifted and handed over to someone else. A warm sensation swept over my body as I was being held.

Heartbeats entered my ears. Strangely, my anger started to dissipate after listening to it. I no longer shouted like crazy and somehow felt cathartic.

Something like a round shape was placed on my lips and liquid started flying into my mouth. I gulped it down, and now I couldn't stop sucking on it.

I didn't know what it was but my hunger lessened when I drank it. Likewise, I continued to sip it until my eyes felt heavy and drowsiness enveloped my body. Then, my memory ended there.

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<strong>*** SOL 545 -- 10th February</strong>

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I finally accepted my new life as an infant. Well, it was not as bad as I thought. I just had to cry when I was hungry or asked them to change my pants when they were wet with my pee or you-know-what. Since I had nothing to do I spent most of my time sleeping throughout the day.

Over time, I was able to move my head to the left or right while lying on my back. I could also flex both my hands and feet. Even though they were just simple moves, somehow I was quite happy. The fact that there were improvements meant I wouldn't be living as an infant forever. Everything seemed fine so far, but... now...

'I'm. Fucked. Up.'

I didn't know how many days had passed but my eyesight improved. I didn't mean to dislike or I was ungrateful for it, it was just... too... much...

I was stupefied by the object that was settled at the entrance of my mouth. It was breast! A freaking nipple! I hastily turned my head away from it! For God's sake! It was even the first time I had ever seen 'real' breasts with my own two eyes!

"What's wrong my dear?"

The woman pushed her nipple into my mouth again. I tried to dodge it by jerking my head and squirming. No! No! NO! Get that away from me! It scared me!

"Weren't you hungry? You cried before."

Please, stop shoving your nipple at me! I did cry but I was no longer hungry, so please move your nipple away!

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She kept on poking her nipple which I kept rejecting. But somehow, I was amazed by this woman's patience. Yes, the woman who had been holding me since morning, since I refused to drink her milk. Suddenly, she stroked my face and spoke in a sad tone.

"What's wrong? Why won't you drink my milk?"

Well, it hadn't been half a day yet, but here I felt like dying. Thanks to that I declined to be breastfed and now I was starving. I had no energy to wriggle my body, I felt lifeless.

The dizziness began to devour my sight. This damn vulnerable body. Just–let's change our mindset. I did accept my life in this infant's body but–

'What's next? What's my goal? I need a purpose to move on with my life.'

Honestly, I didn't know why God transferred my soul to this infant. Well, there might be a reason or–did God fulfill my dying wish and give me a second chance? If this was my other opportunity, shouldn't I be enjoying my life this time?

'That's right! To hell with studying To hell with work! I will do whatever I want to do this time! I will live freely and be happy!'

I hurriedly gobbled the nipple that was not far away from me. Sobs entered my ears as I drank her milk. I looked up and saw the woman who was breastfeeding me crying.

'Why is she crying?'

Not only that, but now she was hugging me tightly. What was wrong with–she kissed my forehead.

"Please, don't do that again."

Her tears fell on my cheek. She kissed my forehead once again.

"You scared me."

'I'm sorry ma'am, although I can hear your voice, I don't understand the language you speak.'

Could she be sad because I refused to drink her milk? Or was it something else? I raised my right hand and touched the woman's cheeks then wiped her tears. I didn't know what made her unhappy, but please don't cry.

Upon feeling my stroke the woman shrieked even louder. Err, did I do something wrong? Did I accidentally poke her eyes with my finger?

She breathed a sigh of relief and not long after both of the corners of her lips lifted, she smiled. For some reason, her smile looked so bright. She held my hand and kissed it.

"Are you worried because your mother is crying?"

And our eyes met. Come to think of it, this was my first time seeing her properly. She looked like a woman who came out of a painting.

Her pale flawless white skin combined with her beautiful wavy blonde hair. She had beautiful cyan colored-eyed with thick and long eyelashes that surrounded them.

A V-shaped face, a bridged nose, and plumped peachy lips. Overall, her beauty was ethereal. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

"Oh, my dear Damian, I love you."

Then she pecked my cheek.

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<strong>*** SOL 545, 6th March</strong>

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Life was like an onion. You peel it off one layer at a time and sometimes you weep. But for me instead of weeping, I got headaches! God! Just... when the hell would all of these nonsensical things stop?!

Started from being transported into an infant's body, and now--every time my eyes improved I saw new truths unfold just like peeling an onion.

Now that I could see quite far, only then did I notice a lot of strange things. Like, why was the beautiful woman dressed in a fancy gown?

And why were the women beside her wearing maid costumes? Oh, there were also people clothed in armor. Well, they had indeed reminded me of those cosplayers.

Wrinkles appeared on my forehead. But, why were they cosplaying the whole day long? My eyes swept across the room and my heart beat rapidly.

Goosebumps flooded my body. What was with the architecture of this room? It was not like the design of this room was ugly, actually, it was the opposite.

The room layout gave off a strong royalty castle vibe. It was luxurious and majestic! Wait--this wasn't the time to be amazed by the construction of the room.

I should have realized when I saw that ethereal beautiful woman at that time, that out-worldly beauty was not something that originally came from my previous world. Urg, my head!

I closed my eyes tightly. Let's just sleep. Let's not think about this. These manifestations were not something that my logic could digest.

'I don't give a damn about this ludicrous event anymore!'