What's It Like to Be Mistaken for Mom? [Western Fantasy]

In a small town in the western part of the continent lives a boy with pure white hair and golden eyes. After his father died when he was three, the little boy would often ask the neighbors, "Auntie, where is my mother?"

The neighbor would say, "Your mother has white hair just like yours. She's beautiful and gentle, and she wears a string of bells around her waist that make a clear, tinkling sound when she moves. She and your father both crossed the largest desert on the continent to get here."

At last, in the year before he came of age, the boy secretly left his hometown to search for his mother. He walked and walked for a very long time, until he met a white-haired woman who looked just like the description.

The boy ran over eagerly and grabbed the hem of her skirt. "Mom! Mom!"

The woman lowered her white hood, revealing a handsome face that belonged to a man. He looked amused and helpless. "I'm not your mother, little one."

The boy was dejected, but kept walking. He came across a gentle white-haired woman. Having learned his lesson, he approached cautiously this time. "E-excuse me, are you my mother?"

The gentle white-haired woman glanced at him, took a puff from her long pipe, and smiled as she shook her head. "I'm not your mother. I'm a spirit born of nature. Your mother lives in the forest to the east."

After thanking her, the boy continued on his way. At last, he spotted a peerless beauty with white hair and green eyes, a silver bell girded around her waist, standing atop the tallest tree in the forest. She held a longbow and pointed ahead, her face expressionless.

Could she be his mother? But she looked so fierce.

The boy tensed, hesitating to take a step...

[Question: As a handsome, dashing heartbreaker, how does it feel to be mistaken for someone's mother?]

[Feite Yisi: Thanks for asking. Well... the little one is pretty cute, just a bit poor... Ahem, I can't help wanting to be a dad who stays home with the kids.]

An unconventional Western fantasy, with technology, Eastern elements, and lots of other settings mixed in. A whole cartload of original worldbuilding.

Coming soon: "Everyone's Surviving on a Deserted Planet, and I Have Eight Tentacles!"

Cute, gluttonous little monster bottom * gentle human top who wants to be a mom

Kexixi takes a nap in the deep sea on Blue Star. When he wakes up, he's in an underground cave on a strange deserted planet, with a battered metal box in front of him making strange noises.

[Player Kexixi, welcome to the Endless Starry Sky. Now, please name your planet.]

[Name selected: Coral Ball.]

[Next, claim your starter pack. Explore your planet and do your best to survive!]

Kexixi looks at the pink bow-shaped gift box on the ground and smacks it open. A pack of compressed biscuits, a bottle of water, and a pickaxe appear on the ground.

He'd slept for so long, he was hungry.

He gobbles everything down in one go.

Later, after a kind player explains things, Kexixi finally learns that this is a cruel survival game. Food and water are precious, and players have to use the pickaxe provided by the System to dig through rock walls, find treasure chests and resources, build shelter, and survive.

But he'd already digested the pickaxe.

Kexixi frets, then tries smacking the rock wall with a tentacle.

Thump! Stone fragments fly, and a blue treasure chest falls right in front of him.

Kexixi picks it up in delight.

It turns out tentacles work better than pickaxes. Each smack breaks through a section of wall, and he's got eight of them!

Survival? Xixi's got this!

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Theme: Let others say what they will about right and wrong. I'll protect what I believe is right, and hold fast to my faith!