Reincarnated Into a Monster Harem Fantasy?

It's been eleven years since I met Victoria, which makes me 16 now—an adult in this world.

Honestly, those years were mostly uneventful, except for when Victoria would come over.

We've become best friends, and her shy self hasn't been seen since the day we first met.

Victoria's confidence has blossomed, and she now carries herself with an assured grace that I find admirable. As for me, I've grown a lot,

I mean a lot. I'm now taller than Dad, standing at 6'5", which is just crazy. My baby fat is long gone, and with it, my "cute" look has vanished as well.

Now, I'm just straight-up beautiful. My long white hair cascades down my muscular back, contrasting perfectly with my crystal blue eyes and sun-kissed caramel skin.

My face resembles Mom's a lot, but with a fiercer edge—sharp eyebrows and chiseled cheekbones that give me an intense, striking look.

Mom always tells me that my gaze can cut through stone, and I think she's right.

But that's not even what I'm most proud of. I've actually developed some curves. My boobs have definitely grown—they're now at a modest C-cup, which I'm perfectly fine with since I've never wanted anything too big.

Then there's my butt—it's my pride and joy, the perfect mix of athletic firmness and roundness. Whenever I look at myself in the mirror, I can't help but feel proud of how I've shaped my body through training.

Lastly, there's the elephant in the room: my... well, you know, my dick. When soft, it's around five inches long, but at full strength, it reaches a modest eight inches. I can't lie, I'm pretty proud of that too.

I've also realized that since becoming a futa, my libido is quite high. Let's just say I've had to relieve myself more times than I care to admit.

It's something I'm trying to keep under control, especially since Mom's training leaves me too exhausted most days to think about anything else.

Enough about my body. What have I done over the years? Well, I started training under Mom when I turned nine. She was ecstatic—it was the happiest I'd seen her in a long time.

She didn't even let me train with a weapon until I was twelve because she said, "You need to be able to kill a man with your fists before you touch a weapon."

It was a bit much, but it made sense in its own way. Mom always said that understanding your body, knowing your strength, and honing your instincts are crucial before relying on any weapon.

All that training gave me a rock-hard six-pack and some impressive biceps. I've really embraced the tomboy look—one might even say I'm the ultimate tomboy.

And honestly, I love it. There's something satisfying about being able to kick ass while looking damn good doing it. My training wasn't just about fighting either—Mom made sure I could hunt, navigate the wilds, and survive on my own.

She said that an Amazon has to be capable of thriving in any environment, no matter how harsh. I guess you could say she was molding me into her image.

When I turned twelve, Mom asked me what weapon I wanted to learn. I tried out a bunch, but I ended up following in her footsteps, choosing the sword.

I specifically fell in love with the greatsword, though I also enjoy using a longsword. There's something about wielding a massive blade that just feels right. The weight of the greatsword in my hands, the feeling of power when I swing it—it's like an extension of my own body. It feels natural, almost like I was meant for it.

As for magic... Well, I kind of gave up on it. Not entirely—I still absorb mana regularly to strengthen myself and replenish my energy faster.

I use mana in a way that complements my physical abilities, enhancing my endurance and helping me heal faster. But learning spells and incantations, not to mention the complexity of spell circles, just felt tedious.

Once I started wielding a sword, feeling the wind rush past me as I slashed at an opponent, it was too intoxicating to give up for the slow, methodical climb in magical power.

That decision initially threw Dad into a bit of a depression, but he perked right up when Victoria asked him to become her master.

I mean, the only archmage in the kingdom has to be a great teacher for an aspiring mage

Whenever Victoria learns something new, she comes back with that excited glint in her eye, and I can never say no to her when she wants to share it with me.

She gets so animated, practically bouncing on her feet while explaining the intricacies of some new spell she's learned, and her enthusiasm is contagious. Even though I don't care for magic, I love seeing her so happy.

Which brings me to the present—right now, I'm mid-swing, clashing blades with my mother, both of us relying on brute strength as we train in the knights' training grounds.

The clang of steel echoes in the air, and the other knights who are training nearby can't help but glance our way. It's not every day they see the Duchess of Valor herself sparring with her daughter, after all.

"I don't think I can call you my little baby anymore. That swing of yours is quite powerful now," Mother said, easily deflecting my blade and forcing its tip into the ground.

But I didn't stop. Using the momentum, I flipped over the hilt of the sword, ripping it out of the ground and bringing it down in a powerful overhead slash aimed straight for Mother's head. My muscles burned with exertion, but the thrill of the fight kept me going.

In the nick of time, she blocked it, stopping my attack, but I could feel her starting to get overpowered. I grinned, knowing I was pushing her limits.

"What do you mean, 'quite powerful'? Looks like I'm overpowering you right now," I said, my voice carrying a competitive edge. The tension in my muscles screamed, but I held my ground, determination etched across my face.

"Haha, I'm proud of you, my daughter," Mother said, her voice filled with excitement. "It looks like it's time I stop going easy on you. You've finally become a true adult. Let me show you what real overpowering feels like."

There was a dangerous glint in her eyes as she thrust her blade, pushing mine away, and immediately created ten feet of distance between us. Her movements were fluid, almost too fast to follow, and I felt my heartbeat quicken.

"I'll give you a taste of the true power a bond can bring," she said.

Right after she said that, her features began to change. Dark crimson scales appeared out of nowhere, covering her forearms and transforming her hands into what looked like draconic gauntlets.

Two black horns sprouted from her temples, curving upwards, while the scales also enveloped her feet, forming armored boots. Her muscles noticeably grew as well, her already impressive physique becoming even more formidable.

Oh, crap. I think I've awakened the beast, I thought, seeing the transformation.

"ALRIGHT, DAUGHTER, I'M COMING!" she shouted, her voice a booming roar that made my heart skip a beat.

Mother rushed at me, her speed barely perceptible as she appeared right at my side.

Wha—?!

She struck at me, and I barely managed to bring my sword up to cover my flank. The impact nearly shattered my blade, the force of her strength almost too much to handle. My feet skidded across the dirt, and I struggled to keep my balance.

Fast and strong. Oh, I'm so screwed.

I barely had time to react before she was upon me again, her strikes relentless, her movements swift and precise.

Each clash of our blades reverberated through my bones, my muscles straining under the force of her attacks. Sweat poured down my face, and my arms ached

"Goodnight, daughter," was the last thing I heard before I felt the hilt of her sword strike my neck, and everything went black.

—---

"Urgh, fuck, that hurt," I groaned, blinking my eyes open as I realized how utterly I'd been destroyed. The sky above was a clear blue, the sun shining down on me, and I could hear the distant clamor of the training grounds. My head throbbed, and I winced as I tried to sit up.

"You know, you really shouldn't have gotten so confident. You knew I was holding back, and you understand what bonding does,"

Mother said, her tone a mix of reprimand and amusement as she stood over me, her features back to normal. She held out a hand, and I grabbed it, allowing her to pull me to my feet.

"Well, I've never actually seen anyone use their bonded power before... I guess I forgot," I admitted, feeling embarrassed by my critical oversight.

The power she'd just displayed was on another level, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of awe and frustration. I wanted that kind of power too.

"Well, it's about time you truly start learning about bonding now that you're a full-fledged adult," Mother said, giving me a serious look. Her eyes softened, and she brushed a strand of hair away from my face, her expression almost tender.

"Mother, am I about to get the talk?" I asked, teasing her. "Because, sorry, but my previous parents beat you to it about sixteen years ago."

"Don't be an idiot. This talk is going to be a lot different," she said, shaking her head, though I could see the hint of a smile tugging at her lips. "Now get up—we're going to the bath. It's time we talk about your future."

"A bath?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Why do we need a bath for a talk?"

"Because," she said, her voice firm, "you need to relax, and I need to make sure you're paying attention. Besides, you stink after that beating."

I snorted, shaking my head as I followed her. "Fine, but don't think you're off the hook for knocking me out like that. I'm going to get you back one of these days."

She laughed, the sound echoing through the training grounds. "I look forward to it, my daughter. Now, come on."