Demonic Witches Harem: Having Descendants Make Me Overpowered!

Five years had passed since the poisoning incident, and now Claude was a ten-year-old boy, the object of admiration for all the girls in town. 

His handsome face and calm demeanor caught the attention of everyone around him, but for Claude, none of that mattered.

As an ex-25-year-old otaku, his interest in children was nonexistent. His focus was squarely on their mothers.

"Claude will play as my husband!" 

Olivia, a fiery redhead with twin pigtails, tugged at his left arm, pulling him closer to her side. Her enthusiasm was impossible to ignore.

"No! He promised to be my brother this time!" 

Aurelia, a blonde with a short bob and sharp blue eyes, pulled on his other arm. Determination etched across her face as she tried to claim his attention.

Claude inwardly groaned, his frustration masked by the calm expression he had perfected over the years. 

'Seriously, kids? I don't want to be your toy. I want your mom's boy toy!'

They were sitting on a red picnic blanket under the soft shade of spring trees, as pink petals floated down around them in the cool breeze. 

The weather was perfect for a picnic, but all Claude could think about was how to escape this childish drama.

"Oh my, don't fight like that, girls," came a soft, soothing voice. 

Sophia, Olivia's mother, walked over with a tray in hand. As she knelt down beside them, Claude's eyes couldn't help but catch sight of her ample chest. 

It jiggled ever so slightly, and he almost groaned out loud. 

'Damn, those tits are still one of the best in the village,' he thought, shifting his gaze before anyone could notice. 

'But I can't afford to touch it anymore. The last thing I need is to get labeled as a pervert.' 

"But I want to play with the boys," Claude said in a sweet, innocent tone, hiding his exasperation behind a fake smile.

The girls gasped, visibly upset by his words. Their expressions wilted, and Claude almost felt bad—almost.

Aurelia tugged at his shirt gently, her blue eyes shimmering with sadness. "Claude brother, what do boys usually play? I still want to play with you."

Her puppy-dog eyes were lost on him. 'Unless you're a grown woman with curves and a husband or woman in mid twenties with big tits, I'm not interested, kid.'

He sighed, trying to think back to his own childhood. "We usually spar with swords, play ball, or go on adventures in the forest."

Truthfully, he barely remembered what boys did for fun at that age, but it seemed like a safe answer. 

The real problem was that, in this small town, Claude was the only boy his age. The others were either toddlers or teenagers.

Olivia perked up, her mischievous grin returning. "Why don't we play hide and seek in the forest nearby?" she suggested, eyes sparkling with excitement and trouble.

Claude raised an eyebrow. Olivia always had that glint in her eye, as if she was plotting something. 

Even with his older mind, sometimes he couldn't figure out what the hell this girl was up to.

Sophia gave a light warning, her voice gentle but firm. "You can play there, but don't go too far into the forest, alright?"

"There are daimons in those woods." 

She added a playful spookiness to her voice, causing both girls to shudder and hugged Claude. 

He sighed, resigned to his fate. 'Guess I'll have to go along. If they start crying, it's going to be a headache.'

With a deep breath, he stood up, brushing off his pants before following the two girls into the forest nearby. 

Daimons were neutral spirits—neither good nor evil.

They usually left humans alone but could eat animal or human meat if desperate. Despite this, they were generally calm and avoided people.

The real threat was the cacodemons, dark creatures that actively harmed humans. With their dark affinity, they were a menace.

Claude, however, believed they were safe since cacodemons stayed deep in the forest.

"Hm… Aurelia, you'll be the daimons!" Olivia declared, pointing at the younger girl.

In this world version of hide and seek, being daimons means the kid needs to count until twenty or more while the rest would hide. 

Aurelia's eyes widened in protest. "That's not fair! I'm smaller and slower! It'll be impossible to catch anyone!" Tears started forming in her eyes. "And—and what if there are real daimons?"

"Stop being a crybaby!" Olivia crossed her arms. "There are no daimons here. Adults just say that to scare us. Now stop whining and start counting!"

Before Aurelia could argue more, Olivia grabbed Claude's hand and dragged him into the woods.

"Come on, Claude. Let's hide!"

Claude sighed, letting himself be pulled along. 

Once they were far enough into the woods, Olivia slowed her pace and clung to Claude's arm.

Her bright red hair bounced slightly as she tilted her head up, looking at him with a mischievous grin.

"Hey, Claude," she whispered, her voice dropping into a playful lilt.

"You know I like you, right? Why don't we date?" Her grin widened, her cheeks dusted pink.

Claude raised an eyebrow, his mind momentarily blank. 'Is this what kids are like these days? Seriously? They're growing up way too fast.'

He glanced down at her, his tone half-serious, half-amused. "Do you even know what dating means?"

"Of course I do!" she said proudly, puffing out her chest. "It's when you hold hands, walk through romantic places, and say lovey-dovey stuff to each other."

Her face turned a deeper shade of red as she leaned closer, cupping a hand to his ear. "And maybe… we can kiss and make a baby!"

Claude stopped in his tracks, his expression frozen in disbelief.

"Huh?!" he blurted out, looking at her as if she'd just sprouted another head.

"Do you even know how to make a baby?"

"Obviously!" she declared, her tone as confident as ever.

"My mom said you do it while kissing! Then your stomach gets big, and the baby comes out like... a big poop!"

Claude blinked, utterly flabbergasted. Then, as her innocent words sank in, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

'At least this redheaded brat is still a child at heart,' he thought.

Her cheerful demeanor and innocence reminded him of his niece from his previous life, who had been just as bold and full of energy.

He couldn't resist the wave of nostalgia that hit him. A playful smirk tugged at his lips as he reached out and pinched Olivia's soft cheek.

"Ugh! Stop it!" she yelped, flailing her hands in protest.

"Mom said if you pinch my cheeks too much, they'll get saggy, and I'll look like an old lady!" She swatted at his hand, her face puffed up in mock anger.

Before he could respond, a scream broke through the woods.

"HELP MEEEE!"

"That's Aurelia!" Claude grabbed Olivia's hand and ran toward the voice.

"Ugh, she probably saw a bug," Olivia muttered, trying to pull back.

But as they approached, growls echoed through the trees. When they arrived, Aurelia was cornered by massive wolves. 

Their fur was black with purple streaks, their red eyes glowing, and a dark aura surrounded them.

"It's cacodemons," Claude muttered, as both children hid behind the tree.