I wasn't exactly the shining star of society.
You know that one guy who reads porn magazines in public like they're the morning paper? Yeah, that was me. A twenty-three-year-old business student, repeating for the third time now, like the lifelong loser I was.
I wasn't dumb, per se. Just… distracted. Seeing girls in cute, short skirts always gave me an instant nosebleed.
Business lectures, on the other hand, put me to sleep faster than a lullaby and even my professors gave up on me faster than my parents did.
Still, even with a boring, pathetic life, I had this dream. A stupid one, sure, but it was mine.
I wanted to open a café. Not just any café—the ultimate maid café. A paradise of frilly skirts, with me as the manager and head chef, while cute girls in maid outfits worked for me. A place where even perverts like me could feel like kings. I told the class about my dream once, and they laughed so hard the professor had to leave the room.
Whatever. I still believed in it. Even while scrubbing the floor at a 24/7 convenience store at 3 a.m., I imagined myself as the owner of my own place, surrounded by maids calling me "Master."
Pathetic, right?
But I held onto that dream. Even when I failed my finals—again. Even when I lived off expired instant noodles. Even when I sat alone at the train station, flipping through my porn mags with no shame. I still held onto it.
Then one day... after a tiresome shift at my side hustle, I walked off, hands in my pockets, minding my own business. I stopped at the robots, waiting for the green light to walk.
That's when I saw a cute girl walking into the road while the light was still red, wearing a tiny, sexy skirt that looked straight out of my favorite porn mag fantasies, busy glued to her phone.
So, naturally, I ran into the road to save her.
And naturally... I got hit by a truck.
Figures, huh?
I didn't see my life flash before my eyes. I just... blinked. Everything went dark. A second later, I squinted my eyes open, only to be met with a very pleasing sight.
Was l really that addicted to girls in maid outfits that even after being hit by a truck, all l could see were massive boobs contained beneath a black and white dress, hovering on my face?
Naturally, out of sheer curiosity (and maybe pervy instinct), I reached out and fondled the beautiful pair before me.
Squish... squish.
So soft. They felt real. Like this wasn't a dream.
Then came a moan as I gave them a tighter squeeze.
The hell?
I traced my eyes from the milk jugs up to a stunning face—silver hair tied in twin tails, and violet eyes staring down at me.
I blinked again, still gripping the boobs in disbelief.
Wait... is this real?
I jolted upright and scrambled back a bit, looking around. I was on a huge bed—definitely bigger than the single one I used to crash on. The room was massive and fancy, but all of that faded in comparison to the goddess standing before me.
Wait... did I just grope a goddess's breasts?
"Good morning, young master," she said, her voice soft and elegant as she gave a slight bow.
I blinked. Young Master?
I cleared my throat.
"Uh... Hi," I said with a nervous grin, trying to hide my confusion.
"Your bath is ready, Young Master. I'll prepare your clothes," she said, gesturing toward a steaming room nearby.
Alright... what the heck is going on?
I got off the bed, legs a little shaky. They felt... shorter than usual. I took a few steps and caught a glimpse of myself in a large mirror.
Then I screamed. Accidentally, of course.
She rushed to me instantly. "Are you still feeling unwell, Young Master? Please, don't push yourself. I'll carry you to the bath."
Before I could object, she scooped me up like I weighed nothing.
No surprise there. The person in the mirror wasn't the me I remembered. My hair was black and silky instead of the usual messy brown. I looked... kinda handsome, in a soft, princely way. But I was short—around 5'5"—and my frame looked like it had never even seen a gym.
Still... I felt fine. Almost too fine.
Then it hit me.
Could that truck have been....Truck-kun?.
Was I... reincarnated?
That explains it! Why else would someone call me "Young Master"? A loser like me? I must've reincarnated into the body of some noble boy. Probably a sickly one, judging by the way the maid told me not to overexert myself.
As she carried me to the bathroom, putting me down in this room with a large tub of steaming water, she did the unthinkable.
She started undressing me.
I choked on my own breath, desperately trying to cover myself.
"What's wrong, Master?" she asked, tilting her head with a look of concern. "You don't want to bathe with me today?"
Today!?
So she's used to bathing with the original owner of this body? Holy crap. Had the gods finally answered my prayers and blessed me with a life of beautiful maids I'd always wished for?
I had to play it cool. Couldn't risk being found out as some random guy who hijacked this body.
A smug grin tugged at my lips. "I'm fine. Don't worry about me. Go ahead and undress so we can bathe."
I swallowed hard wondering if she was going to do that.
And then... she began undressing without hesitation. One by one, she unbuttoned the back of her dress and let it fall to the floor gracefully.
I gulped again. Harder.
She stood there in just a delicate black lace, her curves framed perfectly by the lingerie that clung lovingly to her body, as if it were crafted just to tempt me. I couldn't tear my eyes away. She was a living fantasy made flesh. I kept staring, everything feeling so unreal.
A woman, almost naked was right in front of me? Not in some porn magazine?
Just thinking about it made my blood rush faster than usual through my veins.
"Master! What happened to you today? You've—" the maid's voice that stopped mid-sentence jolted me out of my thoughts as her eyes dropped to my lower half.
Crap.
I had a hard-on already.
TBC