My cheeks flushed as I instinctively reached down to cover my boner.
I had no idea being seen naked could feel this humiliating. I quickly stepped into the large, soapy tub, the warmth of the water instantly relaxing my bones.
Then I heard the splash behind me.
The maid stepped in, quietly, gracefully, holding a sponge in her hand as she began to wash me from behind, her touch making my skin tingle.
I gulped—loudly.
She paused. "What is it, Master? Is the sponge too rough on your delicate skin?" she asked sweetly, tilting her head just enough that I could catch a glimpse of her face in my peripheral vision.
"Uh… yes—I mean, no!" I stammered, flustered.
She giggled. "Well… how about this?"
She reached for her soaked bra, and unclasped it, throwing the thing out of the bath, letting her jiggly, soft boobs press against my back. I could feel the little nubs of her nips poking my skin gently, making me squeeze my eyes shut, my breath hitching, my dick now getting painful from an erection.
Her arms wrapped around me, gentle yet firm, like she'd done this a thousand times before—and maybe she had, with whoever I reincarnated into. But I didn't care. Because this was happening to me now.
"You're so tense today, Master," she whispered teasingly into my ear. "Shall I wash you properly?"
I nodded almost too quickly.
That's when she let her hands move over my chest, slick with soap as I let out a noise—somewhere between a gasp and a moan. I didn't even try to hold it in. Why would I? This was the dream. My dream. And I had to savor every second.
I tilted my head, glancing over my shoulder to see her glorious breasts pressing against me.
Dear sweet hentai gods… they were magnificent.
Her hands moved lower now, down past where abs should be, teasing the edge of forbidden territory. I held my breath as she neared the spot no one had ever touched before. Her fingers brushed my dick just barely—then drifted lower, gliding down my thighs as she continued to "wash" me.
I nearly whimpered. I wanted this bath to last forever.
But just when I thought she'd go further—
"We're done bathing, Young Master," she said softly, pulling away. "Time to get dressed. Lord Darius is waiting for you in the dining hall."
Nooo. I didn't even get to see her take off her panties! Still… I'd seen boobs. Actual, real-life, bouncy, squishy boobs. The first ones I'd ever seen in 3D. And this had easily become the best bath of my life.
No complaints.
"Lucy!" I found myself muttering that name.
"Yes, Master." She responded.
I frowned slightly. I wasn't sure how I recognized that name—it just felt… familiar. Along with it came a rush of memories, flooding my mind all at once. Most were hazy and fragmented, but I could tell—they belonged to Taurus, the previous owner of this body.
"Um... would we bath together again tomorrow?" I asked.
Lucia leaned in closer and perked my nose slightly. "We always bath together, silly! You and l are inseparable!!"
She scooped me off the floor and carried me back to the room.
After she moisturized me thoroughly, the little guy hanging between my legs had finally calmed down. She helped me dress in a white, ruffled shirt with a low neckline, slim-fit navy trousers, glossy black shoes, and a long silver-embroidered coat.
I looked in the mirror.
I didn't just look noble.
I looked like a damn prince.
Lucy led me out of my room, down a corridor lined with finely painted walls. We passed several doors before arriving at the dining hall—neat, spacious, and a little too fancy for my taste.
Two people sat at the table, already halfway through their meal—a middle-aged man and a woman. The man was my father. He looked too much like me: same dark hair, same golden eyes. The woman, on the other hand, looked too young to be my mother, but she was one. Blonde shoulder-length hair, pale skin, and just the right amount of curves in all the right places.
Another man, slightly older, stood nearby serving the food. Silver hair, neatly combed beard, dressed in a crisp black and white uniform—had to be the butler.
Lucy pulled out a chair and gestured for me to sit. I did, a bit stiffly. I'd never sat at such a fancy table in my entire past life.
I cleared my throat. "Um… good morning."
My father, whom Lucy had referred to earlier as Lord Darius, raised an eyebrow. "It's almost evening, young man."
"Are you still feeling unwell, sweetie?" My mother asked gently.
"Uh… no, not really. I'm fine. Thanks," I replied.
I glanced at the food in front of me—an assortment of dishes I'd never seen before. I picked up the fork and knife and sliced into what looked like meat, then took a bite.
I nearly gagged.
Where was the seasoning? I dipped it into a nearby sauce, hoping for a miracle.
It tasted awfully worse.
Yet, I heard the sound of chewing beside me, followed by praise.
"Mr. Gray, you've really outdone yourself today," my father said, chewing happily.
"It's delicious," my mother added.
I stared at them. Was something wrong with my taste buds, or were these people just used to eating mediocre food?
In my past life, I was never a chef. I failed in business, too. But during my time scrubbing the floors of a fast-food stall, the owner sometimes let me cook—and even then, my food had flavor. This… was nothing.
Still, I ate in silence. I was starving. When I finished, they did too.
Lord Darius placed down his utensils and let out a long sigh. "My son, it brings me joy to see you healthy again. As the only heir of House Felton, and now fifteen, you are considered an adult in this kingdom. You are of age to marry, lead, and carry the family name."
Fifteen? That's adult here?
"Your mother and I have grown tired. We've spent our lives trying to keep this family afloat. And now, we're leaving it all to you. Do you accept the position as head of House Felton?"
I stared. Shocked. Confused.
I'd barely figured out which fork to use and they wanted me to rule a noble house?
Still, a small spark lit in my chest. This was power. This was freedom. With me as head… this entire mansion—including every maid in it—would be mine.
"Very well, Father. I accept."
His face lit up. He pulled a document from his coat, barked an order at the butler, and I was handed an ink box. I dipped my fingers in and pressed them to the paper, sealing my fate.
My mother stood from her chair and came over to me, kissing my forehead. "Thank you, darling. Good luck."
She turned to my father.
"We can finally breathe, love."
"Yes!" he laughed, giddy. "Maids, pack our things!"
A carriage was already outside.
In a matter of minutes—they were gone.
Just like that.
I sat frozen. Silent.
"Why… the rush?" I asked Lucy, still standing beside me.
She leaned close, whispering.
"They waited for you to recover. So they could dump all of House Felton's debts and problems on you."
My chest tightened. "What?"
"House Felton has owed the Noble Table for twenty years. Your parents were ready to hand it all over the moment you came of age."
I stared blankly. "So… they literally gave birth to me just to saddle me with their problems the moment I turned fifteen?"
She nodded solemnly.
Unbelievable.
What pathetic parents.
So I've reincarnated… into the body of a broke, abandoned noble brat with the weight of twenty years of debt on my shoulders.
No matter.
Let's see just how deep this rabbit hole goes.
TBC