Huh? Where am I?
Kenji stirred, his vision slowly coming into focus. The first thing he saw was a girl's face, beautiful, with soft features and a gentle, almost otherworldly smile.
She looked down at him, her eyes warm.
"Charles, wake up, honey," she murmured, her voice as soothing as a lullaby.
Kenji's mind raced.
Charles? Why is she calling me Charles? Who the hell is she?
He glanced around, taking in his surroundings.
This isn't my apartment. Where am I? How did I get here? And why is this girl looking at me like that?
Before he could process anything else, the girl gently picked him up.
Eh!? How?! I'm an adult...how did she…
He caught a glimpse of his hand, small, delicate, nothing like his own.
Wait. Why are my hands so small?
Panic flickered inside him. Who is this woman? And what the hell happened to me?
He looked up again. The girl, no, the woman, was dressed in strange, elegant clothes. Silks and lace, something straight out of a historical drama or a fantasy novel.
A noblewoman's dress?
Kenji's eyes widened.
He watched as the beautiful woman in front of him began to unbutton her top, fingers moving with gentle purpose. He didn't know why, but he couldn't look away.
Her breasts were full, firm, and round, topped with small pink nipples. For a moment, Kenji's mind went blank.
"Charles~ time to breastfeed~," the woman cooed, her voice warm and sweet.
No way. I'm not a child!
He tried to resist, tried to pull away, but his body betrayed him. His lips moved on their own, latching onto her nipple. Warm milk filled his mouth, the sensation both weird and overwhelming. He could feel the softness of her breast against his cheek, the steady, soothing rhythm of her hand supporting him.
What the hell is happening?
He looked up at her. Her smile was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, lips full and naturally pink, flawless skin without a single wrinkle, long silky brown hair cascading over her shoulders.
His heart pounded. Confusion, awe, and a strange comfort tangled inside him.
Am I being reborn into this world? Is this really happening?
Kenji struggled to piece his memories together, desperate for any clue as to how he'd ended up here, in this body, in this woman's arms.
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"Kenji!"
Huh? What!?
"These files need to be fixed!" The lady manager glared at him, waving a thick stack of papers in front of his face.
Kenji blinked, barely processing her words.
"I did my job. I'm already overworked. That's not even my damn file!" He shot her a look.
"You dare question my authority, Kenji?"
He scoffed, "Isn't this Hateru's job? Look at the time, it's way past my shift. I should be home by now. Besides, you're not the one paying my salary, bitch."
She snapped, "I don't care! I want these files fixed within the hour, or the boss is going to hear about this!"
Fuck… Kenji slumped back into his chair, muttering under his breath, "Just you wait, bitch…" He yanked the file open, scanning through the messy paperwork. That dumbass Hateru, this is all wrong. Not to mention this section… How did he even get hired? Shit.
He glanced at the clock. Past 9 p.m.
If I was riding the train to go home, I'd just ditch this crap.
He worked, grumbling and cursing, fingers flying over the keyboard. In thirty minutes, it was done.
"I don't even know how Hateru screws up something this simple," he muttered, standing with a stretch.
What a mess.
Kenji grabbed the file, trudged to the manager's office, and knocked hard.
"Oi, here's the file. Go ahead and—"
The building trembled.
And...
Kenji's mind snapped.
He was back in the present, still suckling at this beautiful woman's breast.
Did I die? Was I reborn in this world? What kind of place is this?
He glanced up, watching the woman as she softly hummed, her eyes full of warmth. His heart thudded hard in his chest.
She's beautiful…
Knock, knock.
The sound at the door shattered the moment. The woman turned her head, her gentle smile never fading.
"Come in," she called, her voice soft, serene, and impossibly beautiful.
The door opened. Another girl entered. Pretty, but not nearly as breathtaking as the woman nursing him. She wore a maid's uniform, crisp and neat.
"Lady Francesca, Lord Ravien is calling for you," the maid announced, her tone respectful and precise.
Francesca… Kenji's mind latched onto the name. So that's her name. It fits, elegant, refined.
If she's a lady, and I'm being called 'Charles'… His thoughts raced.
Does that mean I've been reborn into a noble family?
( End Of Chapter )