"What, the actual fuck!?"
Before Roy could stand up or make sense of anything, a firm knock echoed at the door.
"Young Master, may I enter?" The voice was calm and smooth, with an alluring velvety feel to it that so vividly registered in Roy's foggy mind.
'Young Master?' The words ignited a spark in his mind that immediately became an explosion! There was only one simple explanation for the situation he found himself in.
'Is this what I think it is? Transmigration!?'
It had to be. The very thought of it sent his mind into a spiral! How lucky could he be!
No more loser Roy—now he was some privileged prick in a fantasy world, ripe for all the conquests he'd jerked off to in those isekai stories.
His dragon twitched at the thought, already half-hard from the morning wood. "Come in!" he called a little too eagerly, and of course, he realised that his voice sounded deeper and smoother than before.
The door immediately swung open, and a beautiful young lady in a maid's uniform stepped in.
'Hoo-ly fuck!'
Roy's jaw slackened as he propped himself up on the bed on his palms, his eyes lecherously devouring the girl's form from head to toe.
She carried a tray with a pitcher, but it was her beauty that made his pulse hammer like a drum!
If Megan were a star in the sky, this maid was the sun itself! Any model, actress, or celebrity he had previously fapped to simply could not compare.
'She... she is a goddess.'
Roy's mind tunnel-visioned on that singular thought. Her proportions and looks were simply too perfect to be called anything else.
The maid's uniform she had on hugged her lithe body sensually, highlighting her curves: the black fabric cinched at her slender waist, flaring over perfectly curved hips that swayed subtly with each step she took.
Her tits were average in size, but visibly perky as hell even through the fabric, pushing up against the crisp white apron as if in defiance of gravity itself.
The faint sight of her cleavage visible through the part of her uniform that was carved out almost gave him a nosebleed, and worse yet, her nipples were faintly outlined through the thin material.
And her face—goddamn, it was the most beautiful he'd ever seen. High cheekbones, full lips painted a natural rose color, eyes like storm clouds framed by dark lashes, brunette hair, pulled into a neat bun that begged to be undone.
Her features were cute and yet stern-looking, giving her the air of a person who took everything a bit too seriously, but that only spurred on Roy's fantasies.
Basically, her whole demeanour was heavenly, every inch silently screaming 'fuck me' in the most innocent package.
Roy leered openly, not even bothering to restrain the growing bulge in his loose pants as he stared.
His gaze travelled along her curves, tracing the dip of her cleavage, the way her hips filled out the skirt, imagining bending her over right there.
A grin split his face, his features turning obscene and predatory, twisting his handsome features into a feral snarl. This body was a weapon, and he wielded it without shame.
Laura frowned in contempt, her perfect brows knitting together in clear disgust at being eyed so lustfully.
The expression hit Roy like a splash of cold water. 'What the hell?' Roy thought as he looked at her disgusted expression.
She had called him Young Master, hadn't she? Deference dripped from her tone earlier. Why the sour look now? His mind raced ahead anyway. His fantasies overrode the bout of confusion from the maid's expression.
All those debauched clips he'd binged—arrogant young masters pinning down trembling maids, forcing them to their knees as they serviced their urges on command.
''This is my world now,' he thought, his cock becoming fully erect under the fabric of his pants, straining to be released from its confines. 'She'll spread for me, and then beg for it like the servant she is.'
He had no doubt in his mind that this servant before him would not dare reject his advances, that is, if his thoughts were correct, which was, in all likelihood, very much likely the case.
He swung his legs off the bed, standing in just the loose nightshirt and loose pants that did little to hide his erection, which did not go unnoticed by the maid.
Barefoot, he closed the distance in three strides, his tall frame towering over her despite her poised stance.
Reaching out, he hooked a finger under her chin, lifting it to force her gaze to his. Her skin was soft, warm, sending a jolt straight to his groin. "What's your name again?" he murmured, brushing his thumb against her jawline.
Laura's disgusted frown deepened into something uglier, her lips pressing into a thin line, but she quickly adjusted, calm returning to her features, and then she answered, "It's Laura, Young Master."
She held still, waiting, her gray eyes assessing him. Even though her face displayed nothing more than what she had shown already, unbeknownst to Roy, revulsion churned in her very being. 'How dare he! The trash young master of the Taur family Clan dares to touch me— Someone as useless as this?'
One might ask, why was she offended by a simple, intimate touch by someone who clearly had more status than she could ever dream of?
Well, her story was an odd one. If you were to ask her co-workers what they thought of Laura, they would all say the same thing. She was one of the very few maids who exuded such an air of nobility that she may as well have been mistaken for a noble in any other setting.
There was only one explanation why that would be the case: either she had worked very hard in the common training that everyone in her station had to undergo to work in such a household, or her humble origins were not so humble after all.
But that is a story for another day.
Laura had passed the maid training course in the capital at the top of her class. She was even ecstatic to be stationed in the prestigious Taur Clan for her first job. But she soon realised that maybe things had gone too well up to this point.
Her ecstasy soon turned to disappointment as soon as she arrived.