012. A day in Milan

Amelia woke up naked in a large bed, her body bound by three belts that held her in place. The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, illuminating the luxurious room with a golden glow. The room was immense, with finely carved mahogany furniture and a huge mirror reflecting the morning light. The walls were adorned with artworks that seemed out of place given her current situation.

Her hands were pressed against her body, her wrists tied tightly, causing a dull pain from the lack of circulation. Her legs were bound at the thighs, and her ankles were held with equal firmness. She felt every muscle in her body stiff and aching from spending the night in that position. Additionally, a rag was stuffed in her mouth, and one of her stockings was being used as a gag, preventing her from making any coherent sound.

The silence in the room was interrupted only by the soft murmur of water running in the nearby bathroom shower. Amelia tried to move, but the belts held her firmly in place, each attempt only increasing the pain in her stiff muscles. Her head throbbed with a pounding headache, the result of a hangover. Each beat pulsed in her temples, amplifying her confusion and fear. She tried to remember what had happened the night before. The images swirled in her mind: dinner, the library, the billiards… and then everything became blurry. Uncertainty overwhelmed her. Had Jason abused her?

The sound of the water stopped, and Amelia heard the noise of the shower door closing. She turned her head as best as she could toward the bathroom, trying to orient herself despite the pain. Her muscles protested against the movement, but she managed to focus her gaze just in time to see Jason coming out of the bathroom. He was drying his head with a towel, completely naked, his tanned skin glowing in the filtered light.

"You're awake," Jason said, approaching the bed. He leaned over her, his large member just inches from her face as he removed the gag. "There you go, now stay calm, and I'll remove the belts."

Amelia blushed at seeing Jason's member so close. The warmth in her cheeks contrasted with the cold numbness in her body.

"It's bigger than mine was," she said with some astonishment, her voice barely a whisper once the gag was removed.

Jason smiled, amused by her comment as he began unfastening the belts.

"Yes, you already told me that last night when you tore off my boxers on the pool table."

Amelia blinked, incredulous. The headache and confusion clouded her thoughts.

"What? I took off your clothes?" How could that be true? How could she have tried to violate a man?

"Should I show you the security footage?" Jason asked, smiling as he removed the last belt. "You shouted that you'd give me kisses wherever you wanted. I convinced you to come to the room, and on the way, you stripped off your dress, bra, garter, thong, and just as we entered, you took off one of your stockings."

"I did that?" Amelia hid under the sheets to conceal her face in embarrassment. "How could that happen?"

"I spoke with Mrs. Montalbán this morning. Apparently, alcohol speeds up your transformation, and the worm urges you to have sex. I tied you up and gagged you to prevent you from doing something you'd regret this morning."

Amelia remained silent, processing the information. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She felt terribly embarrassed.

"I can't believe I could feel more embarrassed. Although not remembering my first time might make me regret it in the future. Do you think it would've gone that far?"

"Should I play the library security footage?"

"No," she replied, shaking her head vigorously without uncovering herself. "And why didn't you take advantage?"

"I told you before you turned into a wild animal. I don't intend to take your virginity until you willingly give it to me, without alcohol or any tricks involved."

Amelia peeked out from under the sheets, looking at him with a mix of gratitude and shame.

"Thank you, that's very noble of you," she said, feeling a small sense of relief. "Your room is as big as Inmaculada's."

Jason shrugged with a smile.

"I hoped it would be bigger. I might knock down a wall to expand it. I can't be outdone."

Amelia weakly smiled, trying to find some humor in the situation. As she watched Jason move around the room, she realized that, despite everything, he had shown an unexpected decency. Maybe, just maybe, she could find a way to adapt to this new life.

"Take a shower; we need to go buy you some clothes," Jason ordered before heading into the walk-in closet.

Amelia sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, feeling her heart beating faster than normal. Was it due to embarrassment? To having looked at Jason's member? Was she falling in love? She shook her head to get rid of those ideas and got into the shower.

It must be embarrassment. How could a man, straight until just three days ago, feel something for another handsome man? She quickly turned on the cold water; she had to clear those thoughts from her mind. He was a straight man. As her hands moved over her body soaping it up, she laughed ironically. A man? There was nothing left of a man in her. If the worm was powerful enough to change that, how could she doubt its ability to confuse her about her sexual preferences?

Amelia let the water run over her body for a while after finishing her shower, trying to wash away those thoughts along with the water. It was no use. She got out of the shower and finished getting ready. Once she was ready, she noticed Jason, who was wearing a beautiful custom-made blue suit, looking incredibly attractive.

"How can you wear a suit in the middle of summer?"

"Magic," he replied with a smile. "I'm used to wearing suits, and the heat doesn't usually bother me much. In the business world, image is very important."

Amelia noticed the looks, smiles, and comments from the staff as they left the room and got into the car. This time, to her surprise, Jason wasn't driving. They both sat in the back, while a guard sat in the front seat. She looked just in time to see another luxury car being boarded by three other guards.

"Is there a problem?" Jason asked, noticing how nervously Amelia shifted in her seat.

"A few things. The staff was murmuring. It's odd that you're not driving, and you have four bodyguards."

"You earned the staff gossip all on your own last night. We're taking a plane, and I don't want to leave the car in the airport parking. Lastly, we have a lot to buy—did you expect us to carry it all?"

Amelia blushed, remembering the description of her behavior from the previous night.

"Taking a plane? Where are we going to shop?"

"To go to Milan, the fastest way is by plane. I can't neglect my businesses any longer," Jason said as if taking a plane to Milan from Lantia were the most natural thing in the world.

"Milan? Why?" Bravura had plenty of stores, even luxury ones.

"Because that's where the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II is. It's a great place for lunch and dinner. Would you have preferred Paris? I can change the flight plan."

"No, don't worry, Milan sounds perfect," she thought. Surely, he had planned the day perfectly. How could she make him change his plans?

Amelia opened her phone and checked the time. It was still five minutes to nine. What time had he called Inmaculada? Suddenly, she noticed a WhatsApp message; it was from Inmaculada.

"Try not to overdo it with the alcohol again. Jason called me this morning very worried about your behavior. Remember, you're not using any contraception and you could get pregnant."

Amelia's cheeks turned red again. Quickly, she typed:

"He's taking me to Milan to shop. I'll try not to drink anything."

"Alright. Take care." — Inmaculada replied, with nothing more to add.

Amelia put away her smartphone just in time to see them arriving at Lantia's international airport.

"Is it yours?" Amelia asked once on the flight, while breakfast was being served.

"No. Owning a plane is a waste of money. It's much more cost-effective to rent them, and Lantia has a good rental fleet. How are you feeling?"

"A bit of a headache and very embarrassed. About last night…"

"Don't worry, I've deleted all the videos from last night. I kept a copy for myself in case you didn't believe me," Jason responded, his voice reassuring but with a firmness indicating there was no turning back.

Amelia looked at him, feeling a mixture of gratitude and shame.

"Do you think I'd like to see myself following you down the hall, stripping and tossing my clothes at you? Just thinking about how ridiculous that must have looked makes me want to die," Amelia said, her voice reflecting the mortification she felt.

Jason smiled softly, trying to ease her discomfort.

"Amelia, you don't need to feel that way. What happened last night wasn't your fault, and I have no intention of making you feel bad about it. What matters is that we learn from this experience and move forward."

Amelia slowly nodded, trying to accept his words. As she ate her breakfast, her mind continued to whirl with thoughts about the events of the previous night. She knew she had to be more careful with alcohol and her emotions. This new world she had entered was complex and full of challenges, and she needed to be at her best, mentally and physically, to face it.

The flight continued smoothly, and Amelia took the opportunity to try to relax and organize her thoughts. The comfort of the plane and the attention of the staff helped calm her nerves, but she couldn't shake the lingering sense of unease about what lay ahead.

Upon arriving in Milan, Amelia was surprised at how quickly everything progressed. They were greeted by two luxury sedans that took them directly to the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II. The grandeur of the place took her breath away. The high-end shops, elegant cafes, and impressive architecture were a feast for the eyes.

Jason guided her through the stores, choosing clothes, shoes, and accessories with a confidence that showed his familiarity with luxury. Although still nervous, Amelia began to relax a bit, seeing the care Jason took to ensure she felt comfortable and well-dressed.

They spent hours shopping, stopping at the most renowned designers' stores. Amelia tried on elegant dresses, tailored suits, high-quality casual clothes, and even fine lingerie that made her blush but which Jason insisted on buying. The bodyguards handled all the purchases, ensuring everything was packed away and sent directly to their home in Lantia.

Finally, after an exhausting but satisfying afternoon, Jason took her to an elegant restaurant in the Galleria itself. The tables were adorned with fresh flowers, and soft piano music filled the air. They sat at a table by a window, from where they could see the bustle of the Galleria.

"This place is wonderful," Amelia said, looking around.

"I'm glad you like it. I thought that after a long day of shopping, a good rest here would be perfect," Jason replied, smiling.

The waiter approached with the menu, and Jason took charge of ordering a selection of traditional Italian dishes. The food arrived quickly, and Amelia delighted in each bite. The combination of flavors, the freshness of the ingredients, and the impeccable presentation made the dinner a memorable experience.

"Are you enjoying the food?" Jason asked, watching her with interest.

"Yes, it's delicious. All of this is so… incredible. I'm not used to so much luxury," Amelia replied, feeling a mix of gratitude and amazement.

"I want you to get used to it. This is your life now, and I want you to enjoy every moment," Jason said, raising his glass for a toast.

Amelia raised her glass, clinking it softly with Jason's. "To a new life," she said, smiling.

"To a new life," Jason repeated, looking at her with an intensity that made her shiver slightly.

The dinner continued with pleasant conversation, where Jason and Amelia shared more about their lives and tastes. Jason showed a more relaxed and approachable side, making Amelia feel more comfortable and secure around him. When they finished, Jason ordered a special dessert, a chocolate cake with fresh raspberries, which they shared while chatting about the stores they had visited and the purchases they had made.

"It's been a long day, but I've loved it," Amelia said as they finished the dessert.

"I'm glad to hear that. Now, we must head back to Lantia. Tomorrow will be another busy day," Jason replied, smiling.

They got up from the table and headed to the sedans. The bodyguards, who had been watching and ensuring everything went smoothly, loaded the last of the purchases into the cars. Amelia and Jason settled into the back of one of the sedans, while the bodyguards took their places in the cars, ready to leave.

The flight back to Lantia was peaceful. Amelia, exhausted from the day, fell asleep shortly after takeoff. Jason watched her for a moment, a slight smile on his lips, before returning to his reading.

Upon arriving in Lantia, the sedans were waiting to take them back home. Amelia woke up as they landed, feeling more rested but still a little disoriented.

"We're home," Jason said softly, helping her out of the plane.

During the ride back to the mansion, Amelia allowed herself to reflect on the day. It had been an overwhelming experience, full of luxury and newness, but she had also felt a growing connection with Jason. Despite the circumstances, she began to feel a strange sense of comfort around him.

When they arrived at the mansion, Kai and the staff were ready to welcome them. The bodyguards took care of unloading all the purchases and bringing them to Amelia's walk-in closet. Jason accompanied her to her room, where they both prepared for the night.

Jason smiled with a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Will I need to tie you up again tonight?" he asked in a playful tone.

Amelia returned the smile with a mischievous expression. "Don't worry, if we do anything tonight, I'll be fully responsible for my actions."

They lay together in the large bed, both enjoying the comfort and luxury surrounding them. Jason gently embraced her, creating a feeling of security and warmth.

Amelia stared at the ceiling for a moment, feeling the soft mattress beneath her. Despite everything, a sense of anticipation filled her. She knew her life had changed irreversibly, but she was determined to face whatever came with courage and determination.

Her mind wondered how she could feel so at ease beside a man. If someone had suggested this just two days ago, she would have called them crazy. She had expressed it to Lucía, who had laughed, saying she would end up desiring a man. In just three days, she had grown accustomed to her new female body and desired a man. Amelia turned to look at Jason, who had already closed his eyes and was possibly asleep. Was this the same charming man Inmaculada feared? How could that be possible?