Transmigrated

When I opened my eyes again, I knew immediately something was wrong. Gone was my familiar room, the one filled with posters and gaming consoles. Instead, I found myself in a luxurious room that looked like something out of a royal palace. The walls glittered with embedded gems, and the furniture was extravagantly ornate. The bed I lay in was so incredibly soft, more comfortable than anything I'd ever slept on before. It was as if I'd been transported into the world of a king—or at least someone extremely wealthy.

I glanced around the room in confusion, my head still foggy from sleep. Where am I? I mumbled, the words slipping from my lips. But then, I froze. The voice that came out wasn't mine—it was too young, too high-pitched.

Panicking, I looked down at my hands. They were small, far smaller than they should be. My whole body had shrunk. I wasn't just in an unfamiliar place; I had become a kid! And what was I wearing? The pajamas I remembered falling asleep in had changed too. They were still pajamas, but the fabric was like nothing I'd ever felt before—smooth, soft, luxurious. Do rich people wear this kind of thing to bed? I thought, my mind spinning. My entire wardrobe back home wouldn't cost as much as this one piece of clothing.

Where the hell was I? And why had I turned into a child?

As I was still contemplating this bizarre situation, a knock came at the door. Knock, knock.

"Young master, it's morning already. It's time to wake up." A sweet, feminine voice called from the other side, pulling me out of my thoughts.

Young master? I thought, even more confused. Who is she talking to?

Then it hit me: she was probably talking to me. After all, I was the only one in the room, right? But before I could respond, the door swung open, and in walked a stunning brown woman.

She had long, flowing black hair braided down to her ass, and her body was... distracting, to say the least. Curves in all the right places. Small face but big bust. Slim waist but big ass. All in all a killer. Her maid uniform clung to her figure, and honestly, I wondered if it even counted as a uniform. The blouse barely covered her bust, leaving most of her breasts on display. The skirt was scandalously short—if she bent down even a little, well… you get the idea.

Even though I was in a kid's body, my mind was still that of a man in his twenties. And damn, this was making me horny.

As I sat there ogling her, she rushed to my side, her hands immediately touching my forehead as she leaned in close, her big eyes full of concern. "Young Master, are you alright? I knocked, but you didn't respond. Are you feeling ill?"

Her words were a blur, her questions rapid-fire. I had to shake myself out of my daze. Focus, Arthur!

I cleared my throat awkwardly. "Ahem, I'm fine... I just woke up. I was about to answer, but you barged in before I could say anything."

"I'm sorry, young master," she apologized quickly, bowing her head. "It's just that you took so longer than usual to respond. I feared something might have happened." She paused, then added with a bow, "I'm ready to accept any punishment."

Damn! I thought, my mind going blank as I stared at her again. As she bent forward, her cleavage was on full display, right in front of me. My gaze fixated on her chest, and I lost myself for a moment, my brain short-circuiting.

The maid noticed my silence and glanced up to check on me, catching me mid-stare. A mischievous glint flashed in her eyes, and she smirked. "You're still a little boy after all," she teased softly.

To my utter horror, she slowly lowered her already short blouse a bit more, giving me an even more generous view. Her pink nipples were on full display in front of my eyes. My jaw practically hit the floor. It was too much for me. Despite being in my twenties mentally, I was still... well, a virgin. And all this stimulation was too much for me.

Cough cough... I cleared my throat again, trying to break the spell she'd cast over me. "No need for punishment," I managed to say, forcing my eyes away from her body. "You can... look up now."

I needed to get a grip. This situation was insane. I was in some kind of fantasy setting, in the body of a child, and now I had a smoking hot maid teasing me. But aside from her looks, she could be a good source of information. I needed answers.