When I opened my eyes, the ceiling was pure white and unusually high. This definitely wasn't my room. Where am I? A hospital?
I remembered driving home from work. The truck in front of me had stopped at a red light, and I stopped behind it. Then I saw another truck in my rearview mirror speeding up without slowing down, heading straight for me. After that… my memory went blank.
My head felt fuzzy. At least I could tell I was lying in a bed.
Suddenly, a woman leaned over and peered into my face. She had brown hair, fair skin, and blue eyes. She looked about thirty. Not a nurse… I thought. Then a small panel appeared beside her face that read: Maid A.
"Eh!? What the—?"
Before I could process what was happening, the woman quickly pulled back and shouted in a loud voice that echoed through the room:
"Princess Doreen! Princess Doreeeen! Young master! Master Robby has woken up!"
The sound of heels clicking rapidly approached. Another woman leaned over me. This one had golden-blonde hair and emerald-green eyes. A panel appeared beside her face: Mother – Doreen.
"Robby! Robby! Can you understand me? Are you okay? Say something!"
She looked desperate. Overwhelmed by her intensity, the only word that came out of my mouth was:
"…I'm fine."
Tears instantly filled her eyes and began dripping onto me. It seemed I had experienced isekai reincarnation. And the beautiful woman crying in front of me was apparently my new mother.
She had golden hair, pale skin, large green eyes, and a perfectly sculpted face that anyone would call breathtakingly beautiful. She looked like she was only in her early twenties. Every feature was something a Japanese guy like me had never possessed. If I was really her son, maybe I could hope to inherit some of this good looks.
Just how old was I now? I tried to raise my hand to touch her, and when I saw it — it was clearly a child's hand. Smooth and small. Definitely not the rough, dirty hand of a thirty-year-old man.
In the process of reaching out, my hand accidentally brushed against her chest. Her dress was extremely revealing, exposing a large portion of her breasts with almost nothing covering them. It looked like something noblewomen from pre-20th century upper-class society would wear on TV. So… I had reincarnated into a very high-class family?
The breast my hand touched was massive — the word "busty" fit perfectly. It felt incredibly soft yet springy, with a wonderful weight that begged to be squeezed. Knowing a child shouldn't be groping his mother, I tried to gently stroke it instead. (Even stroking felt wrong, but my hand refused to move away.)
"Oh my, Robby is touching Mommy's breasts?" she said with a gentle laugh. "Does my baby want milk? Have you regressed after sleeping for so long? Ufufu, Robby, you're already ten years old. You're not a baby anymore, so drinking from Mommy's breasts is strange, okay? Besides, you don't have a wet nurse anymore."
Even as she spoke, I didn't pull my hand away.
"Can't be helped, I suppose. Just for today, Mommy will give you her breast. There's no milk though, so be patient, alright?"
Probably at the maid's assistance, the back of her dress was loosened. With a soft boing, her enormous breasts literally bounced out right in front of my eyes. They were even bigger than I imagined — small pinkish-brown nipples sitting in the center of modest areolas.
She gently pressed one nipple against my lips.
What the hell is this lucky pervert development!?
Just moments after waking up in another world, this dream-like situation was unfolding. If this was a dream, I prayed I would never wake up.
The nipple slipped into my mouth. It wasn't hard yet, but after who knows how many years, it felt incredibly nostalgic. I figured I should at least suck on it properly. After all, when someone offers you something, it's rude not to taste it.
Mentally, I felt no guilt. This woman might be my "mother" in this world, but spiritually she was a complete stranger to me. Touching or tasting her however I wanted didn't bother me at all.
"Oh dear, Robby started sucking on Mommy's nipple," she said, smiling as she spoke to the maid.
Ah… sucking isn't enough. I want to lick it. I want to lick all over it.
Unable to hold back my desire, I placed both hands on her soft breasts and began running my tongue around her nipple. She twitched for a moment but said nothing, simply letting me continue. Gradually, her nipple grew harder under my tongue.
I want to stay like this forever!
But just as I wished that, the nipple was gently pulled away from my mouth. The blissful moment ended far too quickly.
Mother tucked her breasts back into her dress, her cheeks flushed pink and her face slightly flushed with embarrassment.
"Robby, you've only just woken up, so you need to rest properly. If anything happens, tell Cass, okay? Cass, I'm counting on you."
She turned to the maid.
"Understood, Princess Doreen. Please leave it to me."
The maid stepped into my view. A panel appeared beside her: Maid – Cass (Catherine). It seemed these panels displayed information based on what entered my field of vision.
Before I could think any further, exhaustion overwhelmed my body, and I fell back into a deep sleep.