After going through turmoil and hopelessness, the next thing Asher knew was that he had awoken in a luxurious, unfamiliar room.
It was like a dream, as the bed he was lying on was as soft as clouds with silk sheets. He felt warm and comfortable, as if he had been sleeping for days.
He didn't feel any pain in his body as he opened his eyes and looked around the room. The walls were covered in gold and silver drapery, and many pieces of wooden furniture had strange and complex designs on them.
He got up from the bed and noticed he was wearing an unfamiliar blue robe; it looked expensive but didn't suit him.
He also noticed that his neck still had his necklace, which comforted him somehow. He headed towards the door but stopped when he spotted a mirror hanging on one of the walls.
He approached it to look closer and gasped in shock when he saw himself reflecting from the glass surface.
The person staring back wasn't him; his skin colour had changed to a lighter tone, and he had become a handsome young man with sharp blue eyes and short black hair.
Asher didn't have time to question what happened as he heard a knock on the door.
"Young Master, are you awake?" A gentle voice said.
Somewhat stunned, Asher looked over to the door, pondering whether to answer or not.
"Young Master?" The female voice called again. "May I come in?"
Asher didn't like this situation at all; something felt wrong about what happened. "Come in," he replied, a little hesitant, but he wanted to know what was happening.
A pretty white-haired middle-aged woman entered. She was wearing a sexy black maid's outfit that showed off her figure, her breasts bulging out at the top and showing deep cleavage and snow-white skin, and her open, thick thighs in the black maid's dress, giving off an aura of maturity and temptation.
Her face held an alluring yet mature look, with captivating eyes, seductive lips, and a beautiful nose. Her dress didn't reveal much of her skin, yet she could make any man go wild.
"I see you're up, Young Master!" She said with a polite smile and stunned him with her graceful walk; the words came out like silk on a comb, soft yet rough, like she knew the insides of people's minds and hearts. "Good morning."
'A maid...in such an outfit? Am I a Young Master of some sort of historical drama?' Asher couldn't help but gulp his saliva as he watched his sexy maid move closer and closer towards him. He started feeling uncomfortable with how revealing her outfit was, even though it appeared not to be.
She had a bust that looked large and perky and stood against gravity, her hips curving inward yet jiggling with each step she took while looking soft enough to grab hold of, causing his own heart to start beating against his chest.
'Who is this woman?'
He tried hard to calm his heart, but despite his efforts, his eyes stayed glued to those beautiful mounds bouncing ever closer to him.
The maid reached the side of his bed. She then kneeled with a slight smirk across her face and started fixing the sheets on the bed.
She could feel the young man's burning gaze on her cleavage as she straightened herself, allowing his gaze to travel along its length to her face before turning around and standing at a respectful distance away, hands clasped behind her back, waiting.
The two stood in silence with one another, each waiting for the other to say something. After waiting for a short while, the middle-aged maid decided to break the ice, her voice crisp and clear. "Good morning, Young Master Asher. If it pleases you, shall I bring your clothes out?"
Asher paused, pondering.
"Young Master?" The maid tilted her head, questioning him as if trying to get him to focus, her white hair moving along with her head movements while staring at his lower body.
A faint smirk appeared on her plump lips before disappearing. She then tilted the upper half of her body a little, her enormous, bountiful breasts falling forward, causing her clothing to tighten against her chest.
'Haah... what the heck is going on?! Where the fuck am I??' Asher forced himself not to stare at the maid's bulging curves as he began racking his brain.
This whole situation was starting to become ridiculous. First, he woke up in a foreign room, and now a beautiful maid was standing before him... Asher stared at her; he didn't trust himself enough to utter even a word.
'Alright. Let me recall what just happened a moment ago,' Asher began trying to piece things together.
He remembered being beaten and his vision fading, but how could that happen so fast? To the best of his knowledge, when someone lost consciousness, they did not just wake up somewhere else right away—plus, didn't he already die? Is this happening right now? He was going crazy, or had he gone insane? He could not help but laugh in his heart!
He turned away from the maid while trying his best to stay composed.
"Young Master? What is the matter?" The maid looked at him curious but also confused, her expression written across her features, wondering about her young master's thoughts.
Asher scratched his chin while biting his lip, trying to recall what happened to him.
'M-maybe I was reborn here.' Asher thought.