James's legs felt like jelly as he walked toward his room, the maid just a few steps ahead of him.
The heavy silence of the hallway wasn't helping his nerves—it felt like the universe itself was holding its breath, waiting to see what he'd do.
His palms were sweaty, and his heart was pounding so loudly he was half convinced the maid could hear it.
'What am I even doing?' The thought kept looping in his head. 'This is insane. I don't know what I'm supposed to say, what I'm supposed to do. What if I mess this up? What if she laughs at me?'
He'd never done anything like this before. In his old life, he barely had the urge to talk to women, let alone flirt or… whatever this was supposed to lead to.
He'd spent most of his time at his desk, munching on bland sandwiches and daydreaming about having a more exciting life.
And now? He was in a completely different world, with a maid who was practically glowing with… interest?
A strange mix of terror and determination bubbled inside him.
If he wanted to survive this death mission the system had dumped on him, he couldn't afford to keep being the awkward, clueless James Tanner from Earth.
No, he had to adapt—quickly. And maybe this was step one.
'You've literally died once. You woke up in a different world. If you don't seize this opportunity, you might never stop being a virgin! Being a virgin means death, and I don't want to die again!'
That thought alone lit a fire under his nerves, forcing him to straighten up and push forward.
They reached his room, and James hesitated for a moment before pushing the door open.
The sight inside should have been familiar by now—the lavish bed with its golden frame, the polished mahogany furniture, the soft light emitting from floating white orbs.
But now, the room felt… different. There was an almost suffocating intensity in the air, thick enough to make him swallow hard.
He stepped inside, taking a slow breath to steady himself. Then, without turning around, he said, "Close the door."
The words left his mouth before he could second-guess them. This was his way of testing the waters, of gauging her reaction.
If she hesitated or looked confused, he'd backpedal immediately and pretend this was all a misunderstanding.
But then he heard the soft click of the door shutting, and when he turned, his heart nearly stopped.
The maid was standing there, her cheeks pink, her eyes wide, and her hands nervously clasping the hem of her dress.
She wasn't just obeying him—she was blushing. And that look on her face… it wasn't fear. It was something else entirely.
Something sultry...
James felt his brain short-circuit. 'Oh wow. Oh yes. Thank the devils. She's into this. What do I do now?'
His legs moved on autopilot, carrying him closer to her. Each step felt like walking a tightrope over a pit of spikes, but he wasn't about to turn back now.
The closer he got, the more his nerves warred with something deeper—something primal.
When he was finally close enough to feel her warmth, he placed his hands lightly on her shoulders. His palms were clammy, but he forced a confident smile.
"Miss me?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. It was the dumbest line in the universe, but it was all he could think of.
Before he could mentally berate himself, the maid's response hit him like a freight train. She didn't answer with words—she threw her arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace.
"I missed you so much, Young Master," she said, her voice trembling but filled with emotion.
James froze. His mind exploded. 'So they were definitely a thing. Were they secret lovers? Wait, is this why she blushed earlier? How many times have they done this?!'
His mind raced a million miles per hour, trying to piece together the puzzle of this body's history with her, but then the maid tilted her head up and pressed her lips against his.
It was like someone had flipped a switch in his brain. For a moment, he was too stunned to react.
But then a rush of adrenaline and instinct surged through him, silencing the chaos in his head. Without thinking, he kissed her back.
Her lips were soft, warm, and surprisingly… intoxicating. He could feel his nerves melting away as instincts he didn't even know he had kicked in.
For the first time since arriving in this strange world, James stopped overthinking.
His hands moved down her back almost instinctively, and when they rested on her fat butt, he gave a gentle squeeze.
His heart practically leapt out of his chest at the sensation. 'Is this real? This is actually happening. Oh my God.'
But it wasn't enough. He wanted more. He needed more. The adrenaline flooding his veins made him bolder than he'd ever been in his life.
Breaking the kiss, he pulled back slightly, his breath coming fast as he looked into her eyes. Her expression was one of excitement, anticipation… and something else he couldn't quite name.
"I've been wanting to see your face for the longest time," he said, lying through his teeth without even flinching.
Of course, he had to play the part and not forget this body's history of blindness. He didn't mean anything he said.
Without a word, his hands moved to her dress. His fingers gripped the fabric, and before his brain could stop him, he tore it apart with one swift motion.
The ripping sound echoed in the room, followed by her startled but delighted squeal: "Young Master!"
James stood there, his chest heaving, his pulse racing like he'd just run a marathon. The torn dress hung loosely from her shoulders, revealing the naked curves he'd only dared to glance at before.
Adrenaline and excitement flooded his senses, and for the first time in his whole life, he felt completely, undeniably alive.
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Yay! I got offered a contract! I feel so amazing! Get ready for a wild ride with James, A.K.A Young Master Kaelan. XD
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Power stone Goal!
50 PS - 1 Bonus chapter
100 PS - 2 Bonus chapter
200 PS (Quite an achievement as of now) - 3 Bonus chapters.