Chapter 2
Additional opportunity
The following thing Asher knew was that he had awoken in an extravagant, new room. It resembled a fantasy, as the bed he was lying on was incredibly delicate with silk sheets. He felt warm and agreeable, as though he had been resting calmly for quite a long time. His body throbbed less contrasted with what it did previously. He gradually woke up and checked out the room. The walls were shrouded in gold and silver embroidered works of art, and there were many bits of wooden furniture with mind boggling plans on them.
He got up from the bed and seen he was wearing a new blue robe; it looked extravagant however sometimes fell short for him. He additionally saw that his neck actually had his accessory, which console him some way or another. He headed towards the entryway yet halted when he detected a mirror holding tight one of the walls. He moved toward it to look nearer and panted in shock when he saw himself reflecting back from the glass surface. The individual gazing back wasn't him; his skin tone had changed to a lighter tone, and he had turned into an attractive young fellow with sharp blue eyes and short dark hair.
Asher lacked the opportunity to address what occurred as he unexpectedly heard a thump on the entryway.
"Youthful Expert, are you conscious?" A delicate voice said.
To some degree staggered, Asher glanced over to the entryway, considering regardless of whether to reply.
"Youthful Expert?" The female voice called once more. "May I come in?"
Asher could have done without this present circumstance by any means; something had an extremely off-base outlook on what occurred. "Come in," he hesitantly answered, needing to realize what was occurring.
A white-haired moderately aged lady entered. She was wearing a hot dark house keeper's outfit that flaunted her figure, her bosoms protruding out at the top and showing profound cleavage and snow-white skin, and her open, thick thighs in the dark servant's dress, radiating an emanation of development and enticement. Her face held a charming at this point mature look, with enrapturing eyes, tempting lips, and a delightful nose. She spruced up skimpily yet concealed her skin to the point of making men go wild with want.
"I see you're at long last up, youthful expert!" She grinned obligingly towards him smoothly; the words came out like silk on a brush, delicate yet harsh, similar to she knew the internal parts of individuals' psyches and hearts. "Hello."
'A maid...in such an outfit? Am I a youthful expert or some likeness thereof in a verifiable show?' Asher couldn't resist the opportunity to swallow his spit as he watched her hot house cleaner move increasingly close towards him. He began feeling awkward with how uncovering her outfit was. She had a bust that looked huge and entirely peppy and stood gladly against gravity, her hips bending internal yet shaking somewhat with each step she took while looking delicate enough to grasp, making his own heart begin thumping quickly against his chest.
'Who is this lady?'
He made a solid attempt to quiet his heart, however regardless of his endeavors, his eyes remained stuck to those delightful hills bobbing nearer and nearer to him. At long last, the servant arrived along the edge of his bed. She then stooped down with a slight sneer across her face. She began fixing the sheets on the bed. She could feel the more youthful man's consuming look on her cleavage as she fixed herself, permitting his look to go along its length the whole way to her face before in the long run pivoting and remaining at a deferential distance away, hands fastened despite her good faith, pausing.
The two stood unobtrusively with each other, each sitting tight for the other to say something. At last, the moderately aged house keeper talked, her voice fresh and unmistakable. "Good day, Expert Asher. On the off chance that it satisfies you, will I bring your garments out?"
Asher stopped, considering cautiously.
"Youthful expert?" The servant shifted her head questioningly as though attempting to inspire him to center, her white hair moving alongside her head developments while gazing at his lower body. A weak grin showed up on her full lips prior to vanishing. She then, at that point, shifted the upper portion of her body somewhat, her huge, abundant bosoms falling forward, making her dress fix against her chest.
'Haah... what on God's green earth is going on?! Where the fuck am I??' Asher constrained himself not to gaze at the house cleaner's protruding bends as he started really focusing angrily.
This entire circumstance was beginning to become ludicrous. To start with, he awakened in an unfamiliar room, and presently a wonderful house cleaner was remaining before him... Asher gazed vacantly towards her; he have little to no faith in himself enough to sheer even a solitary word.
'Okay. Allow me to attempt to recollect what simply happened a second prior,' Asher started attempting to sort things out.
He was beaten and his vision blurring gradually, yet how is it that that could happen so quick? Taking everything into account, when somebody blacked out, they didn't quickly awaken elsewhere... furthermore, hadn't he previously died? Is this truly happening at present? He really wanted to chuckle inside; without a doubt he was going crazy, or maybe he'd at long last snapped intellectually! He got some distance from the house keeper while attempting his hardest to remain made. He hacked clumsily.
"Youthful expert? What is wrong?" The house cleaner took a gander at him inquisitively, disarray composed across her elements, considering what her lord was attempting to inquire.
Asher scratched his jaw mindfully while gnawing his lip, attempting to review what has been going on with him.
'M-perhaps I was reawakened here.' Asher thought.
