Chapter 1: 1

"Mistress, he's waking up!"

A young man of 18 years of age lay on a bed with his eyes closed with several people standing around him. His name was Eden Gardenia, the young master of the Gardenia family. Standing to his right was his mother, Elinor Gardenia and to his left was his father, Oliver Gardenia.

"Sweetheart, wake up." Oliver placed his hand on his son's forehead, rubbing it gently. It was only a few months ago that their son Eden drank several bottles of sleeping potions intending to put himself into eternal slumber, or in other words, death. Luckily, the head maid found him in the nick of time and with the help of a priestess, managed to resuscitate him. Unfortunately, his body was alive but his mind had gone. Oliver and his wife Elinor never gave up hope, and with a very expensive spell cast by the priestess, they put his body in a state similar to that of hibernation.

"Thank goodness, he's waking Elinor. A few more days and the spell would've worn out. We would have lost him."

"...Yes." Elinor looked on at her son with a stern look. Ever since they discovered their son had tried to extinguish his own life, she felt like everything was her fault. She put her business in front of her own family causing the ones close to her to nearly perish. It was due to recent financial circumstances that led her to make the decision of marrying her son off to the LaCross family's young mistress, a notorious girl who was known for being a playgirl and for acts of obscenity and unrest in public places. She knew that her son Eden was already madly in love with another girl of poorer background but she cared little back then for what he thought. This had been the result. 

"Uhg...who?"

Eden opened his eyes, his vision was hazy but he managed to see three shadows looking down on him. When his vision became clear he saw people he had never seen before. A man with broad shoulders and brown hair, and a woman with shoulder-length brown hair, both wearing old fashion-styled clothes. Beside her was another woman in a maid outfit with spectacles and long black hair in a single braid.

"Wh...where am I...who are you?" Eden managed to mutter.

Oliver let out a gasp and turned to his wife Elinor. "He doesn't recognize us! You don't think..."

All Eden could remember before he blacked out was crossing the road on his way home when suddenly something hit him from the side. After that was darkness until he woke up where he currently was.

"Sweetheart, do you remember me? It's me! Daddy!"

Eden looked to his left and stared at the man in question. His face was a little too close to his and the manner in which he spoke sounded a bit too feminine. It weirded him out a bit. "I...I don't know you...I'm sorry." The first thing that came to Eden's mind was that he got transmigrated into someone else's body in some strange fantasy world...or he was kidnapped by two people who pretended to be his parents.

Oliver's eyes filled with tears hearing his son's response."It can't be...our Eden...he's..."

"Oliver, my dear. It'll be fine. He is still our son no matter what."

"yes...*sniff*, you're right..."

Elinor gazed at her son feeling sorrow and dread on the inside but maintaining her stern facade. "My son, are you feeling alright? Do you remember anything?"

Eden looked at the woman that was supposedly his mother. Being the pervert that he was, his eyes quickly wandered down to her breasts and hips before making his way back to her face. She had a sexy body that caused little Eden from down below to stir from its slumber while Eden had to hurriedly erase all thoughts before he would tent the blanket in embarrassment.

"I feel fine. Are you my parents? I'm sorry I can't remember either of you."

"It's fine, honey. As long as you're okay now." Oliver responded, kissing Eden's forehead. This caused Eden to shudder slightly at having been kissed so tenderly by another man, but he held it in and kept calm. He couldn't put a finger as to why his so-called dad was acting so affectionate. His own dad back on earth had never been this way. It was rather his mom whom he was used to getting kissed from. Looking over at the brown-haired woman, her face was stoic but also had small traces of concern that looked like she was trying to hide.

"Oliver, let him rest." Elinor said then turned her attention to the maid by the foot of the bed, "Lucia, go inform the head chef to prepare some Eel soup with purple haze leaf. It'll help bring his energy back. And go inform the priestess of his awakening."

"Yes, mistress." The mad bowed and walked out the door.

Elinor looked at her son one last time before heading out the door with her husband"Get some rest, Eden. After that, we'll have a talk about everything...and...I'm sorry..."

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After they had gone, Eden was left to himself in his room.

"Geez. I'm not even tired." He threw the blanket off of his body and sat up on the side of the bed. Although his body was placed in a state of dormancy for months, the second his soul entered caused it to reinvigorate his muscles and bones. "I guess I'm in a fantasy world then. A strange one with a role switch. Oh well, I guess it'll be fun. I wonder what I look like?" 

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Eden walked over to the vanity mirror against the wall and stared at his reflection, surprised to say the least. "Eh? I look just like myself! Maybe this is a different parallel version of me?"

He noticed a picture frame by the bedside table showing a painting of him from when he was 8 with his mom and dad. There was another girl in the photo looking at least ten years older than him. "Huh? That kind of looks like...mom?" 

It had indeed looked like his mother from when he was back on earth, albeit a younger version of her in the photo. It seemed as if a parallel version of his mother was his sister here. Tears welled up in his eyes before he threw those memories off to the side then he turned his attention to the drawers underneath. Feeling inquisitive, Eden opened the first drawer, spotting various makeup accessories, utensils, and a notebook. He grabbed the notebook and sat on the bed, opening it to the first page.

"Oh, it's a diary. Hmm, let's see. 'Dear Diary...'"

"..."

"There's nothing written...I guess the other me didn't give a shit about writing. I'll write something here then, hehe. Alright...'Dear Diary, My fantasy mom is smoking hot and I want to stick my dick between her breasts then bend her over my bed and destroy her vagina.' Hehe. 'I also want to fuck my maid's asshole and turn her into my cumdumpster."

Before he'd continue writing more of his perverted fantasies, he heard a knock coming from the door.

"Hello? Young Master? I brought you some food."

"Er, yes, uh, come in!" Eden shoved the notebook back in the drawer and scooted back under the cover. The door opened with a creak until a large figure came into view, causing the young sick boy in the bed to almost pop his eyes out of his sockets. Entering his room was a plump-looking woman, seemingly in her late thirties with shoulder-length blonde hair, bee-stung pouty lips, and thick thighs followed by a pudgy stomach. But that wasn't what caught Eden's attention. Oh no. It was the size of her massive tits.

'T-They're huge! She looks like she's half-cow with utters like those! How can she even carry them around like that?'

"Young master, I've brought you some food, as requested by Mistress Gardenia." She said in a sweet-sounding voice. "Would you like me to place it by the bedside?"

"Y-Yes. Thank you um...I didn't catch your name, madam."

"Madam? Oh right. Your amnesia. Silly me, I almost forgot. Such a tragedy." She placed the tray of food down. "My name is Clarabelle. I am the head chef here at the Gardenia household."

"Oh, okay." It was impossible for Eden not to stare at the woman's medicine ball tits, especially at the outlines of her nipples poking through her white buttoned-up shirt. Eden figured that the size of her areolas was at least triple the size of regular ones. Unbeknownst to him, his little Eden junior had sprung up into full mast only after a few seconds, shocking the big-titted chef.

'Huh! is that?' Clarabelle noticed a tent in the sheets of the bed somewhere down below where the young master's crotch was and gasped internally. 'Is he perhaps, excited? No, it can't be! What am I thinking? I read somewhere that this is a natural reaction from men when they wake up in the morning. What was it called? Morning staff?'

"Here it is young master. Be careful, it's hot."

"Thank you Clarabelle. It smells delicious. You're a wonderful cook."

"Don't mention it, sir. I'll be heading out now." She hesitated for a moment before pulling out a brass bell from between her tits and placing it on the table. "If um, if there's anything you want to eat, just ring this and I'll be up in a flash. It's enchanted so it can only make a sound I can hear. J-Just in case you want some extra sweets before bed. Don't tell the mistress."

"I won't, and I'll definitely call you up later tonight."

"Oh! t-that's not what I um-"

"ahaha, just kidding."

"Oh, haha, yes, w-well, I best be going." Clarabelle let out a nervous chuckle before stepping through the door. "Rest easy young master."

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"Dear Diary The cow is mine!" 

 

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