Chapter 2. First Meeting with the Maid and Stepmom. (Joo Ji-hoon's POV)
I sat on the bed, reading the letter. Oddly enough, it was one I'd written to myself. I finished it in five minutes. The content was short and intense, boiling down to three key pieces of information.
First. I am a reincarnator.
Second. This is the world of my smut novel, Flame Queen Corruption Chronicle.
Third. After reincarnating, I've lost all memories of the past 21 years.
"Hoo..." My chest felt tight, so I let out a long sigh.
"Have you finished reading it?"
A calm woman's voice. I turned my gaze to the side and locked eyes with its owner. She was kneeling on the wooden floor beside the bed, staring straight at me.
She had an intimidating aura. The combo of her neatly trimmed bob haircut and prim maid uniform gave her the look of a pretty doll. But those unfocused eyes and expressionless face were so eerie, I could've believed she was a ghost. Eek, she's scary no matter how many times I look. How can a person's gaze be that cold? Is she even human?
"Young master. Do you have something to say?"
Her voice had zero inflection—like a soulless doll.
"Uh... how should I address you? Or what did I usually call you?"
"You called me by name."
"Then, may I ask your name?"
I already knew her name from the letter. But just in case, I asked—praying the letter was all bullshit.
"I am your personal maid, Ravisse."
Gulp. I swallowed hard. My novel's lore flashed through my mind in an instant.
S-class villain, the Invisible Human Ravisse. She didn't even have invisibility powers, but that's what they called her. Because no witnesses ever survived her assassinations. She killed people by the hundreds—maybe even thousands.
And now that woman was right beside me.
"Can I call you Ravisse?"
"Just my name is fine. And speak casually to me."
As if I could. Even a regular killer would've freaked me out up close, let alone an S-class villain.
"Casual talk feels awkward on a first meeting, so I'll stick to polite speech for now."
I still hadn't grasped the full situation, so better to play it safe. No need to piss her off with casual talk right away.
"I am your servant. There's no need to use polite speech with me."
She looked the part in that maid outfit. But I couldn't let my guard down. She might be undercover to assassinate me. Even if not, she was too scary for casual talk.
"I'll start polite and switch to casual once I get used to it."
"..."
Ravisse clamped her mouth shut and stared at me intently. Goosebumps prickled my arms. The air around us felt colder.
...Was that my imagination?
"Ravisse?"
"..."
Shiiiiver—chills raced over my skin, cold sweat dripping down my back. Her already stoic face drained of even more life. Something heavy pressed on my chest. Breathing grew harder.
Instinct kicked in. I absolutely could not use polite speech with her.
"R-Ravisse!"
"Yes, young master. What is it?"
The heavy air vanished like a lie. Okay, fine. You win. Casual it is.
"I finished the letter—what now?"
"First, I'll inform the family that you've woken up."
Ravisse pulled a smartphone from her pocket and tapped the screen.
"Done. They'll be here soon, so just wait a bit."
"I just wait?"
"Yes. Your mother—my master—will explain everything."
"Your master? My teacher?"
"No. She's your mother."
"Oh, so my mom's your teacher?"
"Yes."
"What'd she teach you?"
"How to use a sword, mostly."
"...You mean cooking, right?"
In a normal world, I wouldn't ask. But this was a world of rampaging superhumans.
"No. I've never learned cooking from my master."
"So that 'sword use' means... Never mind."
No point digging deeper.
"Ravisse, what's my mom like? Scary type?"
"Many people fear her."
"Hmm... Should I be careful around her?"
"No need."
"Why?"
"My master is extremely gentle with you alone."
"Why just me? What's the reason?"
"The phrase 'sore finger' fits best."
Sore finger, huh. Ambiguous—good or bad? It's usually for the kid who causes the most trouble and worry...
Anyway, she cares a lot, so I should try to make a good impression.
"Lemme check the mirror real quick."
I got off the bed and stood before the full-length mirror in the corner.
"Whoa, so this is me?"
A little kid grinned back from the reflection.
The letter said I was 148cm tall—seeing it for real drove it home. At least my face was decent. The kind of cute that stirred protective instincts and maternal love.
"As expected of the young master."
Ravisse approached from behind.
"What suddenly?"
"Right after amnesia, and instead of moping, you're beaming. Your boldness is unmatched."
"Nah. Anyone in my shoes would smile."
I spun around and looked up at her.
"I wake up to find a total babe as my personal maid. How could I not grin?"
"..."
Her eyes widened slightly before snapping back. Testing if flattery worked—unreadable. Poke more?
Bang! The door flew open.
My head whipped toward it naturally. I scanned the intruder.
Tall beauty over 170cm easy. Black hair to her waist, purple eyes. First time seeing real purple irises—cool—but what really grabbed me was...
Whoa... check out those tits?
Her outfit plunged low at the chest, sucking my gaze in. Biggest I'd ever seen IRL.
"Son!"
The tall big-tits beauty looked at me and spoke.
...Son? To me?
I grew up in an orphanage, never knew my parents' faces or if they were alive. But the letter said I had a mom here. Details were vague—was it her?
"Are you okay? Alert? No pain anywhere?"
She closed the distance in a flash, gently touching my cheek to check my color.
"Do you remember? Who I am?"
"Uh..."
I peered at her face—no memories.
"I don't remember."
"Ah..."
Deep disappointment clouded her face. Her eyes grew misty, on the verge of tears. Her expression made me feel guilty, even though I did nothing wrong.
"S-Sorry..."
"What do you have to be sorry for? It was all for me."
She pulled me into a tight hug. My face buried in her ample cleavage. Sweat between her tits moistened my cheeks. Her sweet, feminine scent invaded my nose—ripe peach.
Sue me, but—I was getting hard.
"Um... sorry, but..."
"No need to apologize. If I hadn't been greedy, this wouldn't have happened..."
"No, that's not—" Get off 'cause I'm gonna pop a boner!
Couldn't say it. Brainstorming excuses, she hugged tighter.
Squish...!
"Mmph!"
Vision went dark. My head trapped in her cleavage.
"No need to say more. It'll be fine. We can fix everything, bring it all back..."
She stroked my head back, whispering softly. Sounded like she was comforting herself.
Gasp... Halfway hard already. Didn't wanna ruin the touching moment, but no helping it. She was exactly my type: tall big-tits beauty.
"Mrrgh...!"
I patted her side frantically—let go signal.
Finally escaped her tits. I shoved back a step.
Too late. Full erection.
"What's wrong? Uncomfortable somewh—... Oh?"
Her eyes went wide. Staring at my crotch. Pants bulging obviously. Hands couldn't cover it all.
Why's my dick so huge on this tiny body?
"Ah... Aah..."
She gaped like an idiot, staggering. Face paled like a nightmare.
Makes sense. Her amnesiac son popping a stiffie for his own mom.
I hung my head, staring at the floor.
.......
Suffocating silence stretched as we froze.
"Master."
Thank god Ravisse broke it.
"It's only been ten minutes since the young master woke. He needs more rest alone."
"...Right."
The big-tits beauty finally moved. Looking up, she wobbled like she'd collapse. She slipped out silently like a ghost.
Just me and Ravisse left.
"Young master. No need for self-blame. With amnesia, it's unavoidable."
"...Thanks for the comfort."
Honestly, zero guilt. A stacked babe motorboating my face? Normal guy reaction. She was "mom" on paper, but felt like a stranger. Still, not the vibe to strut, so I played contrite.
"Young master. Follow me. I'll take you to your room."
"Won't run into anyone else on the way?"
Didn't want another awkward scene.
"Probably not. It's not far."
"Good."
Relieved, I stepped out.
"J-Ji-hoon!"
Bam—face-to-face with another woman right away. Another stranger. Hadn't said a word, but she already looked teary.
She didn't seem easy...