As soon as that woman—who claimed to be my mother—left the room, I started pacing anxiously. I still didn't know how to adjust to this body…
And to make things worse—I really, really had to pee.
Who was I supposed to tell that to?
And more importantly… where the hell was the bathroom in this gigantic palace?
Who do I even ask?
Should I just walk up to someone and say, "Excuse me, I need to use the toilet?"
No! They'd either panic or think the King had officially lost his mind.
No, no. Better idea—I'd just quietly stop a servant and say,
"I need... a place to freshen up... urgently."
Yes, that sounds far more kingly.
With that, I stepped out of my grand chamber, glanced around, and spotted a few servants. I approached a maid and, a little hesitantly, repeated the line I had rehearsed in my head:
"I need... a place to freshen up... urgently."
She looked a bit confused, then gave me a respectful nod and said,
"Shall I prepare your golden bath chamber, my Lord?"
I froze.
Golden?!
That slipped out loud before I could stop myself.
Sweat formed on my brow.
Do rich people pee in style too?
I didn't ask any more questions—I just needed to pee, ASAP. So I nodded and followed the maid through the corridor.
When we reached the area, I stepped toward the restroom… and froze again.
The place looked insane.
Marble floors. A massive tub filled with flower petals. The water was shimmering—golden, even.
This wasn't a washroom, it was a luxury suite for royalty to… well, do their business.
Just as I was recovering from the shock, a maid stepped forward sweetly and said,
"Would you like me to assist you, my Lord?"
I nearly screamed.
Grabbing the door immediately, I stammered,
"NO! I mean... thank you. I can handle... I can pee— I mean, I can manage on my own."
As I shut the door behind me, I muttered under my breath,
Do rich people really need help while peeing too?
Inside, I looked down at the clothes I was wearing. The design was so strange, I had no idea how to even start undressing. After fumbling around for a while, I finally managed to get them off.
That's when I saw… it.
I froze.
Staring at what was clearly my new... ahem… equipment.
What the hell… is that even human-sized?!
I hadn't planned on thinking about it, but the thought still hit me:
If that's the size when it's relaxed… how big does it get when it's… active?!
I mentally shook the thought away and focused on the real issue—finally peeing.
Once I was done, I let out a deep breath of relief.
Mission accomplished.
I stepped out and couldn't help but notice the massive marble bath area nearby. The water smelled incredible—fresh, like blooming flowers and soft oils. I dipped a finger in and found it warm, just the right temperature to relax the body.
Without thinking much, I stepped into the tub.
Although, calling it a "tub" didn't do it justice—it looked more like a miniature pool.
There was an open roof above, and golden curtains hung on all sides. The bath chamber was surrounded by beautiful stone walls, and a large door at the end. It was breathtaking.
As I was admiring the place, I suddenly felt soft fingers brush against both of my arms.
I flinched.
I was about to yell but caught myself in time and slowly turned to either side.
Two beautiful women were seated next to me in the water.
I froze again.
They were both completely naked—only their bodies were hidden beneath the petal-filled water, the roses barely covering their chests.
I, too, was naked in the bath.
And apparently, so were the King's… mistresses?
Yes—those two were apparently his second and third mistresses.
Of course. Of course this day had to get weirder.
I tried not to panic. After all, by now I'd already witnessed plenty of strange things—women wearing barely anything, people acting… oddly affectionate toward me. I took a deep breath and composed myself.
I looked at the two women and asked calmly,
"What are you doing here? And… who exactly are you?"
The women exchanged glances and smiled softly.
Clearly, they had been prepared for this question—knowing that their Lord no longer remembered them.
Flashback;
As the royal healer had already informed all the mistresses that the Queen Mother wished to speak with them urgently, they had gathered outside her chamber, waiting. Not long after she returned from meeting with the Lord, all the mistresses were summoned before her.
The Queen Mother looked at each of them carefully before speaking.
She told them that it was now more important than ever for them to take proper care of the Lord—
To support him in every possible way...
To help him with his daily needs, and most importantly,
To guide him in regaining his lost memories.
She asked them to remind him gently of how they met him, how their bond was formed, and everything about their shared past. She made it clear that helping him recover his memories wasn't just a request—it was a duty they all must fulfill.
All the mistresses listened carefully.
They agreed with the Queen Mother, because deep down, each of them understood what was at stake.
If the Lord never recovered his memory…
If he forgot everything from before…
Then there was a very real possibility that he might never remember them again.
He could even fall for someone new… marry a Queen…
And if that happened, the mistresses—us—would no longer have a place in this palace.
Worse still, even if he did recall some memories, what if he ended up caring less for the ones he once loved the most?
What if his affection shifted toward another mistress… someone he barely noticed before?
None of us wanted that.
Not one of us was willing to lose the place we held in his heart.
Flashback end..
Just as I finished asking who they were, one of the women gently leaned in and said,
"My Lord… have you forgotten us too? I'm Lyra—your second mistress. You once claimed you fell in love with me at first sight."
Before Lyra could continue flattering herself, the other woman—who seemed even more confident—interrupted her. With a playful tone and an affectionate smile, she spoke while brushing herself slightly against me:
"My Lord, how could you possibly forget your sweet, innocent Nova? Don't you remember how much you used to adore me? I'm your third mistress."
She leaned in even closer, her soft curves pressing lightly against my arm, sending a ripple of heat through my body.
Nova had completely cut Lyra off, not letting her finish, and it was clear Lyra didn't appreciate that. Her smile faded, replaced by a flicker of irritation. She clearly noticed how Nova was flaunting herself and couldn't hide the jealousy bubbling inside her.
"I'm older than you, Nova," Lyra snapped gently, still maintaining her elegant poise. "You shouldn't have interrupted me. I was speaking to our Lord first. You could have waited your turn."
Then she, too, pressed herself closer to me—now both of them were so near that I could feel the softness of their chests against both my arms.
At that moment, it finally clicked. These two were indeed this man's mistresses—Lyra and Nova. His second and third.
And honestly? They were starting to drive me insane.
I had come here just to bathe, and now they were practically fighting over me, making it impossible for me to even relax in peace.
Trying to calm my mind, I closed my eyes and breathed in slowly. I wasn't as embarrassed now as I was when I first saw women in barely any clothing. Maybe I was slowly adjusting—or maybe I was just too overwhelmed to react anymore.
All I wanted now… was a peaceful bath.
So, I said with a firm yet polite tone, "Let's talk about this later. Right now, I just want to bathe. Please… could you both step out for a while?"
But instead of leaving, one of them sweetly replied, "My Lord, we can't do that. The Queen Mother specifically ordered us to assist you with everything... especially taking care of your needs."
Before I could protest further, I heard soft footsteps and voices behind me.
I turned my head slightly and saw several young women entering—maids, dressed in barely-there garments. Thin fabric wrapped loosely around their bodies, revealing their long, pale legs and the gentle curves of their chests.
They bowed gracefully and said in unison,
"My Lord, we are here to serve you. We have come to assist you with your bath. Please allow us to help."
Lyra and Nova smiled proudly, clearly pleased by the development. They nodded, granting permission on my behalf, as if this was all perfectly normal.
From their expressions, I could tell—they were more than happy. After all, it had been over a month since they last bathed with the Lord. I could sense a certain longing in their eyes, a desire not just for closeness, but for touch… affection… satisfaction.
They clearly expected me to respond the way the real Lord would have.
I, on the other hand, was stunned.
Before I could even properly refuse, one of the maids stepped forward, reaching out slightly—and I immediately raised my hand.
"No, thank you," I said, trying not to sound too alarmed. "I… I can manage on my own."
But she didn't stop.
She smiled softly but firmly, and I realized—the Queen Mother's order held more weight than my own words right now. Since they believed I had lost my memory, I was no longer the authority on my own needs.
Now I was completely surrounded—two nearly naked women beside me, and several more around me, barely dressed, offering to help me bathe.
I was naked.
And I had no idea how to escape this royal nightmare disguised as a luxury bath.
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Thank you for reading...
Due to not uploading the chapter yesterday, I have written a longer chapter today, so please read it with pleasure.