Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure Chapter 1 Madame Rose

"Where is this place?"

Darkness was the first sight that greeted me as I awoke.

Adjusting my vision proved difficult at first, yet the faint glow from the torches beyond helped me gradually make out the area around me.

What drew my gaze most strongly was... that barrier entirely composed of iron bars.

Within this chamber where I now resided, only a heap of straw, a basin filled with obviously filthy water, and several chunks of... bread? remained—though the heavy mold covering them made them resemble lumps of fungus more than actual loaves.

Regardless of the angle, this setup screamed prison!

"What's happening? I was simply in my bedroom enjoying that terrible H-game, so why have I abruptly ended up in this underground cell?" I yelled out loud to no one.

Echoing back at me was merely the reverberation of my own words through the dungeon's depths.

Moments later, a creaking noise indicated a door swinging open, followed by the emergence of flickering flames.

Someone clutched that torch in their grasp.

Through the entrance strode two sentries clad in complete leather armor, each armed with a spear.

They shot menacing glares my way prior to approaching.

Their facial expressions betrayed no benevolent motives.

True to my suspicions, they advanced directly to my enclosure and halted, staring me down.

Strangely, they appeared unusually lofty. Or rather, they towered over me in a way that deviated from typical human proportions relative to my size.

Perhaps inhabitants of this realm were inherently gigantic?

While pondering this, one sentry abruptly jabbed his spear between the bars toward me, bellowing, "Hey, you little punk, what gives you the right to raise such a racket! How dare you disturb the peace! Want me to show you some manners?!"

The sudden spear tip inches from my nose proved startling, causing me to recoil and tumble backward onto the floor.

Though their countenances remained severe, the gleams in their eyes revealed they were thoroughly enjoying my discomfort...

Reacting swiftly, I dropped to my knees and pleaded, "Please, no harm! I swear I'll stay silent!"

While bowed low with my gaze averted, I slyly glanced upward to observe their reactions.

Just as anticipated, condescending grins crept across their features as they peered down.

Judging by their attire and apparent age, these were evidently the lowest-rank watchmen. Yet they relished dominating anyone beneath them, often tormenting the captives in their charge.

A little flattery to their pride went a long way...

Predictably, they issued another disdainful huff and warned, "Keep it down, or we'll make good on that lesson."

With that, they departed, their strides carrying an unmistakable bounce of satisfaction. Handling such straightforward types was a breeze.

Yet the core issue lingered: I remained trapped in this cell.

How had I wound up imprisoned here?

My final recollection involved lounging in my quarters, tackling that notoriously frustrating H-game that drew endless gripes for its difficulty— so what brought me to this spot?

Surveying the space, I noticed that... in contrast to expectations, all objects loomed somewhat larger than they should.

It felt as though... my stature had diminished.

Thus, I approached the nearby water bowl and peered inside. Despite the murkiness, the surface offered sufficient clarity for a glimpse of my visage.

Visibility was poor initially, but soon my jaw slackened in shock at the image staring back.

An unknown yet oddly recognizable countenance...

Youthful features framed by golden locks and azure orbs—this belonged to an exquisite shota!

Precisely the protagonist from that lousy game I'd been immersed in: Zwein!

What in the world was this?

That initial shock raced through my mind, but realization dawned swiftly.

Such occurrences were staples in tales from my former life...

Transmigration.

Somehow, I'd been reborn into this very game!

Implying my prior existence had ended abruptly, hurling me into this virtual realm...

So where was the interface panel, or the deity meant to bestow golden fingers upon me?

Didn't those stories always follow that pattern?

Lacking a system or extraordinary abilities in this game's dangers... I'd be doomed from the start.

What a tragically brief existence...

Still, gazing at this reflection, I conceded its striking allure.

Delicately androgynous traits lent an appeal that captivated both genders equally.

Lost in admiration of my new appearance for several moments, I abruptly cleared my thoughts to address the pressing crisis.

Recalling the plot, the opening scenario approached rapidly, and confinement here guaranteed my demise.

Priority one: devise an escape plan.

Ultimately, without supernatural gifts, options were slim. After all, brute-forcing free from these bars with my diminutive frame was impossible.

One peculiar attribute of this form stood out, however...

Proportioned to this small build was a manhood so disproportionately massive it defied logic. Calling it a third limb wasn't hyperbole, especially flaccid as it was.

Imagining its aroused state sent chills of apprehension.

Its sheer size complicated even basic movement...

Nevertheless, I endured the discomfort and scoured the cell for any exit opportunity.

Yet prior to discovering anything, deliverance arrived unsolicited.

Amid my exploration, another door groaned ajar, flooding the space with illumination once more.

I halted instantly, settling cross-legged at the center. Should the sentries return, displaying vulnerability would appease their vanity and prompt their retreat.

Surprisingly, it wasn't solely them.

The previous pair accompanied a stunning, earthy beauty into the chamber.

This voluptuous lady boasted cascading crimson tresses and mesmerizing emerald eyes that pierced like they unveiled hidden truths. Porcelain skin gleamed flawlessly, her divine silhouette—complete with curvaceous hips and bountiful bosom—crafted by celestial hands.

Her graceful gait alone exuded such allure that beholders instinctively yielded.

She approached my cage directly, scrutinized me, then queried the guards, "Is this the boy?"

One nodded affirmatively, prompting the other to thrust his spear between the bars.

While aiming at me, he barked, "On your feet, you worthless scum! Don't you recognize the lady's presence? Show some respect and bow!"

I'd been lost in reverie until his outburst jolted me.

Recognition dawned: this radiant scarlet-haired figure entering with the guards was no stranger.

She was the lady of this aristocratic household, spouse to Baron Lord, Madame Rose.

And the game's inaugural encounter at that.