Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure Chapter 1 Madame Rose

"Just where am I?"

Darkness was the first thing to greet me when my eyelids fluttered open.

My vision struggled to adjust at first, but thanks to the faint glow of torches flickering outside, the details of my environment slowly became clear.

The most striking feature of the room was the wall made entirely of iron bars.

Inside this cell where I had woken up, there was nothing but a mound of straw, a bowl filled with visibly stagnant water, and a few scraps of... was that bread? Given the thick layer of mold covering it, calling it a piece of fungus would have been more accurate than calling it food.

No matter how I looked at the situation, this was undeniably a prison!

"What the hell is going on? I was just in my bedroom playing that shitty H-game. How did I end up in this dungeon all of a sudden?" I cried out to the empty air.

The only answer I received was the hollow echo of my own voice bouncing off the stone walls.

After a short silence, the creak of a door opening reached my ears. A portal opened, and a cluster of dancing flames appeared.

It was a torch, held aloft by someone approaching.

From my vantage point, I could see two guards entering. They were clad in full leather armor and gripped spears in their hands.

They threw a harsh glare in my direction before marching toward me.

Their expressions made it painfully obvious that they harbored no good intentions whatsoever.

Just as I anticipated, they stopped right in front of my cell and stood there, looming over me.

For some reason, they looked incredibly tall—or at the very least, they seemed much larger than a normal person should look from my perspective.

Was it possible that people in this world were just naturally giants?

While I was lost in thought, one of the guards suddenly thrust his spear through the bars toward me and barked, "Oi, you brat! What do you think you're doing? How dare you cause such a racket! Do you need me to teach you a lesson?!"

Having a sharp spear tip suddenly appear inches from my face was a shock. I couldn't help but stumble backward, losing my balance and landing hard on my rear.

Although the guards maintained stern faces, the cruel glint in their eyes revealed they were enjoying my humiliation...

Without a second thought, I dropped to my knees and pleaded, "Please don't hurt me! I promise I'll stay quiet!"

While I knelt there with my head bowed low, I cast a secret glance upward to read their reactions.

Predictably, as they looked down at me, they couldn't quite hide the smug smirks forming on their lips.

Judging by their gear and age, these were clearly bottom-tier guards. However, even low-level grunts like these enjoyed feeling powerful, usually by bullying whatever helpless prisoners fell into their hands.

As long as I fed their egos a little...

Sure enough, the guards let out another cold snort before warning, "Keep your mouth shut, or we really will give you something to cry about."

They turned and strolled away. I noticed a slight spring in their step as they departed. Manipulating people like this was easy when they were so predictable.

But the real issue remained... I was still trapped in this dungeon.

Why was I even here?

The last memory I had was being in my room, playing that notoriously difficult H-game that everyone complained about. So how did I end up here?

Looking around again, I realized that everything seemed much taller than it should be.

It was as if... I had shrunk.

I turned toward the bowl of water on the floor and peered inside. Though the liquid was murky, it was clear enough to act as a mirror.

It took a moment to focus, but then my jaw dropped at the sight of the reflection.

The face staring back was unfamiliar, yet I recognized it instantly.

It was a youthful face with blonde hair and blue eyes—the face of a beautiful shota!

This was the face of Zwein, the main character from that crappy game I had been playing!

What was going on?

That was my initial thought, but the truth quickly dawned on me.

After all, this was a classic trope in the webnovels of my old world...

Transmigration.

I had somehow been transported into the world of that shitty game!

That meant I must have died in my previous life and been reincarnated into this digital world...

But where was my system? Where was the god who was supposed to grant me overpowered abilities?

Wasn't that the standard procedure?

If I lacked a system or some sort of cheat power in this world... wouldn't I just be waiting for death?

Damn, what a short second life this was going to be...

However, as I studied my face, I had to admit I was exceptionally good-looking.

The features were slightly feminine, but that delicate look gave me a beauty that would appeal to both men and women alike.

After staring blankly at my own reflection for a while, I shook my head to focus on the immediate crisis.

If my memory of the game was correct, the first major event would be starting soon. There was no way I would survive if I remained locked in this cell.

I had to find an escape route before anything else happened.

Unfortunately, I didn't possess any special powers, so there was no obvious way out. It wasn't like I could break through the bars with this small, fragile body.

However, there was one very specific thing to note about this body...

Despite being so small, I possessed a dick so massive that it clearly didn't belong. It wasn't an exaggeration to call it a third leg, even in its flaccid state.

It was terrifying to imagine how large it would become when erect.

It was so substantial that it actually made walking a bit difficult...

Regardless, I endured the discomfort and began searching the cell for any way to flee.

But before I could find a solution, one presented itself.

As I was inspecting the walls, the sound of a door creaking open echoed through the room as light flooded the dungeon once more.

I immediately stopped what I was doing and sat down in the center of the cell. If it was the guards returning, I needed to play the part of the weakling to stroke their egos so they would leave me be.

To my astonishment, it wasn't just them.

While the two guards from earlier were present, they were accompanied by a stunning, mature woman.

This woman possessed long, flowing red hair and piercing green eyes that felt as though they could peer into one's very soul. Her skin was as pale as snow, and her figure appeared to be sculpted by the gods, featuring a slim waist and an incredibly bountiful chest.

Even the way she moved was so seductive that one couldn't help but feel weak at the knees just by watching her.

The woman walked straight to my cell, looking down at me before questioning the guards, "Is this the one?"

The guard nodded frantically in response before stepping forward to jab his spear through the bars again.

Pointing the weapon at me, he barked, "Stand up, you piece of trash! Can't you see the Madame is here? Why aren't you standing and bowing?"

I had been sitting there in a daze until his shouting snapped me out of it.

My shock came from the fact that I recognized this beautiful red-haired woman perfectly.

She was the Madame of the noble house I was currently trapped in—the wife of the Lord Baron, Madame Rose.

And she represented the very first introductory event of the game.