Patrick was being suited up by some maids all over him, putting him in a suit and applying some light makeup.
They even bathed him like a kid. Of course, they didn't notice his clearly seven-inch dick since it wasn't erect yet; it looked like four and a half when not erect. The maids ignored it and washed Patrick carefully like a baby.
Patrick was uncomfortable the entire time and barely controlled his cock's erection by closing his eyes. Not that the maids were naked, they were fully uniformed, but Patrick was not used to this kind of treatment.
After fully clothing Patrick in a suit with a bowtie, they led him to a huge table.
Finally, I can eat.
The long table had a lot of food, something you'd see in a rich household. Patrick sat down on the right side of the table. His old butler sat beside him, two seats apart, because they ain't gay.
Patrick started chomping down on the food. I mean, it's rare for a poverty-stricken guy on Earth like him to experience this luxury, so dig in he does. The old butler did not mind the young master's manners, as he too was eating like a beggar.
The butler looked more refined now, as though he'd just had a bath, and his beard was well-trimmed. Still, the red veins on the sides of his pupils were evident.
"Young Master, the maids found a semen-filled page crumpled underneath your bed."
The old butler, Reidward, said this as a matter-of-fact conversation, as though it was the most natural thing in the world, his hands casually cutting steak and drinking water.
He wanted to have a casual conversation with the young master since Patrick had been in a coma for a long period of time.
Patrick almost spat out his steak but controlled himself. It was rare enough for him to have such good food, and it would be bad manners to spit it out for simple comedic effect.
Patrick would rather the steak enter his nasal passage than waste it, letting it drip onto his nose rather than spilling it.
"Uh, uh, uh, yep. Yep. Young men have to ejaculate once in a while, right?"
He said "uh, uh, uh" as he tried to think of a way to deflect the topic. "Yep. Yep" was his method of adding noise when he needed time to think. So Patrick decided to counter the unpredictable question with another question, trying to use humor to make it sound less embarrassing, grinning like an idiot.
"Of course, but you have to save it up for actual intercourse, Young Master. It's much better not to use it at all and save your vigor for more energy."
The old butler used this chance to educate the young master, slowly speaking to make his point clearer.
He nodded his head downward when making eye contact with the young master as a subtle way to convey his slight disappointment.
Patrick nodded back as the butler lectured. He chose to eat another piece of steak rather than respond.
"More years of saved semen make sure you can impregnate Valeria faster," the old butler said matter-of-factly, staring seriously at the young master.
Patrick was about to laugh at the butler's words but ended up choking on his steak. This made him huff and puff to control his remaining laughter. He calmed down after five seconds.
"I guess so..." Patrick chose his automatic answer of "I guess so" when he didn't know what to say.
"Follow me." The old butler smiled, stood up from his chair, and waved a hand back as an invitation for Patrick to follow.
Patrick followed Reidward, the old butler, and they both walked out of the establishment. As they exited, Patrick looked back at the place. It looked like a business for fixing machines, evident from the name at the front: Fix Machines.
A carriage was waiting outside for both of them. Reidward, the old butler, sat down first, then Patrick followed, sitting inside the surprisingly spacious carriage.
"Where are we going... uh, sir?" Patrick was about to call the butler a beggar, but once he took a closer look at the man, he looked more like an old, fashionable gentleman.
"To Valeria. Do your best to flirt with her, Young Master."
Reidward, the old butler, closed his eyes after responding as the carriage began moving, the sound of horses' hooves filling the air. Patrick responded with an awkward smile.
I'm still not used to this. It looks like I've reincarnated...
With all these increasingly absurd situations, Patrick tried to make sense of it. Dying via truck and living in this new world was something he was coming to terms with.
So I guess this is a new world...
Patrick closed his eyes and waited until they arrived. After a few hours, he drifted into a nap, leaning his head against the wall of the carriage, feeling the vibrations of movement. Eventually, he laid down on the seat to rest. The movement slowed and stopped after some time. Reidward, the old butler, tapped Patrick's shoulder to wake him up. Patrick was a light sleeper, so he opened his eyes and was met with the old butler's red-veined pupils. Seemingly used to it, he sat up and adjusted his suit to prepare himself.
"Let's get going, Young Master. Valeria is waiting."
Reidward looked more excited than Patrick. He brushed back some strands of hair from the young master's face, his hands trembling slightly, almost as though Patrick's face were made of porcelain. Feeling like he was being molested by the old butler's gaze, Patrick slapped his hand away, fixing the strands himself. The butler didn't seem to mind the slap. The old butler exited the carriage first and waited for Patrick to follow.
Patrick pushed the curtains aside, stepped out of the open door, and stood on the ground. The old butler remained at an appropriate distance, ensuring Patrick made a good first impression.
I guess I'm meeting this Valeria now. Is she even that pretty?
Patrick tilted his head up to project confidence, just as he used to do in the slums back on Earth to show he wasn't someone to mess with. He eased his shoulders and placed his hands in his pockets to perfect the act. He looked ahead and froze, dazzled by the girl approaching him.
Woah... that girl is who I can marry? No shit. Old man, I'm gonna impregnate her like you said.
Patrick hid his lustful expression with a sweet smile, though he thought it was just a normal one. Any normal girl would have been charmed by his handsome smile. Patrick had never talked to a girl properly in his life. A total virgin, he didn't even have much experience talking to other men, which made him a target for bullies back on Earth. Even with his fake confidence act, he kept doing it when he was bullied. They found it weird, but Patrick thought it looked cool, so he stuck with it. Most bullies avoided him because of his strangeness.
Valeria was surprised by Patrick's smile. She was the richest duke's daughter, and Patrick's face was as handsome, or even more so, than most princes'. Her long, wavy red hair framed her face with natural bangs, and her green eyes glinted with innocence. Combined with her elegant dress, she looked like a sweet, innocent gem.
Patrick, enthralled by her beauty, stepped forward, leaving a meter of space between them and extended his hand, expecting a handshake. He was surprised by his own boldness. There was no turning back now. There was a beautiful girl in front of him, after all.
"Lady Valeria, nice to meet you. Bro."