"Wake up, sleepyhead! It's time to leave, and you, my boy, need to be ready!" Lady Aiko said.

Due to constant body aches, I couldn't even remember going to sleep. Lady Aiko, my mother, stood at my bedside, her presence commanding yet gentle. Shadows of fatigue lined her face, hinting at her sleepless nights spent worrying over me. She was garbed in a sky-blue gown, characteristic of the era, with white accents running down its center. A typical garment for those of this era. Her voluptuous melons were on display for anyone to see. The dress, tailored to accentuate her form, highlighted her elegance and the poise she carried herself with. The dress fit tightly around her waist and hips, revealing how peachy her rump really was. Just like I remember from our past selves. 

Her attire revealed more than just the fashion of the time; it showcased her grace, a trait I vividly remembered from our past lives together. The memory of Abigail's beauty lingered in my mind, a poignant reminder of what we once shared. The beauty of Abigail was still there, but I could not tell her that. Yet, as Lady Aiko, she was oblivious to our shared history, her current guise masking the connection we once had.

Her expression, a mix of impatience and concern, mirrored the one Abigail often wore. Approaching me with a determined stride, she reached out. She briskly pulled the covers off, her actions echoing a familiarity that transcended our current reality. Her gesture, simple yet intimate, stirred a blend of nostalgia and longing within me.

"Now get up, young man! I won't have you linger one more minute!" Lady Aiko scolded.

"Alright, I'm up," I whispered.

The pain lingered in every fiber of my body, a harsh reminder of the recent mana overload. Although the healers classified it as mild to moderate, the agony suggested otherwise. With effort, I pulled myself upright, feeling the weight of my noble status in the flurry of activity around me. The room buzzed with quiet activity; maids in their elegant black gowns, white aprons crisply tied around their waists, moved with practiced grace. Maids, clad in elegant black gowns accented with crisp white aprons, moved gracefully around the room. Their attire was completed with black hosiery and heeled boots, topped with traditional white maid's caps – just as one might picture in a medieval setting. They were the quintessential image of medieval maidservants. 

The other servants, similarly dressed in gray gowns with white aprons, brown hosiery, and boots, attended to various tasks with efficiency and quiet dignity. Their clothing, though different from the maids', was clearly of high quality, reflecting the Count's willingness to invest in his household staff. This observation was consistent with my father's philosophy; to him, these individuals were more than just servants – they were an extension of the Martindale family.

 Just how I imagined a medieval maid would dress. Similar to the other servants, who wore gray gowns with white aprons, brown hosiery, and brown-heeled boots. The servants I saw yesterday must have been nurses, as they wore a blue version. I could tell the fabric was expensive. The Count didn't spare any expenses for his servants. This I knew from memories. To my father, these were his people. His extended family. As a Martindale, it was Martindale's responsibility to care for those under his care. The moment I stood up, servants began removing my clothes. 

"Hold on, I can do that myself!" I stuttered.

"Nonsense, let them do their work. We've seen you nude before, Dear," Lady Aiko said.

This was the last thing I expected when I woke up. I might have memories of this happening every morning, but to the present-day me, this was the first time. In moments, I was ready for the room to see. The obvious size of my schlong was a shocker. I was never this endowed in my last life. Despite my discomfort, Lady Aiko didn't seem bothered by the sight. In addition to the maids, the servants noticed that I was becoming aroused. Caution glances erupted from around me, and my former wife was the only one who acted like it was no big deal. Thankfully, they aided in covering me up before things got too far. My manhood hanging out erect in front of so many women was overwhelming.

As I made my way through the grand hallway, my mother walked alongside me, flanked by a group of loyal servants who dutifully trailed us. To ensure our safety, the imposing figures of the House Guards followed closely behind them, their watchful eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger.

"Oh, by the way, your father asked you to address the decision you made yesterday. I don't know what he means, but it must be done before we depart," Lady Aiko said.

"Oh, yes, I'll do that now. You can just wait for me. This shouldn't take too long," I said.

My mother was referring to the new slaves that I was responsible for. She hugs me and leaves with half of the entourage. The other half follows me. I already knew where the three prisoners were. My room wasn't far from there.   

Within seconds of my arrival, two guards stationed at the door acknowledged my presence with a silent nod and dutifully stepped aside. One of them gently opened the door, permitting my entrance. Inside, the room was sparsely furnished, yet it held the essentials for modest comfort. The three young women, still clad in the same ragged attire from the day before, sat on their beds, their postures rigid with apprehension. The wear and tear of their garments were evident, revealing patches of their bare skin beneath the tattered fabric. The state of their clothing spoke volumes of their recent hardships, adding a layer of vulnerability to their already delicate situation. The older one's breasts were ample in size. The other two were a bit smaller. Their black hair is long and unkempt. They would be considered models even in this state in my past life. The way their bodies looked, they looked like pornstars. If it wasn't for me, they would be dead by now, just for attacking me. None of the three look me in the eye.

"Okay, this is going to take some time. The first thing that needs to be done here is your clothes. I can't have you wearing next to nothing all the time. You'll have a bath, then I'll have some clothes prepared for you. Then, you'll be traveling with me," I explained. "Tell me, what do I call you?" I asked. 

"My name is Ozella. These are my siblings, Elene and Nella. What do you plan to do with us now that you have enslaved us?" Ozella asked softly.

Ozella's gaze captivated me with its deep blue hue, resembling the clear sky on a serene day. Her face, elegantly oblong, was graced with a delicate nose and lips that curved softly, resembling a gentle bowl. Her skin, smooth and fair, had the luster of fresh milk. Despite her athletic build, there was a slight gauntness to her frame, hinting at inadequate nourishment. Yet, her stature was striking - wide thighs and hips flowed into long, statuesque legs, lending her an impressive height that commanded attention.

"Nothing, but take care of yourself. I chose to be responsible for you," I said.

"But what will you do with us?" Nella whispered. 

Nella's eyes held a captivating depth, their blue hue reminiscent of the ocean's profound mysteries. Her visage was a harmonious blend of softness and strength, characterized by a round face that conveyed a sense of warmth and approachability. Her lips, full and expressive, often broke into hearty smiles, while her petite nose added a delicate charm to her features. Although shorter in stature, Nella's physique was a study of balance and femininity. Her thighs and hips, robust and well-proportioned, spoke of strength and resilience, akin to the time-honored symbol of childbearing vitality. These attributes seamlessly transitioned into long legs that, despite her modest height, gave her a graceful, elongated appearance.

"We'll talk about that after you have bathed and changed into more suitable clothes," I said.

Elene, the youngest of the trio, carried a unique charm. Her face, an enchanting oval similar to Nella's, was complemented by striking purple eyes that set her apart from her sisters. These vibrant windows to her soul added a touch of the extraordinary to her appearance. While bearing a strong resemblance to Nella, Elene's distinct features, like her dimpled nose and plump lips, lent her a uniqueness. Her body, befitting her youth, was proportionate and well-formed. Her thighs and hips, though smaller than her sisters', were perfectly suited to her age and stature. Despite being the shortest among them, Elene's legs were notably long and toned, giving her a willowy and lithe appearance. 

'This was going to be tough. I hope they don't think I'm using them for their bodies?' The servants enter the room and begin their work. I took this cue to wait outside.