Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

The woman, oblivious to his presence, had just finished bathing and was in the midst of drying herself. He found himself unable to tear his gaze away, his attention captivated by the sight before him. He could see her naked back. As he watched her, the moment of state of shock stopped abruptly.

Once she had dressed, she turned towards him, her voice gentle and caring, "My li'l pumpkin, have you woken up?" Moving closer, she embraced him, her arms enveloping him in warmth and comfort.

She was really a beautiful woman who seemed to be in her thirties. Her clothing was similar to what they used to wear on Earth. He was staring at her, and his thoughts were still on halt, as he was lost himself, staring at her.

As she held his face in her hands, he looked at her face and he regained himself back.

She was a truly stunning woman, appearing to be in her thirties, with captivating black eyes, elegantly arched eyebrows, and lips that formed a gentle smile. Strands of lustrous black hair cascaded down, adding to her allure. He found himself lost in her presence, his thoughts momentarily suspended as he took in her beauty.

Guiding him out of the room, she settled him on the kitchen table, her attention focused on preparing breakfast. Glancing at the mirror, he caught sight of his reflection, and realization struck. He appeared as a young boy, his previous self seemingly replaced by this unfamiliar form. Confusion clouded his mind as he grappled with the enigma of his circumstances.

Had he truly been transported to another world, or was there more to this perplexing situation?

He looked like a little boy. Coming to his senses, he touched his face and checked his body. He looked at the woman who held him, she was busy preparing him breakfast.

He glanced around the room. It was similar to what he used to have on Earth. He didn't understand anything. 'That man on the throne said that I would be going to the other world, but why is everything similar? Did I reborn into the same world, probably a century back ?'

'Arrrh!' He caught his head, looking in the mirror. 'who is this woman then? This is clearly not my face as my previous self.'

Lost in his thoughts, he observed the woman placing a plate of omelet and roasted bread in front of him

"Li'l pumpkin, will you eat or should I feed you like always?" she asked, sitting beside him.

Her endearing nickname for him, "Li'l pumpkin," stirred his emotions. It had been a long time since anyone had shown him such kindness and love. His family back on Earth had never displayed such concern, never bothered to ask if he had eaten or expressed genuine care. Yet here was this woman, preparing a lovingly cooked breakfast and offering to feed him.

Overwhelmed by the gesture, tears welled up in his eyes and a solitary drop trickled down his young cheek. Startled, the woman inquired, "What's wrong, sweetie? Didn't you like what I made for you?"

Struggling to compose himself, he wiped away the tears, his voice trembling as he responded, "N-Nothing."

"Yes, sweetie," she said, holding his hand.

With tenderness, she wiped his tears and caressed his cheek, concern etched on her face. "Tell me, what's wrong?"

He realized he had been shedding tears without even realizing it, his heart unaccustomed to such genuine care. Swallowing his emotions, he managed to whisper, "Nothing, Mom."

The other time, when he opened his eyes, he saw a woman holding him. At that, time, his vision was not clear as it was a little blurry to him, looking at the woman in front of him now, he remembered that it was her who held him. So he thought that she was his mother. The familiarity in her presence and her nurturing nature affirmed his belief.

"Ah! W-what did you say just now?" she stuttered, her voice filled with surprise and anticipation.

He met her gaze, concern evident in his innocent, round eyes. Taking a moment to gather himself, he repeated, "I said, Mom."

However, a flicker of doubt crossed his mind, questioning whether she truly was his mother. He silently cursed himself, realizing he had mistakenly assumed her identity. 'Wait, is she not my mom?' he thought, feeling a pang of disappointment. 'Fuck, I thought she was my mom.'

"oh my goodness, you called me what!" she exclaimed, her eyes welling up with tears. Embracing him tightly, she pleaded, "Please, call me mom once more."

He returned the embrace, feeling the warmth of her love enveloping him. Concerned by her emotional reaction, he asked, "Mom, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, dear. Just stay here, let me savor this moment a little longer," she replied, her voice filled with a mix of joy and relief.

He couldn't help but feel perplexed. If she wasn't his mother, then why was she so moved by his words? Puzzled, he attempted to recall his early childhood, but a void greeted him instead. No memories from his past few years surfaced, leaving him disoriented and frustrated. 'Fuck! What the hell!

What did that man in white do? Where the fuck did he send me?' he inwardly exclaimed, frustration seeping into his thoughts.

Still nestled in her comforting embrace, he realized that his questions would likely go unanswered. Instead, he resolved to explore this unfamiliar world and learn more about his new circumstances.

Nonetheless, he couldn't deny the solace he found in being cared for by such a loving mother. Reflecting on the countless isekai novels he had read, where protagonists often found themselves without a mother's love, he silently acknowledged his fortune. Tenderly, he wrapped his little arms around her waist, cherishing the connection they shared.

Taking in his surroundings, he observed the walls, doors, and kitchenware. Everything seemed reminiscent of an old movie from the 90s, with walls adorned in flower-patterned wallpaper, exuding a sense of nostalgia and charm. It reminded him of the old movies he watched back then.