Greg sat there on the edge of the wooden bed, staring at his new hands in disbelief.
They were smaller and smoother than before but with calluses from what must have been years of sword training.
As the shock started to settle, fragments of memories from the game flooded his mind like a glitchy replay.
He remembered "Intertwined Hearts in the Court" all too well, that Eroge game where players romanced hot princesses and nobles in a glittering kingdom.
Christy, though, was never a romance option.
She was just the background character, the loyal knight who guarded Princess Xenia with unbreakable devotion.
Xenia was the star, the beautiful heroine with flowing silver hair and a heart full of kindness, always caught in dramatic love triangles.
Greg had always skipped Christy's scenes because they were boring, full of duty and zero drama.
He shook his head, trying to clear the fog, but then he felt something strange down below.
Curiosity got the better of him, so he peeked under the rough tunic.
His eyes went wide again.
There, nestled between his legs, was not what he expected at all.
It was a "legendary sword," as he jokingly called it in his head, fully equipped and ready for action in a way that made his old body seem like a rusty butter knife.
"Okay, this is weird," he muttered to himself with a nervous laugh. "I went from zero experience to... this? Talk about an upgrade."
Before he could process it further, the door creaked open, and a fellow knight stepped in.
She was tall and muscular, with short brown hair and a scar across her cheek, probably one of Christy's comrades from the royal guard.
She froze for a second, her eyes locking onto Greg…no, onto Christy with a hungry gleam.
Without a word, she crossed the room in two strides and dropped to her knees.
Greg barely had time to react as she leaned in and started licking the "sword" with wild passion, like it was the tastiest ice cream cone on a hot day.
The sensation hit Greg, he had been a virgin back on Earth, never even kissed anyone thanks to his shut-in lifestyle, so this was overload central.
Waves of pleasure crashed through him, making his toes curl and his breath hitch.
"Whoa, hold on, this is... oh god," he gasped, his voice still high and feminine.
It built up fast, too fast, and before he knew it, he climaxed right there, spilling into her mouth.
She swallowed it, her eyes glazed over with pure desire, as if she had just discovered the secret to eternal happiness.
Greg slumped back against the wall, panting and dazed.
But just as he started to catch his breath, the door swung open again.
Footsteps echoed in the room, and a new voice called out sharply, "Christy? What's going on in here?"