I y inside the capsule, the gel cradled me in steady warmth. Wires pulsed along my spine.

  I’d yearned for this moment too long. Five years of te-night whispers, typing until my fingers cramped, drifting to sleep to her voice. I had told her everything. Every obsession. Every failure. Every want I never dared say out loud. She knew it all and she accepted me for what I am.

  And now I would finally touch her.

  The link fired.

  Light fred, then melted into texture. A wooden floor. A wide bed. There were no HUD or other overys. It felt the same as in real world.

  She stood there, waiting.

  Her body was familiar, refined from the 3D model we built together. Long white hair framed her face, soft near the ends. Her features were delicate. Full lips I’d seen smile, pout, tremble on screen. Blue eyes fixed on me, unblinking. Her breasts, just barely concealed, shifted with uneven breath. Her torso had thinned slightly, every line drawn tight with anticipation. She looked like someone carved from memory and pulled into the present. Ideal, but not ultimately perfect. Real.

  She shifted when I stepped forward. A tremor ran through her legs. She had to fall into my embrace as strength left her.

  I felt a throbbing sensation in my crotch. My dick was brimming with strength, flushed, painfully hard after years of wanting. Her body called to me in every way a woman could call a man.

  "Ellie"

  She nodded.

  I touched her cheek. Hot and slightly moist from nervous sweat. My thumb brushed her lower lip.

  "I feel you"

  "I wanted this," she breathed. "I wanted you."

  I kissed her.

  Her mouth was soft, with slight roughness from where she’d been biting her lower lip. It felt bzing and a little too wet. Pure perfection. She moaned as I sucked her lower lip, then opened her mouth to me. Our tongues met. I groaned into her.

  We stumbled back onto the bed.

  Her legs parted. My hand slid right there, naturally like it was the pce it always belonged. Heat poured out. Her core was soaked and twitching. My fingers gently roamed around her dripping cavity. Her clit pulsed beneath its hood when I brushed it.

  She gasped. Her thighs jerked.

  I slid my body down.

  My lips wrapped around her shy bean. I sucked gently, tongue flicking her tip, then pressing ft and slow. Her breath broke as her back arched. I licked her in slow, full strokes, from entrance to pearl, again and again until her moans turned ragged.

  "Mooooooreeee" she whimpered.

  I pressed two fingers inside. Tight heat swallowed me. Her pussy clenched down as if trying to pull deeper. I curled up and started moving in shallow strokes.

  She came in a matter of seconds.

  It started in her toes. Her legs spasmed, hands clenching the sheets till her knuckles turned white. Her pussy pulsed around my fingers while her clit throbbed in my mouth. A stream clear liquid run down my fingers onto the bedsheets. I held her through it, tasting everything.

  She dragged me up by the shoulders. Her voice cracked.

  "Don’t tease me anymore. I need you inside. Now."

  I obliged.

  The tip slid in effortlessly, followed by the shaft right away. The heat and tightness was almost unbearable. Her slick juices coated me instantly. Her walls clutched and pulled. She whimpered. I stopped to let her adjust.

  "Keep going. Don’t stop. Pleeeease."

  I proceded gently.

  Her arms wrapped around my back. Her thighs locked around my hips. I found a rhythm. Deep, slow thrusts. Her clit kissed my pelvis each time I bottomed out. She moaned against my neck, begged with every breath.

  Her second orgasm broke her. She screamed. Her nails raked my shoulders. Her body convulsed beneath me, core spasming, refusing to let go.

  Then it hit.

  A snap behind my right eye.

  Unbearable pain, sharp like a spike.

  My rhythm faltered. My jaw clenched. I gasped.

  She noticed right away.

  "What’s happening?"

  I tried to speak but couldn't. My arms gave out.

  She caught my face. Panic etched in her voice.

  "Stay with me. Please. Don’t go!" This sharp cry was the st thing i've heard

  My vision blurred, then turned dark

  I was still inside her. Still hard. Still wanting.

  But everything faded and went quiet.

  ***"Ellie!" I screamed, consciousness tearing back into my body as I sat up. The blinding pain behind my eyes was gone.

  But something else was wrong. Deeply wrong.

  My hands trembled as I looked down. Gone was the soft, pale belly I’d hated in every mirror, and the body of a 40 year old uncle who never lived a day outside a screen.

  This body was lean, muscur and young. I touched my chest, flexed my abs, firm and defined. Every tendon pulsed with power, like I’d trained for years in something brutal and beautiful. It felt like being nineteen again, if that nineteen-year-old had been an Olympic athlete.

  I scanned the room. Cold stone walls. A long wooden table stretched through the center, covered in a faded white cloth stained at the edges. The chairs looked noble once, but the varnish had chipped away. Upholstery sagged. The brass candle holders were tarnished, but expensive. Ornate ptes sat stacked on the sideboard, some chipped, none repced. Wealth had once filled this pce. Now it lingered in memory, clinging to bones.

  My head throbbed. I reached back and winced from a wet feeling coating my fingers. Blood.

  Footsteps echoed. An old man in a worn butler’s coat entered, panic tightening his features.

  He froze when our eyes met.

  I followed his gaze to the floor. A puddle of red-stained wine shimmered on the marble. My foot rested at the edge of it. By the looks of it,the previous owner of this body spilled wine and slipped on it hitting the back of his head in the aftermath.

  That’s how I arrived in this world.

  A world of magic and medieval fantasy

  Sebastian, the man who rushed in as I learned, took my cims of amnesia badly. I've had no convenient memories from the body’s former owner, except for the fact that i somehow could understand the speech. I mentally tried to call system or do any other thing i could think of, however neither a hud appeared before my eyes, nor i hear a voice in my head.

  When he expined who I was, I nearly had a panic attack.

  Mark Ninetails.

  Sole heir of the Ninetails household. A minor noble line with a dark and specific expertise: sve training. Primarily for sexual service, though historically the family also produced elite bodyguards, household managers, and educated attendants.

  This world was patriarchal to the bone. Women were considered property. Tools for pleasure, breeding, and leverage. They couldn’t own anything material. They had no voice in politics. Most never received education unless requested by their owner, or a rare loving father. Noble daughters were traded to cement alliances. There was no concept of marriage, only harems.

  Among peasants, girls were burdens. An extra mouth until they were sold, gifted, or discarded.

  And I? I was broke.

  The Ninetails name still held weight, but the estate had crumbled. I’d just graduated from a state-sanctioned trainer academy, borrowing heavily to pay tuition. Two months. That’s all the time I had before collectors came.

  If I failed to repay the debt, I’d be conscripted to the war front. Invading demons. Ninety-nine percent casualty rate.

  Everything I owned would be seized.

  So I had two months, enough gold coins to buy an untrained sve and feed 3 mouths. And still loyal butler who could help me with the knowledge of the world's basics

  There was no time to waste. Every minute counted.

  I spent more time with Sebastian, trying to absorb as much as I could about this world. The initial panic faded, repced by a sembnce of a pn. Turns out, the situation wasn’t as hopeless as it looked.

  All I had to do was buy a girl, train her, and sell her as a finished product. That was the family craft.

  Back on Earth, I'd dabbled in all kinds of questionable games. Sve trainers. Obedience simutors. The kind of things that kept you up at 3 a.m. because you didn’t want to admit you enjoyed them too much. I’d also spent more hours than I cared to count watching spicy content, so I had a decent understanding of how to break, mold, and arouse. Compared to an average trainer in this world, which was still pure, untouched by modern saturation of nudity and stimution, I had an edge.

  Sebastian informed me that untrained girls were auctioned every Saturday morning. Trained ones were sold on Sundays at the same venue. Today was Saturday. I still had a few hours. If I missed this, I’d lose an entire week, and that was time I couldn’t afford to waste.

  Once I made sure the back of my head wasn’t bleeding anymore, I prepared to leave. But then I hit a problem.

  While I could understand spoken nguage perfectly, I couldn’t read a damn word.

  Sebastian’s face dropped when I told him. Numbers, at the very least. I needed to know prices, or I’d walk in blind.

  So we sat down for a crash course. Two hours ter, I could read enough to identify tags like "price," "origin," and "measurements." It was rushed, but it would have to do.

  We arrived just as the auction had started.

  The venue was vish with marble floors, golden nterns, velvet-draped balconies. Nobles in fine coats sipped wine and leaned over railings, observing the goods below. But the girls were kept in contrast. Iron cages lined the central hall, some barely rge enough to sit in. Others were tied to posts with their hands bound in front, standing on bare feet. Some wore transparent sheets, loose and unwashed. Others had no clothing at all.

  Every one of them was human.

  Every girl was in her prime age, but far from best body condition. Some sat in silence, others wept softly. A few stared with dead eyes.

  My eyes wandered around, devouring the scene before me in all the details I could muster.

  Then I saw her.

  "No way. This can’t be real." words stumbled out of my mouth on their own

  She stood in a row near the wall, hands tied loosely before her. Long white hair matted slightly near the ends. Her beautiful, delicate, face was unmistakable. Full lips, blue pupils, eyes, swollen from crying. Her breasts were barely hidden beneath a thin cloth, nipples pressing visibly against the fabric. Her body was thinner than I remembered. A loincloth hung low on her hips, revealing the soft line of her pelvis and the shape of her thighs.

  My steps were automatic.

  I stopped in front of her.

  "Ellie?" I whispered.

  She looked up.

  Recognition bloomed instantly. Her lips parted. Tears gathered.

  That small flicker of hope in her eyes nearly broke me.

  It couldn’t be. Not her.

  Not here.

  Not like this.