The sound of the horn still rang in my ear when I woke up. It was constant and somewhat distant. Gradually I realized that it sounded more like an alarm in the room, alerting me to something happening.

I felt like I was lying on the floor, my eyes still closed, and my head was wet with liquid running down the side of my face. I slowly became aware of my own body, and something about it felt different, but I couldn't tell what. 

When I finally took the courage to open my eyes, I was greeted by a red light flashing brightly in my surroundings. It was uncomfortable enough to make me close my eyes again and try to open them more cautiously the second time. 

The light flickered at the same time with the alarm, almost at the same rhythm as it blared the red of the emergency light bulbs that glowed brightly. That was the first thing I could notice, but there was more. There were voices and other noises that I couldn't immediately identify. All muffled by the sound of the screeching alarm, even a sound that seemed to be closer to me. A voice was saying something, but the ringing in my ear and the confusion in my mind as I woke up made it impossible for me to hear what it was, who it was, let alone what it said. 

I brought one hand to the wet liquid in the corner of my face, and to no surprise, the damp fingers I got to the front of my face came up with a very familiar reddish colouration. It was blood, and from the amount I could feel dripping onto the skin of my face, there was a good amount of it. 

I thought about finally getting up, analyzing if the blood was mine. After all, there was no sign of pain in any part of my body, much less my head. Then another sensation caught my attention. A hand was holding my arm, the same arm I had moved to analyze the liquid dripping from my forehead. 

The touch was delicate, from a soft hand, I could only imagine as being from a woman. Perhaps my sister, sorry for what she had done, came to my rescue. 

I would make her pay dearly for everything that happened. Make her remember and regret it for the rest of her life

And well, showing up half-naked to the entire internet was already a good punishment to begin. 

I looked up at the owner of the hand still holding my arm. Slowly I could hear the voice next to me more clearly. It seemed to be coming from this person who was touching me and didn't sound like Erika's voice. The words were more discernible now, in a beautiful and concerned voice. 

"Master, Master! You finally woke up, Master! How are you...?" 

When I entirely lifted my gaze to the figure showing such concern for me, my eyes were met with a sight I had never expected to see in my entire life. At least not the way I see it now. 

The first thing I came across was the voluptuous cleavage. The huge breasts of a seemingly soft white skin almost popped out from that sexy outfit she was dressed in. 

The color of the garment was already known to me, from the white bodysuit with an opening in the middle that let the skin show through to almost the end of the belly, with the gold details and even the blue fishnet stocking covering the shapely legs. 

I noticed all the perfect details. At first, the clothes and only then the face, the golden hair caught in that braid at the back of her head, framing the noble face with that worried expression. The lips were still moving, calling to me, but now I cared for nothing more than to assess how real her presence was. 

It didn't take long to surrender to the madness of that situation. Accepting that Artoria Pendragon, the noble spirit of the Ruler class, stood before me. 

Her hair was still missing the rabbit ears, and the blond strands were messy, but nothing that would ruin her beauty. 

I mean, nothing would ruin the beauty of a woman like that. 

I immediately thought I was dreaming, although the touch of her fingers on my arm was a genuine sensation for a dream. 

I started to stand up, and her arms helped me while holding my shoulders. This made her cleavage end up against my chest. That feeling also felt very real, as did the erection that began to form between my legs. 

Even in a confusing environment, it was impossible not to feel aroused when a woman in a bunny outfit and breasts that size rubbed against you. 

After finally seated, I looked at her face, still distressed, perhaps because I hadn't said anything since my awakening. She kept calling me Master and asking me about my condition. Her arms were still touching my shoulders; by instinct, I touched one of her arms. 

I slid my hand from the wrist halfway up her arm, at his bend, and looked from there to her face, now embarrassed by my gesture. 

"Artoria." I tested her name, and she sounded alert. It was her. 

"Yes, Master? Are you okay, sir, why don't you say anything?" She removed one of her hands from my shoulder, but not the one where I was touching her arm. 

"It was just confusion when I woke up, I wasn't hearing you very well. I'm better now. Are you okay?" I needed to know where we were and what was happening. In the distance, I could make out the sound of running footsteps. But first, I had to maintain a normal dialogue with her. I didn't need to let on that I had no idea where we were or what was going on. 

"I'm fine, Master. But we need to get out of here, Master has been unconscious for a long time! Masters and servants are being sent to some places, we need to go too!" She didn't move, even though she seemed in a hurry. 

I looked around. We were in some monitoring room, or what had once been one. The monitors that were left flashed a warning message in shades of red. The rest were either lying on the floor or cracked. A few machines were lying around that I had no idea what they were, even though I was trying to pull from my mind all my memories about the history of Fate Grand Order. 

Yes, I realized that I was in a place connected to that game. Bizarre as it may seem. The presence of Artoria turned out to be an indicator that I was no longer in my previous life. Whether it was a dream or something else, I would try to understand what was happening first, rather than getting scared or getting desperate. Putting together what information I had so far, it was obvious that the place I am now has something to do with the Fate franchise. 

I'm not such an idiot that I can't join the dots. 

It could be a reincarnation, which is quite ironic, dying just to revive in the game world that was my last sight. Waking up next to the character that was the last thing I looked at before I died. 

I stood up without answering the woman again. I stopped holding her arm before standing up. She gave me some space and also stood up, staring at me eagerly for any word I could say, but before I gave her all the attention she deserved, I looked down at my body. 

As I imagined, the feeling was different from my previous body. I was more athletic, tanned, and with a prominent bulge in my pants. 

The black sleeveless shirt clung to my torso, outlining my prominent muscles. The gray pants were a bit looser; to top it off, I was barefoot. It was as if I had just woken up in my sleep clothes. 

When I looked again at the beautiful woman next to me, I noticed that her eyes were fixed on my waist, specifically on the volume of my pants. 

I couldn't help but crack a bastard smile at that image. 

"Artoria, we need to help others, I understand that, but first I need to clean myself up, change these clothes. I'm also a little confused about what's going on. Is there somewhere I can change and we can talk without this noise?" 

"Of course, Master. You have your quarters, every Master has one." She seemed confused in explaining to me something I should already know. 

There was no problem in that confusion. Being in a quieter place, I could make up any excuse to find out what I needed.

"Okay, then take me there." Even though she found my order strange, she nodded in agreement and walked off ahead. 

As she passed and walked before me, I couldn't help but notice her round, voluminous ass covered only by the blue fabric pantyhose. Her hips rolled in her graceful walk. 

My bulge increased, becoming even more marked in my pants. Luckily she went ahead and didn't look back since I followed her immediately. 

Where we were, there was no one else. The footsteps I heard earlier must have been in the direction of another corridor. So much the better. If no one got in our way to my room, I could have a moment alone with Artoria. 

Since I was her Master, it wouldn't be wrong if I gave her some orders, would it?

Distracted by my thoughts and my throbbing cock under my pants, I reached into my pockets, and on the left one, I found an object I was sure what was about. 

For some reason, my cell phone, with its screen still cracked from being thrown by my sister out the window, came with me into this world.