Chapter 3: Big package

Sunlight slapped Alex across the face, dragging him out of the black void.

He groaned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His head throbbed with a dull ache, like the aftermath of a three-day gaming marathon fueled only by caffeine and bad decisions.

He blinked, looking around the room.

Yesterday, the gold-crusted walls and museum-quality paintings had felt alien. Now? They felt normal. Familiar, even.

“Right,” Alex muttered, his voice raspy. “Download complete.”

The memories had settled. The lavish room didn’t feel like a movie set anymore; it was just his room.

He knew exactly where he was. He was inside Erosbound. The game developers had taken every popular tag—Fantasy, Academy, Adventure, Harem, Erotica—threw them into a blender, and hit ’Puree’ to create this chaotic world.

And his role?

“I’m a mob,” he sighed, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. “I’m not the hero. I’m not the villain. I’m Alex Edelhart, the extra.”

He ran a hand through his silky hair. The identity wasn’t bad on paper. He was the youngest child and only son of the Edelhart Duchy. His parents doted on him to a sickening degree, which explained why his dorm room looked like a miniature palace.

“Heir to a Duchy. Rich. Loved. Sounds great, right?” Alex scoffed at the empty room. “Wrong.”

He was currently at the Celestia Institute, the continent’s largest academy. It was built on the neutral Isle of Avalon following the last Great Human-Demon War. It was a symbol of peace where all races—humans, elves, beastkin, even demons—could learn together.

It sounded noble. In reality, it was a lawless jungle.

Because the Academy was neutral ground, outside status meant nothing. Being a Duke’s son? Useless. Here, the only things that mattered were personal strength and ’Academy Credits.’ You couldn’t buy power with daddy’s gold.

“That explains the bullying,” Alex noted, clenching his fist.

His predecessor—the original Alex—had been weak. A walking ATM with no combat skills. In a meritocracy like this, he was just prey. And given his appearance…

He looked down at his slender arms and pale skin. He was beautiful, sure. Too beautiful. In a world that ran on “erotic logic” where common sense took a backseat to hormones, a guy who looked like a delicate flower was asking for trouble.

“I looked like a target,” Alex grimaced. “And not just for bullies. For the other kind of predators.”

He shuddered. He refused to be a victim. He wasn’t going to be the one getting pinned against a locker; he was going to be the one doing the pinning.

“Speaking of help…”

He tapped his temple. “Hey. System. You there?”

Silence.

“Hello? Cheat code? Guide?”

Nothing.

“Unbelievable,” Alex groaned. “In every novel, the System is desperate to help the host. Mine acts like a government employee on a Friday afternoon.”

He was on his own for now. But as he sat there, sifting through the new memories, one specific detail popped up. It was a fuzzy memory, something the original Alex had been shy about, but for the new Alex… it was hope.

“Wait a minute.”

His eyes widened. He looked down at his crotch.

“If the memories are right…”

Heart pounding with anticipation, he stood up and shoved his silk pajama pants down to his ankles.

“DAMN!!”

The memory hadn’t lied.

Standing tall and proud in the morning air was a massive, throbbing erection. It was at least eight inches of thick, veiny steel.

“Holy shit,” Alex whispered reverently.

It was a biological paradox. He had the body of a fragile, submissive pretty boy, but between his legs, he was packing heavy artillery. It looked disproportionately huge against his slender thighs.

“This…” Alex grinned, a manic light in his eyes. “This is the game changer. Who cares if I have noodly arms? I have Excalibur right here!”

He was so busy admiring the contrast—the sheer absurdity of his hidden weapon—that he didn’t hear the door click open.

“Master? I brought your breakfa—”

The maid from yesterday froze in the doorway. A silver tray laden with tea and toast hovered in her hands.

The morning sun was streaming through the window directly behind Alex. It backlit his erection, giving it a glowing, almost divine aura. It stood there like a monolith, casting a long shadow across the expensive rug.

Alex froze. The maid froze.

Her green eyes drifted down. And down. And stayed there. Her mouth formed a perfect ’O’.

“…”

“…”

Alex realized two things at once:

He was butt naked from the waist down.The lighting made his dick look majestic.

“Good morning,” Alex said, because his brain had decided to stop working entirely.

He scrambled backward, yanking the silk blanket up to his chin. The majestic shadow on the rug vanished, but the image was clearly burned into the maid’s retinas.

“Lily! Knocking is a concept, you know! You should try it sometime!” Alex stammered, his face heating up.

Lily, he thought, resisting the urge to facepalm. Of course her name is Lily. It’s the most generic, default maid name in existence. The devs really spent zero budget on the NPC lore.

But Lily wasn’t acting like a default NPC.

Instead of shrieking, covering her eyes, or running away in embarrassment, she blinked. Then, a sly, cat-like grin spread across her face.

She set the tray down on the bedside table with a deliberate clink and boldly walked toward the bed.

“What?” she teased, her voice dropping an octave. “Is the Young Master embarrassed?”

She sat down on the edge of the mattress. The bed dipped under her weight. She scooted closer, invading his personal space until her knees touched his thigh.

“Did you forget who bathes you, Master?” she purred.

She leaned in. The scent of vanilla filled his nose again, but this time it was mixed with pheromones. Her massive chest pressed against his arm, squashing the fabric of her scandalous outfit. He could see the dark pink areolas fighting to escape the lace trim of her bodice.

“Ahem…” Alex coughed, trying to maintain some dignity. “Lily… what are you doing?”

“What else?” Her hand slid up his leg, over the blanket, her touch warm and electric. “I’m taking care of the Little Young Master… or, looking at what I just saw, perhaps I should say the Big Young Master.”

She giggled, a sound that was half-innocent, half-lustful.

Then, her hand slipped under the blanket.

Alex stiffened.

Her fingers found him instantly. She wrapped her hand around his throbbing length, giving it a firm, experimental squeeze.

The fuck…? Alex’s mind short-circuited.

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