Ron woke up in a daze. Yet before he could question what had happened. He felt a weight on his chest and when he opened his eyes, he saw a woman bouncing on top of him. She was stunningly beautiful with long brunette hair, big breasts, and a curvy figure. Ron felt a surge of desire as he realized they were both completely naked.

He couldn't remember how he got into this situation, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was the lust taking a hold of him like a viper’s grip. Ron started to stir, and the woman noticed. She gave him a sultry smile and whispered, "Good morning, my lord." Ron felt strange as my lord was quite a strange kink. But the strangeness went away as the woman on top rode him harder. Her full breasts swayed with each motion. He watched as the lust in him grew stronger and he gave in to his desire.

His hands grabbed her by the pelvis and he pounded her from below. The noise of their lovemaking echoed within this stone wall chamber as her seductive moans drove his lust even madder than before.

Ron felt like he was in a dream, a dream where he was with the woman of his dreams. Then he remembered the woman that was once his dream. Her image opened his eyes and Ron snapped out of it. The realization of what he had done hit him like a freight train, and the guilt slowly enraptured him from the depth of his heart. He stopped and pushed the woman away from him. His heart raced with guilt and shame as if he had forgotten the main reason why he wanted to be a Hero.

The brunette woman yelped as she fell on the bed. A look of confusion plastered all across her lovely face. “Did I wrong you, my lord?” she asked, her voice soft with a trace of concern laced with fear.

Ron blinked, his mind struggling to catch up with what was happening. He looked around, taking in the ornate wooden furniture, the flickering candles, and the thick tapestries adorning the walls. Then the forgotten memory came back. This was not Andrew’s secret lab and this was not of his time. Unless someone kidnapped and put him on a medieval trip in Europe with the additional perk of an escort roleplaying as someone from medieval times.

Panic set in, his heart racing as he tried to piece together what had happened. He clicked the blinking Start and the flash of bright light engulfed him whole. Before he knew it, he was having sex with a beauty. Ron ruled out the possibility of being kidnap, but the next thing in mind was ludicrous. Time travel? Dimension cross? Or was this the most ridiculous one yet, an isekai?

The woman was still looking at him, concern etched on her delicate features. "My lord?" she repeated, reaching out a hand to touch his cheek.

Ron recoiled, instinctively pulling away from her touch. "Who are you?" he demanded, his voice rising with fear and confusion. "Where am I?"

The woman's expression fell, hurt and confusion replacing the gentle concern. She was close to the point of tearing up as if what Ron said was the most terrible thing she could hear.

Ron suddenly felt bad. But before he could mend the situation, the woman with ample breasts got up from the bed, grabbing the tunic dress on the stone floor.

The woman's eyes filled with tears, and she looked away from him, her voice barely a whisper. "I’ll take my leave, my lord," she said. She ran without looking back, ignoring the call from Ron.

The closing of the oaken door echoed and now he was all alone.

“Fuck.” The moment he cursed, something emerged in front of his very eyes. He stumbled back on the bed as his feet kicked back in retreat. Then he saw it once more and realized what it was.

[Welcome to Elder Dragon Fantasy]

It hit him. Ron now realized he was inside the game made by Andrew. But how was this possible?

He looked around the room, taking in the medieval decor and the flickering torches on the walls once more. Everything looked so real, so vivid, that it was hard to believe it wasn't actually happening. He got out of bed, his mind still reeling from the shock of his sudden transportation.

“Everything looks so real,” he said. “Is this VR? Or is this something else?”

He knew the standard of VR gaming and this was lightyears away from what the current gaming companies could offer. The notion of his friend could build this all on his own was incredible in itself. He got up and walked over to the open window. The cold night breeze brushed against his face as he peered at the scene outside the window. A stunning view of a fantasy world. He could see a medieval town beyond the castle walls, faintly lit with the orange flames of candles. The two moons hanging above enhanced the overall scenic view of the forests and mountains in the distance.

It was hard to believe, but Andrew really did it. Then another question came. The reason why this whole world was made. A chance to become a Hero through maximizing one’s potential and what better way of doing it than your trustworthy RPG system.

“Status,” Ron said. But rather than the status screen, the floating windows told him something else.

[Function currently unavailable.]

[Beginner’s Quest is highly recommended for optimal gameplay.]

[Would you like to begin Beginner’s Quest?]

Ron accepted, knowing he had no choice. Usually, he would skip and just wing it. But the mention of optimizing gameplay convinced him.

“I accept,” he said.

[Quest: Beginner’s Quest]

[Tier: 1/2 Star]

[The first step is the most important.]

[Objectives: Know oneself.]

‘That doesn’t sound so bad,’ Ron thought. But looking outside, it was the dead of the night. In this era which he assumed lacked technology mainly the Internet, then people were most likely deep in their sleep further complicating his Beginner’s Quest. Ron grabbed the clothes on the side table and dressed as quickly as he could.

Once he was dressed in a dark blue, Ron left the bedchamber and began to wander through the castle, his footsteps echoing through the empty halls. The dead of night was a strange time in this world, as most people were deep in their sleep, leaving the castle eerily quiet. Ron's only potential source of information, the woman he had been with, had left him the moment he broke her heart, leaving him with no clue as to where to turn.

Ron's footsteps led him through twisting corridors and up winding staircases until he finally emerged onto a balcony that overlooked the castle courtyard. The moon was high in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the castle walls. In the distance, Ron could see a group of torch-wielding knights, their armor glinting in the moonlight as they patrolled the castle walls.

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He wondered whether the knights would make do? Considering the beauty from before called him ‘my lord’, then it wouldn’t be a problem to meet with one of those patrolling knights and question who he was. But as he mused on the balcony, lost in thought, he suddenly heard a faint sound, a muffled cry coming from somewhere below. He peered beyond the balcony ledge, searching for that weeping noise. Ron noticed a similar balcony with what looked like someone crying near the edge.

Without hesitation, Ron began to make his way down the stairs and stopped before an oaken door, he could subtly hear the cries of a girl. He was in the right place and as he took a few deep breaths, Ron knocked on the door.

The cries stopped. Ron listened to the sound of footsteps coming closer and the door opened.

“Sansa is that—“The girl in front of him was rendered speechless as she met Ron’s eyes. There was fear in her gray eyes.

“Hi,” Ron said with a smile. The next word didn’t come out of his mouth as he didn’t know what to say in this kind of situation. But rather than a verbal reply, the girl pushed the door to close.

“Wait,” Ron said. He slipped his hand through the opening as the door squeezed his arm like a guillotine. His short scream of pain made the pain go away as the girl who pushed the door stumbled backward and fell on her bum.

“Ah, shit,” Ron said, massaging his aching arm a bit. His eyes were drawn back to the girl. She must have been surprised by his appearance thinking it was an intruder or some sort.

“Sorry bout that,” Ron said. He reached out his hand to her, intending to help her stand back up again. But the girl recoiled as if he was about to strike her. He frowned. His eyes glanced between his hand and at the sight of the cowering girl on the floor. Then he realized it.

‘She knows who I am,’ Ron thought. But not in a good way.

“Hey, I’m just—“

“Forgive me, brother!” she cried out loud. Her arms covered her head as the sound of crying echoed once more within this stone wall chamber.

“Please don’t hurt me.”

Ron’s heart sank. To think he would hear such words directed at him was like a sword piercing through his heart. He realized that this girl in front of him was his own sister in this game and she feared him as if he was the devil.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to relax. But he couldn’t. His jaw tightened, his knuckles turned white, and his eyes flashed with an intensity that spoke of the storm that raged within him. He hated the person who he had become despite not knowing his own name as if the game had played a sadistic trick on him. But he did not let his anger out. He bottled it down and let the storm calm.

Ron’s gaze fell upon the trembling girl. He could feel it in his heart, he needed to be careful in his approach. Slow and steady would be the key.

“Hey there,” Ron said softly, trying to sound as kind and gentle as possible. “It’s okay. Everything is going to be fine.”

She flinched. Her shaking eyes stared at Ron as she feared what might fall on her body tonight.

Ron backed off, leaning backward. “It’s okay. It’s okay,” Ron said. Both of his hands were up. “I’m sorry for getting closer without permission. I promise I’m not going to do anything to you, okay?”

Did he say sorry? A word that had never left the lips of her brother since the day she stepped inside this castle and now that word was directed to her. It was unbelievable, and yet she heard it loud and clear. The trembling in her had considerably lessened, but she still put on her guard as the past was hard to let go of.

“Sister, can I come closer?” Ron asked with the gentlest voice he could muster. “Of course with your permission. I won’t approach, not unless you allow me to.”

The girl did not say a word. Her fearful wide eyes were just staring at him.

“Um, sister? Blink if you allow me to come closer?” Ron asked. But the girl kept her eyelid open as if resisting herself to blink. She fought against the burning itch in her eyes as they began to dry up, but she persisted.

“So that’s a no, huh,” Ron said. He sighed in helplessness. Rather than coming closer, he decided to just sit cross-legged where he was and let the tension escape his body.

“I must be a really bad brother for you to be acting like this,” Ron said. For the clueless soul from the modern world, the body he inhabited was more than just a bad brother. He was the vilest of humans, a man hiding behind a smile and venting his life’s frustration to his half-sister.

He sat there for a long time, taking his time with the fearful girl. Before he knew it, he was lying on the cold stony floor as he grew bored waiting for the girl to warm up to him. He stared at her, then remembered about a special woman in his past.

“Sister,” Ron called. Their eyes met and he could see there was less fear in her eyes, or it might be just his assumption. “Do you like beautiful dresses, sister?”

Silence prevailed between them. While Ron’s gaze never left her yes. He waited and she glanced away.

“You know, I’ve been reflecting hard over my past actions, and I regret what I had done to those around me, especially to you, sister,” Ron said, his voice laced with genuine remorse. It wasn't just a cheap attempt to get out of trouble, but a real realization of his wrongdoing.

“And so, I vow to become a better person,” he continued. “A better brother to you.”

He paused, letting the weight of his words settle between them. The girl was still cautious, unsure if she could trust her brother's words. But Ron was determined to prove himself.

“As a matter of fact, I've been thinking about what I could do to make it up to you,” Ron said, his tone softening. “I know it won't make up for everything, but I'd like to start by giving you a gift.”

The girl's eyes bore into Ron's, scanning his face for any hint of deception. She had been burned before by his false promises and sweet talk, and she was not about to be fooled again. But as she searched his expression, she felt a strange shift in the air. It was as if a cloud had lifted from Ron's features, revealing a newfound sincerity that she had never seen before.

For the first time, there was no trace of the malicious sneer or the contemptuous glower that had become so familiar to her. Instead, his eyes seemed to hold a softness, a vulnerability that she had never thought him capable of. It was a strange and unfamiliar sight, and yet, there was something in his demeanor that made her believe him.

Perhaps it was the sincerity in his voice or the way he held himself with a newfound humility. Whatever the reason, she felt her guard slowly start to come down. It was like her half-brother had shed his old skin and emerged as a whole new person, someone she could actually trust.

Ron's voice shifted, a note of softness creeping in. "So how about a dress? A pretty one that..." he paused, his eyes scanning the girl's face. "On second thought, forget that. What do you really want? Anything you want, I'll get it for you. Money's not an issue. I want to make things right between us."

The girl's heart fluttered in her chest, her fingers slowly unclenching from their death grip on her knees. Could it be true? Could her rough-edged half-brother really be turning a new leaf? She lifted her head, studying him with wary hope.

“So how about it? Do we have a deal?” Ron asked.

He held out his pinky finger, a solemn gesture that seemed almost comical in the gravity of the situation. The girl hesitated, her eyes flickering between Ron's face and his outstretched finger. She couldn't help but feel a pang of uncertainty, wondering if this was just another one of his elaborate schemes.

But then she saw it, the flicker of something genuine in Ron's eyes. It was a light she had never seen before, a glimmer of hope in the darkness that surrounded them both. With a deep breath, she reached out and took hold of his pinky finger, her grip firm and resolute.

For the first time in what felt like ages, a smile broke across her face, chasing away the shadows that had clouded her heart. "Gladly, brother," she said, her voice soft but strong with conviction. At that moment, she knew that they had made a deal that would change everything.

Then out of nowhere, the familiar blue notification window popped out in front of him.

[Hidden Quest Completed!]

[Quest: Mending a Broken Bond]

[Tier: 5 Star]

[Heal the wound the past you had hurt. A Brother’s Journey to Redemption and Reconciliation.]

[Objectives: Get rid of Elinor Greylock’s fear of you.]

Ron sat there with his jaw agape, staring at the windows in confusion. He had never read of a hidden quest before. But then, as if in response to his thoughts, the answer appeared before him.

[Due to your own discovery and quick action, you had completed the quest before the quest could be given. As for compensation, your reward will be doubled.]

[You have obtained All Stats +4]

[You have obtained a 4-Star tier Specific Spirit Summoning Contract Scroll.]

In disbelief, Ron read on, discovering that he had received a significant boost to his stats and a powerful spirit-summoning scroll. He couldn't believe his luck. He stared at it before Elinor’s voice called to him.

“Brother?”