Sometimes you wake up fresh and energized and can't wait to start your day.

Well, not today.

This splitting headache will most likely kill me, and no matter how dozy it feels, I can't go back to sleep. Is this what having a hangover feels like?

I didn't drink though, despite the weird memories that come to mind.

Ugh, every single muscle in my body hurts. I didn't even know there were this many of them, all over the place. What was I doing yesterday?

No, what's more important, where am I now?

A wrong move and I pull my hair. When did it get this long? And despite this, it feels much lighter and silky smooth under my palm. Let's try not to lie on it.

And did I drool in my sleep? This is the first time it happened.

My eyelids feel heavy as if glued to my cheeks, but the scene isn't familiar even after opening them a bit. What the hell is this place?

It's like the inside of an earthen hut I saw on display in one of the museums. There isn't much to see, some straw on the floor, a fireplace, and someone cooking on the open flames.

I no longer care about the rest. There is this earth-shattering rumble again, originating from my stomach. Food!

It smells great, they must be roasting some meat. It's not like I care, even if it was hummus, I'd eat it like nobody's business. But sure, meat is better.

Another wrong move, another sharp pain, this time from below.

What the hell did I sit on? It's black and fluffy, and — do I have a tail?!

When I try to look down to see what this is all about something blocks my vision.

It's two large mounds. Are my cheeks puffed up so much? No, it's not on my face, it's below it.

I have huge boobs. Well, that's new. And despite their size, they feel firm to the touch.

Something's up, the memories are still not in place, but these boobies do ring a bell.

What would I do for a mirror?

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"Holy shit!" I yelp, jumping from the voice, and pinch my tail again.

No, wait. I heard this before. As I piece the puzzle together, the fog begins to lift from my brain.

Right. Yes. This is Alexandra's body.

She transported me into another world, leaving me with this System.

It wasn't a dream then, and I didn't get drunk either, though I can't explain this headache.

A gentle touch on the back of my head reveals a slight bump, and it's rather sensitive too.

There was that fight with the Orcs, and they knocked me out cold. Damn it.

The mission failed, but something strange happened right before I passed out.

They bowed down to me, and then it was all black. So is this where they took me?

What is this place?

[Notice: you are in the Thirteenth Battalion's camp, or what's left of it.]

The voice makes me jump again, but I don't pinch any sensitive part this time.

"What the hell is the Thirteenth Battalion?" I mumble to myself, calming down.

Does it have anything to do with Alexandra? She was the Thirteenth Bride. Right?

I have so many questions. Isn't the System supposed to answer them? It might need some time to boot up like yesterday. I need some too.

I still wear that tunic and the skirt from yesterday, and they left the granite block by my bed.

I don't know if you can call it a bed; it's a few stalks of straw.

Now that I'm out of it, I realize how itchy it makes me all over.

If there were any questions about this world's technological level, they're all gone.

It's clear. They're in the middle of the Flea Age.

Well, at least I'm still sexy as hell, right? And alive.

Those mounds were scary when they blocked my vision. Now that I know what they are, I can't help but reach out and massage them.

It's crazy. They're firm, but also soft, and defy gravity.

There's no bra in sight, but there's no need. They feel great under my fingers and are sensitive as they're attached to me.

It only takes a few seconds for my nipples to harden, and a tingling to start a bit lower, but I can't enjoy myself for long.

"I'm glad you're finally awake, Your Highness."

Suppressing a scream, I'm glad I didn't rip those nubbins off by accident. Why's everyone out to scare me like that? And who is this anyway?

The voice is low and rough, but it has to be a woman. I turn around to see her kneel at the entrance behind me. How much did she see? I clear my throat.

"Uhm, yes, good morning." Come on, brain, who is this?

Her face looks familiar. She's big, green, and muscular, almost like my idol image back in my world, sans the color.

No, I don't mean as if this was what I was into. More like this is what I wanted my scrawny tomboy body to turn after the excessive workout. Stuff that I never started doing.

Since I wasn't cute, I wanted to be at least the sporty type. It turned out to be way too much work.

"It's almost lunchtime, I hope the food will be to your liking." She bows even deeper. Whoever she is, she's my best friend in the world.

Okay, be careful now. I want to ask her a few basic things without risking losing out on the food. How do you talk to strangers again?

You introduce yourself first, right? Considering they seem to know me, or at least this body and the System warned me to hide my identity, let's not do that.

And that's it, I'm out of ideas. Why do I suck at people this hard? A nod is all I can get out, and I'm not even sure if she saw it because her forehead almost touches the ground.

That has to mean I'm a big shot. It's impossible to think on an empty stomach though, and the rumbling starts again.