Drained...
My entire body is screaming at . Every fiber feels like it’s been pricked by needles.
I forcefully pry my eyes open, but my vision is extrely blurry.
It seems I’m lying on a bed, and through the haze I see a blond-haired woman dressing, her back turned to .
After she finishes, she turns in my direction. I try to make out her face, but her features won’t form properly because of the gummies. The effect isn’t as intense as when I first ate it, but it’s still potent enough to make hallucinate.
That blond-haired woman was definitely the one who walked toward right before I got knocked out. Who is she?
She glances at , then walks out while I’m still unable to make out her face.
I simply lie there on the bed and drift off to sleep, hoping the effects of the DevilSkunk will wear off soon.
Sure enough, I fall asleep again and wake up several hours later. This ti the high is minimal, like a normal trip.
"Fuck!" I curse loudly, grabbing my head in pain as I look around the room. It looks like one of the dorms in the studio.
I glance down at myself. I’m stark naked, my big balls and cock on full display. On the bed lies a red panty and a note on top of it.
My hand instinctively moves toward the note and I read it:
{Thanks for making feel like a woman once again. I hope we et again soon.}
There’s a love emoji at the end. No doubt, that blond-haired woman wrote it. But who the hell is she? Even before I passed out, I never saw her face properly.
If I had actually passed out and fallen to the ground, Erin and Lola should have noticed and rushed over. I wouldn’t have ended up sleeping with so unknown woman.
The only logical conclusion is that I didn’t truly pass out. I just lost self-awareness while my body stayed active and acted on its own.
I curse inwardly and get up from the bed, my legs still wobbly. I search for my phone and thankfully find it on the side drawer, put on silent—probably by that woman.
There are tons of missed calls and ssages from Erin, Aleena, Lilith, and an unknown contact that must be Lola. I check the date and realize it’s the second day of the party. That ans I’ve been with that woman since yesterday.
I quickly shower, then look for my clothes. My eyes widen when I see them—completely covered in lipgloss stains and woman’s makeup. No way I can wear this.
In a panic, I check the closet and thankfully find so really tight, short pants that hug every outline of my legs. There’s also a small T-shirt. When I pull it on, it clings tightly to my body.
Looking in the mirror, the clothes look ridiculous, like gym wear stretched to the limit. But thanks to my defined physique, I don’t look like a complete clown.
I walk out of the dorm and imdiately spot a pink-haired fox woman heading my way. I stop her.
"Excuse , which floor is this? It looks unfamiliar," I ask. She looks at intensely, judging . I probably look like a thief in this outfit.
"Are you a worker here?"
"I’m an actor in Studio Eleven. I got drunk yesterday and sohow ended up here," I say, showing her my ID card.
Her eyes instantly light up and her whole attitude flips like she just struck gold.
"Y-You’re that new guy from Studio Eleven who beca popular?!" she exclaims, staring with intense admiration. I swallow nervously.
This is one of the problems with fox won.
"Don’t say it like that, hah," I rub my head awkwardly and pocket the card.
"My na is Cecilia. Nice to et you," she says, shaking my hand and not letting go while she leans forward slightly, showing her cleavage.
Haha, opportunist. I hate this type. She looked at like trash at first, but the second she learned I’m a skilled pornstar, her whole personality changed.
"Nice to et you, Cecilia. Now, can you tell which studio or floor I’m in?" I ask again.
"Yes, this is Studio Five, fifth floor. Once you reach the lobby, just take the elevator to your floor," the pink-haired woman says, stepping closer. I gently push her back.
"Thank you, Cecilia. Hope we et again," I say with a fake smile, then move past her down the hallway to the lobby.
I take the elevator to Studio Eleven. The mont I step in, many eyes turn to . Cleaners are working on the aftermath of the party while so colleagues sit around.
From their midst, a small petite lady barely over four feet tall walks toward , lollipop in her mouth. She has brown hair in two ponytails and wears blue tiny-strap overalls over a white shirt. Her chest is practically flat like a washboard, sa as her ass.
She stops in front of , looking up like I’m a giant while I stare down at her like a rat. She doesn’t look fazed at all.
She presses her index fingers into my stomach.
"You jerk! Where the hell have you been since yesterday? Your fiancee has been looking for you everywhere and even crying when she couldn’t reach you! You made Big Sister Erin cry!" The girl shouts, yapping angrily.
I’m shocked by her words and can only imagine what Erin must have thought. Everyone starts murmuring, but I stay calm.
"Please tell where she is now," I say politely. The washboard girl stops yapping, surprised by my calm tone.
"S-She went to look for you early this morning along with that Centaur," she reveals.
"Thanks!" I say and dash toward the elevator without glancing back. I pull out my phone and dial Erin’s number right away.
It rings for a few seconds before a sowhat panicked voice answers.
"J-Jacob, is that you?!!"
"Yes."
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