"Aarghhhhh~" I let out a loud groan as I erupt deep inside Lasawani’s pussy, flooding her with thick ropes of cum.

"OOUHG~ FUCK~" Lasawani’s body twitches violently as she cums hard with my cock still buried deep inside her. She buries her face into the bed sheets, muffling her moans.

Letting out the last powerful spurt, I slowly retract my cock from her twitching pussy. Thick white semen immediately leaks out, trailing down her thighs and dripping messily onto her underwear.

"Haaa.... As if fucking me raw isn’t enough, you also came inside me. I can’t believe this," Lasawani says as her orgasm slowly subsides. "This is the first time I’ve allowed someone to cum inside me." She gets up and casually pulls up her underwear and pants without bothering to clean my semen at all.

Then she turns around and looks at me with a satisfied smile on her face.

"Why did you allow me to cum inside you then?" I ask while I also pull my underwear and pants back up.

"Because it felt so fucking good that I couldn’t think straight and told you to do it inside," she answers truthfully. I don’t say anything and simply head towards the exit.

"Wait. Do you have a girlfriend?" she suddenly asks.

I chuckled at her question. Seriously, what does this girl think she is?

"I have a fiancee."

"Oh, who’s the lucky girl? Is it Erin? I’m much better than her. I could give you more popularity and priority because I’m a huge shareholder in this studio," she says, walking towards me with a confident sway.

Now I’m even more confused. From evaluating my dick to suddenly wanting to be my girlfriend—what the fuck is happening? Does this hoe really think I would ever date her? I don’t share my woman.

"Erin is not my fiancee. Also, I can’t date you. We are not compatible. If you found a better dick, you’d move on to another person in a heartbeat," I say bluntly.

"Oh my, you really can read me in such a short time, fufu," she giggles. "Since you don’t want to date me, can you at least be my fuck buddy?" she pressures again. This time, I’m worried that if I decline, she might use it against me and not pick me.

"Fine, that’s okay. However, it doesn’t come for free."

"Fufufu, don’t worry about that," she says sheepishly. I don’t reply and simply open the door to exit.

As I get out of the room, I notice everyone staring at me intensely, as if I had done something outrageous. I walk calmly to the empty space on the long metal bench and sit beside the Satyr. Even after I sit down, the stares don’t stop—some with smirks on their faces, others with clear annoyance.

"Bro, you are amazing! We heard Lasawani’s moans loud and clear. You must have fucked her real good. I wish I could swap places with you," the Satyr says with open admiration, looking at me like some sort of role model.

"I don’t get what you mean though. This is just a normal evaluation," I say, pretending not to know what he’s trying to get at.

Suddenly, Lasawani walks forward with a tablet in her hand.

"I have fully evaluated everyone here and I am pleased with the results. The suitable candidates have been chosen. The first candidate is {Milf Hunter}, the second candidate is {ThePervySage}, and the last candidate is {SamsaraCream}. Congratulations to all the winners. I look forward to working with you. And for those who didn’t make it, you can always try again next time. Thank you for coming," Lasawani announces with a slight bow.

Immediately, chaos erupts as everyone starts arguing loudly. The Wolfman especially insists that the dark burly man doesn’t deserve to be picked, nearly causing them to throw hands at each other. Of course, the pony-haired guy sides with his friend and pushes the Wolfman away.

Looking at them arguing, I figure that the old man with the walking stick is ThePervySage and the dark burly man is SamsaraCream.

"Hey bro. Congratulations on getting picked. I already knew you would get chosen right after you made Lasawani moan so loudly. I’ll get going now. I hope to meet you someday. Also, I’m sorry about my earlier attitude, that isn’t the usual me," the Satyr says, surprising me with how calm and polite he sounds now.

"It’s fine. What’s your name?" I finally ask.

"My name is Steve."

"I hope we meet again, Steve," I say, shaking his hand firmly. He nods and walks out of the building.

The chaos between the others finally subsides. After cursing out loudly, they all leave one by one, leaving only me and the two other candidates who were picked.

Then I glance over at the female section. Four girls have already been selected there too. The girls picked are the Centaur girl, a Cat-girl, a human, and a petite halfling standing around 4’5" feet tall.

Suddenly, Lasawani returns with a pile of documents in her hand and stops in front of us.

"We are going to sign a hand-signed contract. However, I’m going to hand you the photocopies of your contracts first so you can go through them carefully and decide if you still want to proceed," Lasawani says, handing each of us a thick document containing several pages.

"Since we’ve gotten this far, we should just sign it right away. What is the point of waiting again?" the man known as SamsaraCream says impatiently.

"Oh, I understand your haste and your worries. However, due to some contract-related problems in the past, we now give candidates photocopies so they can review them properly before signing. Also, if you return here tomorrow after reviewing the contract, you’ll have to refer to everyone in the studio with their stage names only. Real names are strictly prohibited during work hours," Lasawani explains. We all nod our heads in understanding.

I see. It all makes sense now. Some people use their real names as their stage names anyway, just like Erin and Lasawani. So calling them by those names doesn’t really matter.

Lasawani suddenly notices me gawking over at the girls’ section and curls her lips into a knowing smirk.

"MilfHunter, when you sign the contract tomorrow, your first shoot will be with that Centaur girl. Apparently, she’s a virgin too and you’re the best amateur to pair with her for her first time. Don’t disappoint me," she says with a playful wink, leaving me completely dazed in my seat.