Drained...

My entire body is screaming at me. Every fiber feels like it’s been pricked by needles.

I forcefully pry my eyes open, but my vision is extremely blurry.

It seems I’m lying on a bed, and through the haze I see a blond-haired woman dressing, her back turned to me.

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 me hallucinate.

That blond-haired woman was definitely the one who walked toward me right before I got knocked out. Who is she?

She glances at me, 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 time 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 me feel like a woman once again. I hope we meet again soon.} 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

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 some 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 messages 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 means 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 some 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 immediately spot a pink-haired fox woman heading my way. I stop her.

"Excuse me, which floor is this? It looks unfamiliar," I ask. She looks at me intensely, judging me. 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 somehow 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 became popular?!" she exclaims, staring with intense admiration. I swallow nervously.

This is one of the problems with fox women.

"Don’t say it like that, hah," I rub my head awkwardly and pocket the card.

"My name is Cecilia. Nice to meet 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 me like trash at first, but the second she learned I’m a skilled pornstar, her whole personality changed.

"Nice to meet you, Cecilia. Now, can you tell me 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 meet 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 moment I step in, many eyes turn to me. Cleaners are working on the aftermath of the party while some colleagues sit around.

From their midst, a small petite lady barely over four feet tall walks toward me, 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, same as her ass.

She stops in front of me, 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 me 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 somewhat panicked voice answers.

"J-Jacob, is that you?!!"

"Yes."