Rosy hole tempting to stick it in

No, calm down Eric. You've been through so much rubbish, you can get through this as well. First, let's figure out where we are. Ceramic walls and an equally elegant ground.

Many certificates and awards hung on the walls. Large pot plants stood at every corner. From the beginning until the end of the hallway, it all screamed 'posh'.

This was a place Eric was used to and known to be his second home.

These luxurious surroundings fit him very well. However, it was different from his company where everything was flooded with light and the exterior was completely out of blue glass.

This building here seemed more like a fancy and elegant place than the modern and suave Eric prefered. But just one glance down the hallway and Eric's editor's heart had a bad premonition.

If this was really what he thought it was, then he was doomed forever. So, he prayed it wasn't as he walked down the hallway in a desperate search of a toilet to confirm his suspicion.

But each step followed by the echo of his click-clacking high-heels drained all faith off him.

Things didn't look good at all. This cursed sound was tearing on his nerves to the point, Eric wanted to rip these torture devices off and run barefoot but of course, he had to mind his surroundings.

If anyone saw him acting this barbaric wouldn't this be OOC and give the damn system a reason to have the plot ruin him?

Exactly! So, that was why Eric endured and quickly made his way to the toilet.

Was it luck, or was it bad foreboding? Eric met nobody. Not even the sound of anyone present here made it through to him.

But as Eric passed the lifts, he could see they were operating and stopping on different floors.

Maybe this was one where no one really came to.

In the blink of an eye, Eric made it to the toilet and what he saw drained the last bit of constipation off his brian that refused to believe this development!

Shit, it was so hard to unclog the toilet but I actually just needed to flush and everything was clear! Fuck off!

The mirror conveyed, forcing his eyes to witness what he tried so hard to deny. He... he was indeed a woman! M-Maybe he was she-male? Eric still held onto that little bit of hope!

It wasn't that Eric hated being a woman, it was just uncomfortable and unusual, especially since that bad premonition still nagged him.

So, the biggest problem was 'How the fuck do I pee?' In contrast to his crude words, his voice was very sweet and melodious. It also had a fatal charm and attraction to it. If not paid attention, it could easily come over as seductive.

If such a voice rang through a room full of men, it didn't matter if they were taken or not, they'd instantly get horny, wet daydreams about two-timing their partners. Fuck, Eric wanted to die! Why did fate hate him so much?

Angrily, he stomped to one of the marbled cubicles and sat down, then he pulled his skirt... wait up or down? Wasn't up more convenient? Up it was and then... then the biggest ordeal came. The underwear!

Eric has been to enough strip clubs, forced by his celebrity friends but contrary to them, he had never taken one off, and never seen a vagina in person up close before.

Of course, he had seen many in videos but now, seeing one attached to him, this was... rather a novel experience.

1,2,3! There was nothing! Flush, the underwear fell to the ground, around and between his black high heels. Might've been a sexy scene for any creepy guy who'd get on the toilet ground and peek through the gap while beating off his peanut penis.

"O...h.... my.... No...!" Eric bent over and stared at this rosy fuckable part of his.

What the fuck was this? Just what was this funny rose hole missing a long schlong and weight?

Instead, it looked like someone had ripped his manhood completely out of his body and left a wound.

Just... just how in the world should he go on and treat this thing?

With his trembling index finger, he neared this damned doomed place that just invited all horniness to plunge into it.

Poor women, being magnets for horny dudes who can't keep it to themselves. Eric didn't want to be such a victim. His finger was only a centimetre away from touching this genital that looked soft but weird.

Eric finally managed to put his mind in the gut and touched it. Heaven and how strange it was. Then he used his other hand to pry these two rosy walls away. Fuck this hole was literally as small as his ass! No one was allowed to come close to it!

But Eric heard, vaginas were very stretchable. He was tempted to try this theory out. He would never bang a girl, so when else could he have this opportunity than now when he was literally a female himself?

A little bit, just a little bit, his delicate and small fingers glided into the hole, almost wanting to stick it inside before Eric stopped at the last second. Yes, he wanted to stick his finger in, stick something in and thrust in and out a few times but how could he?

Instantly, Eric ran out and splashed water onto his red face to calm himself. Why the hell was he getting so embarrassed? He was himself and well, maybe, just maybe he just got the urge to do himself. He just wanted to know what it felt like! Nothing else, after all, he was demonay.

To distract his mind, Eric looked at the mirror again to confirm his appearance. As he thought, office attire. White blouse, black pencil skirt, uncomfortable high heels, soft golden brown locks, of course, peach blossom eyes able to make anyone flutter with just a blink, rosy cheeks and full, glossy lips paired with a cute nose.

His face was basically the ideal of everyone, woman and man. Great. Why did he have to look so beautiful and attractive?

"Ah, of course, because I'm perfect in every way. Doesn't matter man or woman?" Eric's arrogance made a rare appearance.

But there was one single thing that caught Eric's eyes that tamed him of wanting to vomit acid to burn his skin and stop all the bs threatening to drown him. See that pile of elephant dung? Yes, this was all needed to describe this story.

Trash! The golden nameplate on his expensive brand blouse read 'Erica!"

... Guess. Just take a damn second to fucking guess, every possible single thing running through Eric's damn mind. He was done. His face blanked.

Why? Just why? Nol! What the hell? But well at least his hourglass figure and small pretty face were perfect.

What else did he have? Oh yes, the handbag he almost forgot he had with him. Very convenient.

"Stravatti..." Eric mumbled and instantly checked this name on the internet. Yep, a prestigious company. This country's leading one. Damn. Eric's fears only grew. Please don't let it become true. Please do not become true!

But what worried Eric about more was Nol! Where was that brat? Twice! Nol teleported Eric twice! First time out of malicious intent and now out of foolish ones!

Eric needed to teach this wolf puppy and shake out the story's plot out of him. How did the story go? All Eric remembered of Nol's story was trash and diarrhoea... and this was literally served to him.

But it was no use to break his head about it. Eric fumbled through his handbag and figured out the floor he worked on. The 58th floor out of 128 floors. What the hell was this abomination? Slave labour just in fancy?

The second Eric arrived on the floor he was supposed to work on, his jaw almost dropped. How much money was spent on this damn company? Literally, everything was either out of marble or granite. Diamond chandeliers and only the best brand furniture. Wow, to be able to work in such a place... Respect MC.

At least Eric assumed he was the MC. But the second they stopped at the reception, he realised how things were.

The receptionist glanced at his name tag and scoffed before she gave him a one over. Her looks were far lower than Eric's. And she knew it too, so she very unkindly and rudely snapped, "You the newcomer? I must applaud you, huh? Just go in. Here's the card. Since you get to work here, you must be smart enough to figure this out for yourself, right? Just go."

Behind the reception was a glass door. Eric only smiled at this fucking receptionist. Eric swore he would put her in her place later on! What he cursed most about was the fact he was new! This was literally his first day! The beginning of this story! Taking the card from the receptionist, who completely ignored Eric's existence, Eric headed To hell.

A hell, a battlefield, a death sentence, call it what you want, but the rivalry between girls and cliques was even worse than your daily high school life. Because, at this point of your life, you would think grown adults would change, but spoiled kids, ignorant people don't meet the standards of the world and destroy these expectations.

Luckily, Eric never had these kinds of problems in this company. At least not on his floor where the only bullying going on was between Eric and his authors. A never-ending death cycle and hah, great old times.

"Oh, look, the newcomer."

"Already looks like a slut, doesn't she?"

"I wonder how many beds she rolled around in."

"Pfft, no skills, only got in here because of her looks, wanna bet?"

Endless giggling surrounded the entirety of Eric's entrance.

Veins popped in his mind but he continued to wear a gentle smile. If he was the CEO of this damned place, all of you instantly fired!

The whole floor was as large as a football field. Surprisingly, the number of females and males working on this floor was balanced. The layout of the company was fairly simple and ordinary.

At both ends of the room was a small fancy rest area while row after row were tables with computers. Everyone has their own designated place. There were around 40 people here.

But naturally, all men cast drooling stares at Eric, while the majority of women stood at the entrance with folded arms across their chests and sneered at Eric.

They were trying to assert dominance. Eric stopped approximately one metre away from them and with a bright smile bowed, "It's nice to meet you. I'm the new employee, Erica. I hope we can get along well!"

His sweet female voice caused many males' heads to turn which made the females even angrier.

It wasn't that they were ugly, they were actually pretty. Looks played a crucial part sadly, to land a job at such an esteemed company.

It was just...compared to Eric, they looked like mashed vomit next to a delicately raised rose, acting as a wannabe dung.

"Hey, newbie, throw the trash out, it's piling up over there," a woman who looked like the leader and coincidentally the prettiest pointed at a spot behind Eric. Obviously, a posh place like this shouldn't have trash lying around casually, it was solely intended for Eric.

They really prepared this well, huh? Already condemning him, before getting to know him, huh? The only trash Eric wanted to throw away were these women.