Deflowering
Redakteur: EndlessFantasy Translation
Gerald woke up to find himself naked beneath the linen sheets of a large, simple bed, with the thin cloth accentuating his diligently trained chest muscles that were next to Joe's in perfection.
The sun was streaming in from outside the window, and the warmth appears close to noon.
Clutching his forehead as he rose despite the dull ache in his brain, Gerald felt a strange dry thirst in his throat.
He hadn't experienced something like that before, but he quickly identified it as a hangover.
What happened yesterday? Why, aside from his brain, was his butt feeling a fiery ache?
Gerald looked around by instinct and noticed that he was within a small room. From the looks of the furniture that was one size smaller than what humans used, one could vaguely tell that it was a Long Ears' room.