Chapter 2

The next morning, I woke up in bed, my body burning with fever.

Derek cursed at me, saying incredibly cruel things. “You’re too delicate for this; go be a glorified escort at a club instead.”

Ignoring my discomfort, I still got dressed and went to the training area.

“Perfect, we have a drink commercial. Time to cool you down.”

As soon as I stood under the canopy, someone turned on a massive water hose. A deluge of icy water cascaded over my head.

A wave of freezing cold made me shiver uncontrollably.

I didn't know who was pulling a prank, but my head felt fuzzy, and I collapsed to the ground, only to be helped up and led away.

But I remembered the dorm wasn't in this direction.

I forced my eyes open, and next to me was a creepy, balding man.

He had a vice-like grip on my arm, and I couldn't break free.

“Who… who are you? Where are you… taking me?” I asked, my voice weak.

The man just said, “You upset Derek today and delayed things. He told me to give you private lessons.”

I didn’t quite believe him, but I was forced to follow along.

We walked down a long corridor to the furthest room in the corner.

I felt an inexplicable dread about that room.

So I clung tightly to the doorframe. “Sir, can we just have the lesson here?”

The man loosened his grip and chuckled. “Alright. Wait here; I’ll go get the props.”

Seeing him actually release me, I started to think maybe I was overthinking things.

The man came out carrying a basket of items, picking out a fluffy fox tail and handing it to me.

“Put this on. You’re playing a fox now. We’ll be shooting an ad for a gaming company soon, and if you do well, this role is yours.”

He made it sound so official, so I tried my best to follow along.

“Let me help you put it on,” the man offered, unexpectedly enthusiastic.

But I dodged his hand. “No, thank you.”

With the fastest movements of my life, I slipped the fox tail over my red swimsuit.

When the man realized he couldn’t take advantage, his attitude shifted. “Lie down and wag your tail.”

I obeyed, lying on the floor and wagging my tail.

“Your movements are too weak; the tail barely moved.”

As he spoke, he placed his hand on my waist, trying to make me move more.

My whole body was burning with fever, and I just felt tired. After a few attempts, I couldn’t hold myself up anymore and collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath.

But the man harshly cracked a whip. “Get up! You think you can rest after that little bit of effort?”

I quickly pleaded, “Sir, I’m really sick and have no strength left. Can we stop for today?”

The man’s eyes flickered. “Alright, I’ll help you back to rest.”

Seeing him being so reasonable, I quickly thanked him. “Thank you, Sir.”

I don’t know how long we walked, but then I heard a door open.

I felt myself being helped into a room and laid down on a bed.

“I’ll help you take your clothes off,” someone said.

I tried with all my might to refuse, but I couldn't even lift a finger.

I could only feel my clothes being removed.

A cold draft from somewhere made me shiver uncontrollably.

Suddenly, someone tucked a warm, soft pillow into my arms.

The pillow was large, and I hugged it, drifting off to sleep.

But for some reason, the pillow kept moving, making me itch.

I hugged it tighter and scolded it softly, my voice slurring,

“Stop moving…”