After Eating a Poisonous Mushroom, I Thought I Was the Heroine of an Erotica

After eating a poisonous, hallucination-inducing mushroom, I genuinely thought I’d woken up inside a spicy erotica novel.

I was the heroine—a live-in housekeeper working for a rich heir, the kind of impossibly handsome, impossibly wealthy man who only exists in fiction.

When I opened my eyes and saw him standing there, I felt… oddly disappointed.

I muttered under my breath, “Only six guys? What, do I need to take Sundays off?”

The heir let out a short, disbelieving laugh. A slow, dangerous one.

“If I’d known you were this bold,” he said, “I wouldn’t have bothered being gentle.”

The moment the hallucination faded, I grabbed his sleeve and practically burst into tears. “Honey, I’m sorry. I swear I didn’t mean any of that.”

He loosened his tie with maddening calm and murmured, “Relax. No one here takes Sundays off. And if you’re that eager to follow the plot of your little erotica novel… we can start right now.”

When I woke up, I realized I had fallen straight into one of those “no morals, proceed at your own risk” reverse-harem erotica novels.

My latest research project, by the way.

The basic premise goes like this:

The male lead is Daniel Hord—the kind of ruthless, untouchable trust-fund prince who could buy half of the city before breakfast.

The heroine is me, applying to be his live-in housekeeper.

He discovers I look suspiciously like his first love, Wendy Gold, and instantly decides I’ll be her stand-in. He forces me into a relationship, locks me in his glass penthouse, and from that moment on…

The plot is nonstop intimacy.

Then more intimacy.

Then intimacy that should require paperwork and a legal disclaimer.

Now the story has reached its dramatic peak:

Wendy, his beloved first love, has returned from overseas.

Which means I’m about to suffer, attempt an escape, get dragged back, cry, rage, and eventually sleep with his best friend out of revenge.

And somehow, I end up falling for both of them.

And they fall for me.

And since none of them can handle losing me, they decide to… share.

Everything ends in one big spiritually “harmonious” poly relationship.

Truly a zero-ethics, reverse-harem fever dream.

I sat up in my hospital bed, mentally excluding two women and one older man in the room, and began counting how many good-looking men remained.

According to the plot, any man I lay eyes on is destined to fall head-over-heels for me.

“One, two, three, four…”

I counted again.

“One, two, three, four…”

Twice now.

Why were there only six?

The doctor was still explaining,

“She ate a poisonous mushroom. Her stomach’s been pumped, but her brain will be foggy for a while. Whatever she says, just go along with it.”

He left.

Wendy Gold—the real one—leaned in. “Honey, what are you doing? Are you feeling okay?”

I glanced at her.

She really was beautiful.

No wonder the heir chose me for looking sixty percent like her.

Also no wonder I was in a hospital bed—she pushed me down the stairs.

I ignored her and muttered, “Only six guys? What, do I need to take Sundays off?”

Daniel sat beside me and brushed a hand over my hair.

“Hey. How are you feeling? Still dizzy?”

Instantly, I burst into tears.

“Sob… sir, please let me go. Your soulmate is back. Why are you still keeping me? If Wendy hadn’t shoved me, I wouldn’t even be here…”

The room froze like someone hit pause.

The doctor rushed back in, shined a light in my eyes, asked a bunch of questions.

I ignored all of it.

At this point, I was fully committed to my heroine identity.

I was the heroine—Wendi Silver.

Look at the names:

Wendy Gold.

Wendi Silver.

Obviously, I was the bargain-bin stand-in for the golden original.

A soft-hearted girl working herself sick to pay for her mom’s medical bills, only to get passed around by morally bankrupt rich boys.

Voices swirled around me, muffled and far away.

And soon Daniel leaned in again to question me himself.