Bring Devon's stolen items to the police and shuffle through his phone contacts.

While I'm still deep in thought about what to do in the immediate future, we arrive to one of our main destinations: the police station.

"Will you be okay?" I ask Meilyn when she starts walking up the stairs.

"It's all fine, Casanova." She answers while throwing a kiss at me. "Now wait for me near that park, will you? It shouldn't take long."

Right after saying that, she enters the police station while carrying the plastic bag I just gave her.

When I initially possessed Devon, I found a few wallets and phones in his pockets which clearly didn't belong to him. So I wanted to give them back to their owners through the police. But I obviously couldn't do so, since I'm literally using the body of the same crook who stole all those goods. And knowing what activities my host did before the possession, it wouldn't be strange if the police already had a file on him. Plus there are also fingerprints, police dogs, and... no, just forget it.

Luckily for me, Meilyn understood my predicament at once and decided to help me out by delivering the stolen goods herself. She has no direct relation to the culprit and clearly doesn't fit the description any victim might've provided, so she should be alright.

I just hope... that whatever issues Devon might've left behind won't be affecting me anytime soon.

Right when I sit near the park while still thinking about that matter, I suddenly remember something, and I reach into my pocket to grab a phone. But this isn't my own, this is Devon's personal phone, which I was also carrying for some reason.
I stare at the dark screen for a while while anxiously rubbing the back of my recently shaved head. I suddenly look to both sides, feeling weirdly exposed in this open place. I am... sitting in a park, inside a stolen body. What would happen if I encountered any of Devon's acquaintances in a streak of bad luck?

I immediately straighten my back and take a deep breath while closing my dark-skinned hand over my chest, right where the hoodie is covering the magic pendant. I should be alright. I know very well that people of Devon's ilk are very unlikely to frequent this part of the city. And I know I can defend myself if any problems should arise.

Now that I've managed to calm down... maybe I should take a look to this crook's personal phone.

My lips tremble with the shadow of a smile once I unlock the screen with my(Devon's) fingerprint.

"Huh? Why is the data turned off?" I murmur.
Without thinking too much about the repercusions, I turn the data back on.

I regret my decision almost immediately. You see, by now, anyone who knows me should be aware that I've never been a social butterfly. The notifications I get in my phone are always scarce and mainly coming from work. I've rarely gotten more than 2 or 3 in a day unless my boss decided that it was time to nag me. So my distracted brain didn't take into consideration that Devon's social standing might be... a little different from my own.

Devon's phone turns straight up crazy once the system starts picking up all the drag from these last few days since I possessed this black man's body. The device doesn't stop vibrating for an entire half a minute, filling its screen with dozens upon dozens of notifications from social media, missed calls, SMS, Telegram, Whatsapp, Snapchat and a few more. By then I'm completely overwhelmed, I feel a knot in my stomach and my black skin is covered in a layer of cold sweat.
I have the impulse to turn off this device, stomp on it and throw it into the closest trashcan.
But I take yet another deep breath and try my best to calm down yet again.

However, this time it's getting a bit more difficult to keep my composture. I shuffle uncomfortably over the seat, wipe off my sweat and even cross one leg over the other, but I have to stop when I feel my bulky gonads getting crushed between the thighs.

"Ugh.."

At the end, I get up from the bank and sit over the grass under the nearest tree. That manages to do the trick, and I finally feel the panic subsiding to a tolerable level, just enough to think clearly and face the phone of the person whose body and life I stole.

The first thing I do is blocking Devon's number to prevent any incoming calls. Then, I uninstall Snapchat and every App I'm not familiar with, leaving only Instagram and the chat Apps.

After that, I brace myself and open the chat with the largest ammount of notifications.

"..Holy crap..." I mutter, staring at the long list of contacts with 'unseen messages'. Judging my their profile pictures and the kind of nicknames they're using, I can say that they're all the exact kind of people I'd expect to be acquainted with Devon. Why? Because in 8 of every 10 contacts, the pfp doesn't show the face. Instead, I see photos of hoodies and exposed forearms with expensive watches, hands doing some weird signs with their fingers, actual faces with a mask on, bellies with a six-pack covered in tattoos... It's almost as if they don't want their faces being seen by anyone who happened to open a contact's phone. And every single one of them is black.

Not to mention these names. They're all weird nicknames like 'TeEsHaWn', 'B-2rk', 'coryTyrone', 'Ol Rice', 'SHAK' or 'Lil'Maty'.
I frown and notice that Devon's own contact name is 'B-gLiZZY'.

"B-glizzy?" I say aloud. "What the hell does that even mean?"

I shake my head and then look at the contact with the largest ammount of unseen messages. This one is called 'daNNyGee' and, contrary to most of the others, its profile picture shows an actual face.

"A girl...?" I mutter while leaning over the screen.

I decide to open the chat, discovering a continuous streak of short messages, at least 40 of them, half of which are voice messages.

"Fuck..." I say in realization after reading a few of the texts. I think this girl might just be...

Devon's girlfriend.

I can't resist but tap on her profile, until her picture is on full display, showing a voluptuous mixed girl of brown skin and some of the biggest melons I've ever seen.

"Holy shit!" I exclaim, not expecting such a bombshell to be my... I mean Devon's girlfriend.

I feel myself absorbed into this picture, sinking most of my attention into that plump valley under her neckline.

And right when I'm about to zoom in that image to take a 'closer' look.

"Who is this cow?" Asks a casual voice right over my shoulder.

"Woaaaaaahhhhh!!!" I scream in surprise, almost throwing the phone.

I immediately scuffle away and I see Meilyn leaning over me with with her arms behind and a curious smile over her pretty face.

"I-I was... T-This is not... It's Devon's phone, you see?!" I show her the screen, feeling the strange urge to explain myself.

"I see." She says, keeping the casual tone. "And that's her girlfriend, I'm guessing?"

"It... looks like it." I stand up while swallowing saliva.

"Hmmm..."

She stares at me for a moment with an enigmatic expression.

"A-Are you... done already?" I ask her.

"Yep! All the goods have been successfully delivered!"

"Thank you very much." I say with a sigh. "I owe you one, for real."

Meilyn suddenly stares at me with her eyes wide open.

"Did I hear it right? You? Owing me?!" She asks in a baffled tone.

"W-What's wrong with that?"

Meilyn surprises me when she jumps forward and grabs my arm while caressing my ears with her delicious laughter.

"Ooh, Mark..." She says. "You're just way too nice for your own good."

I frown in confusion, failing to get the meaning of her words.

"Just yesterday, I was a stupid naive girl having the worst day of her entire existence." Meilyn leans over and turns her beautiful face towards me. "Then, you came along, dragged me out of that personal hell, fixed the whole mess and turned the worst day of my life all the way around into the greatest, most unforgettable night I've ever had."

I feel a thump in my chest, deeply touched by her words.

"So..." She continues in a more passionate voice. "Don't ever say that you 'owe me one', okay? You owe me nothing. In fact, I am the one who owes you everything!"

"A-Alright..." I answer, not really knowing how to respond to her sincerity.

Then, I notice how she is still walking a little weird.

"Uhm... Does it still hurt down there?" I ask, staring at her downsides. But when I notice the glare she is giving me, this time I get the message very quick. "-Right, sorry! I'll keep my mouth shut."

I've got quite a few things on my mind right now. There is my pendant's mana, Meilyn's eagerness to please me, the discovery of Devon's girlfriend...
I wonder what I should do next.