Chapter 27
Chapter 27
“Eat a good dinner and rest properly tonight. Our family chef handles my meals. He’s excellent. You’ll like it. And you love baths. I’ll prepare your favorite bath salts.”
She was about to ask why he’d go that far. Then she heard “baths” and shut her mouth. Just as he’d thought. Milana’s body ran colder than most. It craved warmth on instinct. He’d confirmed this himself when they’d swapped bodies.
“Thank you. I will.”
She’d been desperate for a hot bath lately. Her cramped room had no tub. Her energy was gone. She accepted her friend’s offer with a smile. The man who gave wounds and then medicine felt his late-arriving conscience prick at him again.
Vladimir’s room, which she hadn’t visited in a while, still felt like another world. When she’d first woken up there after the swap, trembling with fear, she’d thought it was luxurious. Today the impression was even stronger. Milana the pauper looked over the crystal chandelier she’d seen when she first opened her eyes in this room. She tried hard to ignore the shrine in the corner. Still there, of course. Vladimir watched her reaction closely.
“Here, clothes. The bath is ready. Take your time washing up.”
He handed her a bundle of clothes. A luxurious lounge set with a soft sheen. Even underwear. It was strange. She had to ask.
“How did you get my clothes ready so fast? And how do you know my size?”
“…I lived in your body for days. You think I wouldn’t know? Leave your clothes there and go in.”
He didn’t answer the first question. He hadn’t bought them just now. He’d prepared them long ago, imagining the day Milana would come here. He decided then and there. He’d hide his dark side as much as possible. For her. She was already trembling with fear.
He saw her hesitating, an odd look on her face. He smirked.
“What, want me to join you? I’d love that.”
Milana’s face went bright red. She bolted into the bathroom. She even hiccuped from the shock.
The bathroom was lavish. Twice the size of her dorm room. She stared at the water lapping against the tub. She dipped her foot in first. So warm it raised goosebumps all over her body. The scent of marguerite flowers, just as he’d said. Her favorite. She slid into the water like she was being pulled under. The gap between her and Vladimir hit her all over again.
She slipped her fingers between her legs. She scraped the inside a few times. The water around her turned cloudy. The amount was endless. He must have filled her up completely.
She held her breath. The fluid kept seeping out of her open entrance.
Bova’s s***n.
“Ugh…”
Every time his thick release slid down her inner walls, goosebumps ran down her back. The part of her that had been trained in pleasure by him clenched around her thin fingers. It complained. This wasn’t what it wanted. It wanted something thicker. Hotter. Something that could stretch her belly full. She felt foreign to herself. Wanting that intense, foreign sensation. A poison that numbed both body and mind. The moment she remembered tangling with Bova, her face burst into flames. She coughed.
‘You’re crazy, Milana. What are you thinking right now.’
What’s wrong with you. That wasn’t real s*x. It was just emergency treatment. Until the spell fully wore off. You can’t do this.
“We’re friends.”
She’d practically begged for the label of “friend.” Pathetically. So don’t cross the line, Milana. She repeated it out loud a few times. But the words sounded hollow. Her thin voice faded.
She knew better than anyone. Things hadn’t gone back to the way they were.
The question had always lingered inside her.
‘Why did he curse me?’
It tormented her. Why had he gone that far? She had no answers. And yet too many things nagged at her. She mulled it over whenever she had a spare moment.
His true identity was beyond anything she could have imagined. And after that, the s*x came every day like a storm. It was all too confusing. She hadn’t dared to try mending their broken friendship.
‘I shouldn’t have handled it that way.’
Maybe that was why he’d gotten angrier when she asked to go back to being friends. If he resented her that much, he would’ve wanted an apology. She should have found a way to repay the debt. Instead of hiding behind excuses. Pretending it was about not wanting to lose a friend. Only pushing her own selfishness.
‘I should have asked what I did wrong. I should have apologized first.’
Half-submerged in the water, bubbles burst around her mouth. The regrets that circled her head like a round song always vanished when she faced him. Turned into a ringing in her ears. That was always the problem.
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