Chapter 9
Chapter 9
Kneeling quietly like a prisoner awaiting sentencing, Milana felt the silence pressing down on her. She couldn’t take it. She opened her mouth.
“Look, about us swapping bodies… I’ll do whatever it takes to switch us—”
“I already know how.”
Bova’s voice cut in, calm. He sat with his legs crossed, elbow on his knee, staring at Milana like he wanted to devour her. There was no other word for it. Devour. A wild look in his eyes. Something rough and unreadable churning underneath.
‘Hurk…’
In that moment, Milana was nothing but prey, cowering before a predator, hoping for mercy. She had to agree to anything.
“Th-That’s great. If there’s anything I can do, I’ll do it. Really!”
“Anything? Really?”
“Yes! Just tell me!”
“Hah. This is insane.”
Bova’s eyes rolled back, dark and deep like a swamp. Milana’s head spun right along with them.
He tapped his chin with his fingers for a while, then seemed to make up his mind. He blinked slowly a few times. A smile curled at the corner of his lips. A crooked smile, twisted somewhere deep inside. Milana didn’t even know her own face could make that expression. It was full of meaning.
“Milana, you know how to use a cleansing spell, right?”
“Uh huh…”
“Do it now.”
Even if it’s you inside, it’s still my body. Can’t do this while it’s dirty. Milana didn’t quite get what he was muttering, but she hurried to cast the spell. He probably meant they should trade bodies back in the cleanest state possible. Now fresh and dry, as if just out of a bath, she waited for the next step.
“What do I do now?”
“Lie down on the bed.”
Maybe this was some kind of activation condition for a spell or ritual. She lay down straight on the bed. Stiff as a board, she waited for the next order. Then words she never expected stabbed into her ear.
“Take everything off.”
Huh?
Her eyes went wide. Bova just shrugged.
“Even if it’s my body, I’m not into stripping a guy.”
“I’ve never even seen a man’s body before!”
She’d never dated anyone and only had little sisters. She’d never had a chance to see anything else. A friend’s naked body was a huge hurdle. That’s why she hadn’t been able to bathe or even change clothes since the swap. And now suddenly she had to get naked?
“Oh, really?”
His stiff expression from earlier melted into a soft, smiling gaze. It was strange. Why did he suddenly look so pleased?
“Fine. I’ll do it then. You just watch the mirror.”
Keep watching. Don’t take your eyes off. Watch my body.
She didn’t understand the request, but she couldn’t bring herself to ask. The pressure crushing her had loosened just a little. She didn’t want to ruin the mood by talking back.
Milana watched, uneasy, as her own small, familiar body approached with some unknown heat. The shower gown slipped off the shoulders. The curve of her b*****s was visible. The n*****s, long and stretched out as if welcoming touch. They were bigger and redder than she remembered, changed into something ripe and unfamiliar. They even glistened a little. Were mine always that… big? That red? They looked so strangely provocative she couldn’t help but stare. She froze, stunned by the shocking transformation.
“C-Cold?”
That was the only reason she could think of with her limited knowledge. The only explanation for n*****s looking like that. Bova just laughed at the words she’d barely managed to squeeze out through her tangled thoughts.
“No.”
And with that, the shirt covering Bova’s body was ripped open. Buttons flew. The belt and buckle came loose in seconds. He didn’t care that Milana was recoiling in shock.
“Well, whatever. It’s my body I’m undressing anyway.”
That was true, but still… Milana fumbled for a rebuttal, but in that short moment, Bova’s body was stripped and tossed onto the bed. Her face, frozen in shock with only briefs left on, was turned to the side. Bova had forced her head toward the mirror.
“Watch closely. This is…”
Small, girlish hands pulled down Milana’s briefs without a hint of hesitation. The heated flesh sprang up like a coil.
“Bova!”
Milana shrieked.
What rejoiced in its freedom was a massive, hard, furiously angry club. Thick and long. It tapered slightly toward the tip, but the base was already so thick that, with a little exaggeration, it looked about as wide as Milana’s original wrist. The size was one thing. The thick veins bulging all over seemed to be snarling at her, asking why she’d kept it locked up this long. Clear fluid dripped from the slit at the tip. It was shocking.
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