#2 Wearing the skin of the college girl living next door, enjoying the girl's apartment as the hostess of the house

I walked excitedly around Haruna's house, touching here and there.

I'd never done anything like this before, because I'd leave fingerprints.

But now, I didn't have to worry about that, because my fingerprints were identical to Haruna's.

I held my hands in front of me, examining them closely.

Their delicate hands were perfectly smooth, devoid of any unwanted hair.

Their slender fingers were tipped with cherry blossom-colored nails.

Normally, my hands looked only dark and plump, but now, I felt like a young woman admiring her meticulously maintained hands.

Everything about this place was making me lose my composure, from the smells to the everyday items.

"They've all been used by some disgusting stalker I don't know," I thought.

"But he'd never notice, huh?"

I felt the rubbing of my pantyhose beneath my skirt, flipping through the various items like the "I" in my memory.

"Ah, this is..."

I pulled out a photo frame.

It showed a photo of Haruna-chan and a cute girl.

They were playing on the beach, both in bikinis, so adorable.

I dug into my memory a little, and the memories from the photo came back vividly.

It was as if I'd actually played with this girl myself.

"Hmm... So this girl's name is Haruna..."

Nishino Haruna,

Haruna's childhood friend, seemed to have been friends since elementary school.

Haruna was a year younger than Haruna, so they were still in high school, but they often communicated via phone, and Haruna had expressed her desire to attend the same university as Haruna.

Back in high school,

Haruna would often act a little too affectionately towards Haruna, but Haruna herself seemed to think it was just normal best friend behavior.

Wow, interesting.

In the photo, Haruna-chan was wearing a light blue bikini, her light pink hair tied in twin ponytails catching the sunlight.

So cute.

"I also want to try this girl's body..."

I inadvertently expressed my inner thoughts using

Haruna-chan's mind and voice .

After some tossing and turning,

I felt this body's hunger signals and glanced up at the wall clock.

"Is it noon already?"

Time flew by so quickly, I was so engrossed in it that

I didn't even notice the passage of time. This is a rare opportunity, so let Haruna-chan cook me a meal.

The "me" in my memory seemed quite good at cooking, too.

So virtuous, Haruna-chan, we're just going to have to get married now, right?

"Speaking of cooking, then of course..."

I stripped off all my clothes and tossed them on the sofa.

Though my skin felt a little cold from being exposed to the air, the excitement overshadowed everything else.

It didn't matter.

If I caught a cold, it would probably just be this body, so

I could just peel off the skin.

"Let me look..."

There was an apron hanging on one wall in the kitchen, and I put it on.

"...Ah ❤"

The rough fabric of the apron rubbed against my nipples, causing them to harden instantly.

This body is so sensitive.

I took the ingredients out of the refrigerator, and my body naturally started to move, without any intervention on my part.

Haruna's body memory allowed me to easily handle everything with just the thought of "cooking." Busy at the pot, the aroma filled the room. Her every move was no different from that of "normal" Fujiwara Haruna, except that the owner of the house would usually be dressed neatly, but this time she was wearing a naked apron. If an outsider were watching, it would definitely be strange.

After eating, I wanted to rest.

As expected, Haruna-chan has a very small appetite.

Even though the portion size is tailored to this body's needs,

I barely finished it.

If there's any leftovers, put them in the fridge. Will that confuse me? Hehe.

A wave of sleepiness came over me.

Normally,

"I (わたし)" should be taking a nap at this time. Anyway,

I should be resting in one of the classrooms at this time.

I should make good use of my bed at home.

Otherwise, it would be a waste not to stay home when I'm paying a lot of rent.

So, let me bother "I (わたし)" with my bedroom again ♫~

Although Haruna-chan herself doesn't have the habit of sleeping naked,

I didn't plan to put on clothes before going to bed. I crawled directly into the quilt.

However,

I didn't smell the strong aroma of Haruna-chan like before.

"Is it because I'm used to it~"

After all, I am Haruna-chan now . I 'm probably used to

my own smell . But when I think about how I used to only emit a sour and smelly smell, this contrasting reality makes me even more excited. If I lie here with my own body for a while, Haruna-chan will definitely notice.

I slowly moved my body in the quilt, feeling the touch of my delicate skin and the friction with the soft fabric.

My body was getting hotter and hotter, and the hot feeling spread to my lower abdomen.

My right hand moved downward unconsciously, and as soon as my fingers touched the area around my vagina, my body trembled involuntarily, and the feeling of comfort continued to increase.

"Haah..."

I used my left hand to knead my breasts.

Although I only pinched my nipples lightly, the instant pleasure ran through my whole body.

Sticky love juice began to slowly flow out from my crotch.

I slowly rubbed the wet part with my index finger.

"Huah... Hmm... Huh... Huh..."

My body instinctively asked for more.

"Hmm——"

What is this?

Not good.

It feels more comfortable than before. Is it because I am more excited because I masturbated on the bed where Haruna usually sleeps ? My head feels light and fluttery. "Ah... Ah❤..." I can't think anymore.

I fingered my pussy harder, a sensual sound of water emanating from below.

"I'm going to, I'm going to———❤❤❤"

My body trembled, and I climaxed right there on Haruna's bed. I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't want to shed this skin anymore,

I didn't want to leave Haruna's body anymore.

After knowing this kind of female pleasure, who would want to go back?

I pondered this, panting as I lay on Haruna's bed.

"I mean, I went a little too far."

I had only managed to get through it through sheer ****, but what was I going to do with the sheets soaked with my love juices?

Washing them was easy, but if I just changed them, they'd definitely be discovered.

"Hmm, what should I do..."

Just as I was fretting, the doorbell suddenly rang, and my heart skipped a beat.

"Oh, you're kidding!"

Someone was coming at this hour.

Calm down, calm down.

If it was the doorbell, it definitely wasn't Haruna back.

As long as it wasn't the owner of the room, there was definitely a way to get away with it.

As quickly as possible,

I tossed the scattered clothes in the living room into the bedroom.

I pulled a white tank top from the closet and threw it on, skipping my underwear and instead picking up a pair of black shorts.

The crotch seam rubbed against my lower body as I walked, a little itchy, but also very comfortable.

I glanced in the mirror.

It looked like something Haruna-chan would normally wear; after all, I was using my memory to find the clothes.

"I'm coming—"

I said as I walked towards the entrance.

This was my first time interacting with someone as Haruna-chan, and it was bad. It seemed a bit exciting.

I opened the door, and the delivery man stood before me, clutching a cardboard box.

His expression was a bit vacant, as if he hadn't expected me to open the door.

"...Huh?" I asked, somewhat surprised, at his vacant expression.

At that moment, he seemed to come to his senses.

"...Ah, Ms. Fujiwara, hello. This is the package I contacted you about today."

"Out of curiosity, I rang the doorbell... But didn't you say you weren't home and that I could just leave it on the counter by the door?"

Ah, screwed.

I never expected this to happen.

But as long as I didn't seem overwhelmed, I could find any excuse. After all, no matter how I looked at it, I was still Fujiwara Haruna, and my words reflected the will of "Fujiwara Haruna."

"Ah, sorry, I went home early today and forgot to contact you. I'm so sorry~"

"No, no, that's not true! It would be even better if you could pick it up in person! Well, please sign this."

The deliveryman handed me the pen.

I took the pen in my hand, and almost unconsciously, my hand moved, signing "I (わたし)" in a perfectly cute girl's handwriting.

"Okay, then I'll take my leave."

"Ah, okay, thank you, bye."

After closing the door,the footsteps outside gradually faded.

Huh, she didn't realize I was just a disgusting man in disguise, the room's owner.

It's getting late.

If Haruna-chan comes home early, it'll be troublesome.

Better to clean up and leave as soon as possible.

That being said,

I almost forgot about the sheets.

"And what about this delivery..."

If I leave it out, it'll look weird with my signature already on it . ... ...Delivery? "...Ah," a memory from a few days ago suddenly flashed back to me. It was Haruna-chan, lying on the sofa, ordering spare sheets online for my bedroom. I loved the feel of my current sheets, so I bought the exact same style from the same store. Got it! That's it! What a coincidence! It was just an unintentional act I did a few days ago, but it made things easy for the perverted peeping Tom who lives next door, haha. I opened the package and took out the contents. I found the exact same white sheets. That was a real help. I just need to put them on the bed and take the dirty sheets away. As for the missing package, I'll have to ask the courier to take responsibility.

After a busy day,

I've tidied the room to the same level I arrived in the morning.

The trash is packed and sorted, and the ventilated windows are closed. This body is a little exhausted after all this , but I can't shed my skin just yet. If the neighbors see a strange man entering or leaving Haruna-chan's apartment, someone will definitely tell her. Then, I'll definitely be caught, and my social life will be over. It seems I have **** but to leave in Haruna-chan's body. This opportunity is rare, so I'll just leave in this outfit. I have a few similar pieces in my closet, so even if I take one, it won't be a surprise. Oh, and I'll take a set of underwear with me, Haruna-chan. You won't blame me, will you? After all, living in this body requires proper underwear. Besides, a girl wearing women's clothing will be less suspicious than a disgusting-looking man sneaking around with a few women's clothes . I grabbed my packed things and walked into the hallway. My small feet were clad in the men's shoes I'd worn this morning, completely inappropriate, dragging them along. Great, there's no one around. I pulled my house key from the pocket of my shorts and entered my room, even though I was a man. "Ah... I'm so tired..." a cute voice echoed through the room. Speaking of which, this was the first time a girl had entered my room, even though it was still me. Even though I could feel the throbbing sensation, my body was so exhausted that I couldn't react any further. I wanted to just lie down on the bed and sleep. But I couldn't fall asleep just yet; I had something else I wanted to experiment with. Shedding all her clothes, the naked girl stood in the room, closed her eyes, and reached up to the back of her neck. Though invisible to the naked eye, a very fine crack could be felt with my touch . I concentrated, exerting a slight pressure with my hands. The crack widened noticeably and extended rapidly. Soon, I felt a cracking sensation on my back, and the skin on my face, as if repelled by a ****, separated from my own. "Looks like I can peel off this skin now!" The sight of my own body exposed to the air wouldn't interest anyone, but even more than that, I noticed something else: the intense fatigue I'd felt just a moment before vanished without a trace. It seemed that everything I experienced while wearing leather remained solely on the leather itself. If there were no consequences for anything I did, that would be quite convenient. The instructions said the leather could be machine washed, so I threw the sheets and Haruna-chan's leather into the washing machine. Watching Haruna-chan, now a hollow figure behind the glass, stretch and twist, was incredibly amusing, and I couldn't help but laugh. I was truly looking forward to the rest of my life.

After that,

Haruna returned home, seemingly unaware that a man had spent the entire day in her room, masturbating on her bed.

I, on the other hand, continued to stay in my room, rarely leaving. I usually masturbated in Haruna's clothes, but the time I took them off became less and less.

If Haruna wasn't home for a while,

I'd just stay in her room. I'd keep extra sheets, the same laundry detergent as hers, and

I became increasingly well-prepared. I became more and more adept at entering and leaving her house and covering my tracks, treating it like a second apartment.

I'd even sneak into her bedroom at night while she slept.

Thanks to her lithe figure,

I made almost no noise.

After unlocking her phone with my face, I installed special software

that allowed me to remotely monitor all her messages, giving me a better understanding of Haruna's daily life, somewhat making up for my lack of recent memory.

I'd learned through the software that she was leaving on Friday for a camping trip with friends and wouldn't be back that weekend, so I happily moved in with a pile of masturbation toys I'd bought.

I masturbated for two days straight, and in the end my legs were so weak that I couldn't stand up. I tried all kinds of clothes in my wardrobe, whether it was a dress I brought from my hometown or a bold swimsuit I bought recently .

It was also very comfortable to masturbate while wearing them. I picked out a few that I liked and took them all back to my room.

I also ordered a lot of takeout.

Maybe it was because I deliberately wore very revealing clothes.

The delivery man must have seen my nipples when he came to deliver the food.

Especially when I leaned on him, the blushing face was so funny.

It’s really a foul for beautiful women.

They can make men crazy with just a little action. Haha, I wonder what the delivery man would think of Haruna if she ordered food herself later. This opportunity is rare. Since I had plenty of time, I made good use of her bathroom in the evening. The water from the shower head rushed on her pussy, which was very stimulating . The pleasure spread throughout my body like an electric current. I kneaded my breasts while inserting the shower head into her pussy. I climaxed several times in the bathroom. After taking a shower, I put on Haruna’s usual bath towel and sat on the sofa watching TV. My long legs rubbed against each other, feeling her smooth skin.

It looks like a female college student living alone, but who would have thought that there is a man inside this girl's body?

Slowly, I took all this for granted, as if I was born as Fujiwara Haruna herself.

The sense of loss after shedding my skin became more and more serious.

Seeing my original ugly and fat body, I felt a deep disgust for myself.

Obviously, Haruna and I have the same body, but I can't stay in this room full of girls' smell every day.

My heart, which was originally filled with desire, began to be squeezed by jealousy.

Why not just leave it like this.

After finishing another masturbation, I rummaged through the cabinet in the room naked.

"Ah, I found it" the unused yellow potion and the instructions.

"'Permanent Possession' potion:

The target needs to take half of it, and the target's body will quickly turn into wearable skin.

After wearing it, the effect is basically the same as the copy skin, and all memories can be read.

If the remaining potion is consumed after wearing the target's body, the user will completely merge with the target's skin, completely replacing the target.

The skin cannot be taken off again, so please use with caution."

That's it, it's time to say goodbye to this ugly body that is completely unsuitable for me.

Because your body is so tempting, Haruna,

I did this kind of thing, so it's all because your body is too lustful, it's all your fault, Haruna.

I tightly grasped the potion bottle,

"Huhee, wait for me... Haruna"