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You straighten your posture and attempt to adopt a confident smile despite your foggy mind. "Ryan, I'm so sorry about that," you say, trying to sound composed. "I'm actually Daniel's twin sister, Danielle. He never mentioned me? I'm visiting while he's at the gym."

The words come out slurred and unconvincing. Your compromised mental state makes constructing a coherent lie nearly impossible. Your hands nervously tug at your crop top, drawing Ryan's attention to the words "Cum Dumpster" emblazoned across your chest.

Ryan's eyes narrow, his gaze alternating between your face and your body. "Twin sister?" he says skeptically. "Daniel doesn't have a twin. I've known him since high school." He takes another step closer, and you instinctively back up until your thighs hit the edge of the bed. "And why would his sister be wearing... that?"

The proximity to Ryan intensifies the curse's effects. Your nipples visibly harden against the thin fabric, and you feel moisture gathering between your thighs. The pheromones you're emitting are having a visible effect on Ryan too—his pupils dilate, and a noticeable bulge forms in his athletic shorts.

"I was just... just trying to play a joke," you stammer, your thoughts scattering like marbles on a tilted floor. "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

The moment those words leave your mouth, you realize your mistake. The suggestion sounds far more provocative than you intended, especially given your appearance and the tangible sexual tension filling the room.

Ryan's expression changes, a predatory hunger replacing his earlier confusion. "Make it up to me?" he repeats, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Yeah, I think there is."

He moves with unexpected speed, closing the distance between you. His hand catches your wrist as you try to step away, pulling you against his muscular chest. The contact sends electric pulses of unwanted pleasure through your body.

"You know, Daniel," Ryan says, his free hand sliding down to grasp your hip, "I always thought you were an asshole the way you treated women. Talking about them like objects, bragging about all your conquests." His fingers dig into the flesh of your hip, making you gasp. "Maybe this is karma."

You try to push against his chest, but your arms feel weak and uncoordinated. "Ryan, stop, please. I don't—"

"Don't what?" he interrupts, his hand sliding under your skirt to cup your ass. "Don't want this? Your body says otherwise." He leans down, his breath hot against your ear. "I can smell how wet you are."

To your horror, he's right. Your new body is responding to him with shameful enthusiasm, your pussy throbbing with need despite your mental protests. The curse seems to be intensifying your reactions, making resistance increasingly difficult.

Ryan's mouth crashes down on yours in a demanding kiss. His tongue pushes past your lips as his hand squeezes your ass roughly. Through the thin material of his shorts, you can feel his erection pressing insistently against your stomach—thick, hard, and terrifyingly real.

"I've always wanted to put you in your place," Ryan growls against your lips, maneuvering you toward the bed. "Show you what it feels like to be on the receiving end." He pushes you down onto the mattress, looming over you with dark intent in his eyes. "Now I get to fuck that attitude right out of you."