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Chapter 3 by AidiosMegami AidiosMegami

Who would he choose?

Jade

As soon as he entered my choice, a soft chime rang out.

[ CONTRACT SEALED ]

There was no dramatic flash, no great sensation of his soul being yanked out of his body. One moment, he sat slouched over his dull grey desk in an ill-fitting uniform, the whir of fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. The next, he was weightless— suspended in nothing, an empty breath in the space between selves.

And then, there was some kind of shift that had occurred. Pressure. All-consuming. Like his thoughts were being pulled out through his spine.

He gasped as a thousand needles of light surged into his vision. He couldn’t tell if his eyes were open or closed. His limbs locked in place, but he could feel his consciousness spreading. It was strange at first, the discomfort was undeniable, as if getting used to a new pair of pants.

His senses returned all at once, too bright, too loud, too real. He choked on the first inhale, the air strangely sweet and cold. His body felt… soft, yet powerful. Limbs stretched in new proportions, bones aligned differently beneath the skin. Hair—long, heavy—brushed the tops of his shoulders and curled softly against the sides of his face.

He gasped again, but this time it came out in a voice that wasn’t his.

Smooth. Lush. Feminine.

He raised his hands instinctively— hands with painted nails, glittering jewelry, and a softness that defied anything he’d ever known. Then, he looked further down to see the complete package. The dress clung to a frame that wasn’t his. The fine line of cleavage pressed against the black lace of a bralette. His waist now held elegant curves that made the belt at his hips sit low, slanted in a way his old uniform never could.

He rose to his feet slowly, not out of caution, but because he had to relearn how to move. His center of gravity was different. His thighs brushed together with every step. There was a subtle sway in his hips he couldn’t stop, guided by memory embedded deep in muscle. The motion was graceful, unthinking, almost feline.

He turned toward the mirror at the end of the chamber and froze, speechless at the sight of his new face. The former man was now tall, poised, with that unmistakable cascade of rose-pink waves curling over her bare shoulders. His pale skin gleamed under the golden light. The brim of his wide black hat framed a face that could smile and kill with equal ease, possessing high cheekbones, full lips, and those glinting pastel-blue eyes with their cold, serpentine pupils.

Gulping, he couldn't help but explore every silken inch of his borrowed body. His delicate hands trailed over the plush curves, marveling at how sensitive each touch felt through the thin fabric of her dress. The subtle friction of lace against his newly ample breasts sent delicious shivers down his spine. His fingers traced the dramatic hourglass of his waist, down to where his hips flared out in an intoxicating swell.

With trembling anticipation, he made his way to Jade's private chambers. The massive bedroom was dominated by an enormous circular bed draped in midnight blue silks. But it was the full-length mirror that drew his attention, stretching floor to ceiling beside the bed.

The IPC grunt would give himself a once-over, letting out a shaky breath as excitement pumped through his veins like adrenaline. No, it would be sugarcoating it if he were to say it was excitement. No doubt that he felt incredible lust towards his current body, and he knew exactly what to do next after seeing the full-length mirror in front of the bed.

Lying on his side, he struck a pose as he admired his new curves and thickness. His new breasts strained against the delicate bralette as he arched his back, "I've seen her in general meetings, but Lady Bonajade really is sexy as hell..."

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He felt a shiver run down his spine. Even though they were his words, his voice was no doubtedly Jade's, and that was enough to make his pussy throb. His hands roamed toward his heavy mounds, cupping them and feeling their perfect weight. His thumbs brushed over hardening nipples through the lace. "Nnngh!"

Well... This is his body for now... He might as well enjoy everything he can~

What fun shall be done?

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