[ Contains mild 18+ ]
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On the top floor of the hotel, Ash unlocked the door to one of the larger rooms and stepped inside with Eve close behind. The soft click of the lock echoed faintly as he secured it.
Warm pink light washed over the room, blending with the low hum of music that pulsed gently through hidden speakers: the kind of melody that whispered of indulgence and sin.
Eve stood still, her pulse quickening. Even after four years together, they had never crossed that final line. Every kiss, every touch had always stopped just short; an unspoken promise of restraint. But now… the air between them felt heavier and charged.
She knew what people her age did behind closed doors. Affairs, flings, hidden lovers — whispered rumors that never reached daylight.
In that sense, Francis's affair with her stepsister wasn't unusual. But the recording she had seen was only two days old… proof that the betrayal was still ongoing.
"Mmh~" She shivered as Ash wrapped his arms around her from behind, his breath brushing her ear, his lips tracing her nape.
"Ash… I don't know if this is right," she whispered, her voice breaking. "What if we get caught?"
He paused, looking at her reflection in the mirror: her flushed cheeks, her trembling lips. Then, his voice dropped to a low murmur near her ear.
"If we do… maybe our reputation falls," he said softly, "but he'll fall with us. And if that marriage of yours breaks apart, isn't that even better?"
Her breath hitched. The logic was cruel, but her heart clung to it like it was the only thing keeping her from breaking.
"Ah~!" she gasped as he gently bit her earlobe, her protest melting into a shiver.
Ash turned her around, his eyes dark with intent. Without another word, he lifted her into his arms and carried her toward the vast silk-draped bed.
Eve's hat slipped from her head, landing soundlessly on the carpet.
For a brief moment, she stared into his eyes, torn between fear and desire, before finally letting herself fall on the bed.
Eve watched as Ash pulled off his shirt, the dim pink light tracing the lines of his toned body: each scar a story, each mark a memory. Even after all these years, she couldn't help but stare.
He climbed onto the bed, caging her in his legs. Her hands tightened on the sheets, her heart hammering so loud she swore he could hear it.
"I booked this room for twenty-four hours," he murmured against her ear, his voice low and teasing. "No interruptions. You'll probably leave in the morning… so tonight, I'll explore every inch of your body… and make it mine."
Eve hiccupped softly, half-nervous, half-breathless. "You're an animal… I don't even know how I fell for you."
Ash smirked, brushing his thumb over her cheek. "Then let me remind you why."
Eve's breath hitched as Ash's warmth enveloped her, his mouth lingering on her nape. She closed her eyes; perhaps out of shame, or perhaps because she was simply lost in the sensation.
Somewhere along the way, he had already unbuttoned her; now, both of them lay naked before each other.
By the time he took her fully into his arms, she was already a trembling mess: her breath unsteady, her skin glistening with sweat. Faint marks trailed along her neck and breast, as though he were claiming territory with every kiss and bite.
She realized, distantly, that if anyone who knew her saw her now, they'd be too stunned to believe this was Evelyn Valemont: the quiet, shy, and elegant woman they once knew.
Then he pushed in fully, entering her pussy, and a cry escaped Eve's lips—a sound caught between pain and pleasure. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes as her fingers dug into Ash's skin, leaving faint marks where her nails pressed too hard.
After that, everything blurred — her moans, his laboured breath, the dizzying rhythm between them. When he finally released his seed deep inside her, a bliss so overwhelming washed over her that it silenced every thought, every fear.
When it was over, a faint smile lingered on her face. They had finally become one. She had always wanted this, but duty and responsibility had chained her heart for too long. Now, at least for tonight, she was free.
But her smile soon turned to horror when she saw he was still hard… and from the look in his eyes, he seemed intent on making sure she wouldn't be able to walk properly into her own wedding. She even wondered if that had been his real motive all along.
The world beyond the room faded, replaced by the steady rhythm of their movements and the creaking bed, until the night itself grew weary and slipped into silence.
Ash and Eve slept in each other's arms, their bodies entwined as one. Yet, neither noticed the faint burn igniting deep within their essence — as if even their souls were drawing closer, slowly intertwining in silence.
* * *
The sun poured through the curtained windows, casting warm light across the room.
Eve groaned, half-awake, her body aching in ways she hadn't expected. Memories of the night before flashed through her mind, and for a brief moment, she smiled: no regrets, only the weight of what they had shared.
She turned to the sleeping figure in her arms, reaching out to brush the soft white hair, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to the forehead. Then she froze.
Something felt… off.
Blinking rapidly, she looked again. The beauty with white hair, porcelain skin, and delicate features — it wasn't Ash.
"What the…?!" she muttered, panic and confusion twisting her stomach. She pulled back the bedsheet, only for her breath to catch. "What the actual… fuck?!"
The other stirred, blinking slowly, letting out a ridiculously cute yawn. "What… is it, Eve? Why are you screaming first thing in the morning?" the voice asked — her voice, her face… but not her.
"Hehe… do you want another round? Did you like it that much?!" the voice teased, making Eve's head spin even further.
It took her only a heartbeat, but the realization hit like a thunderbolt: she and Ash had swapped bodies. Somehow… after their first time, this insane, impossible event had occurred.
"No… no… no, what is happening?!" she shrieked, bolting for the mirror and nearly tripping in panic.
The reflection staring back at her wasn't her own. Sculpted muscles, broad shoulders, and familiar black hair — her eyes widened in disbelief. She was in Asher's body.
And she knew for a fact that Ash was now in hers.
Eve could only gape, utterly dumbfounded. Did they eat something strange yesterday? Or… was this what usually happened after a man and woman had their first time?! Her thoughts were racing completely off the rails.
"Holy shit!! When did I grow these massive breasts?!" A high-pitched, cute voice erupted from Asher, struggling to comprehend how his toned chest had turned into… this.
"You… you bastard! Don't touch them… that's mine!" Eve yelled from Asher's body… and bolted toward him on the bed, desperate to make sure he didn't do anything weird in her body.
Asher's mouth fell open as he watched himself rushing at him. He rubbed his eyes, and even pinched his cheeks; but it was still him.
Did I somehow use shadow clone jutsu in my sleep or something?! he wondered in utter disbelief.
Eve reached the bed and yanked Asher's hands away from her… chest, locking them firmly in her own grip.
"Don't… don't do anything, idiot! We… somehow swapped bodies. Did you do something to me while I was asleep?!" she demanded, her eyes narrowing with suspicion.
Asher stared at her like she'd lost her mind. "Yes, I fucked you when you were—"
"Stop… stop!" she cut him off, pressing her hand over his mouth. "Don't pollute my body with your vulgar mouth!" It was bizarre hearing such harsh words come out of a cute girl's voice.
Eve couldn't let this happen. If Ash stayed in her body, getting caught for sleeping with him would be the least of her worries.