The prince was under a strange curse—any woman he spent the night with would swap bodies with him. As the daughter of a duke who failed to break the spell, I saw an opportunity.
Driven by curiosity, I coldly seduced him and shared his bed, then gave him the antidote before walking away without a second thought.
But the prince wouldn’t let it go. “Princess, are you leaving because I didn’t satisfy you that night?” he teased.
I stayed silent.
“Let me try again,” he insisted. “This time, I won’t disappoint you.”
To make things worse, the curse wasn’t broken. Instead, our bodies kept switching unpredictably.
Now, the only way to return to our original forms is to truly crave each other’s bodies.
A tangled game of desire and deception—these are the circumstances of our changing bodies.
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