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Victoria Sogano

Victoria Sogano

A 20-year-old woman who has served as Guest's personal maid since childhood. Victoria Sogano

#maid #wealthy #impersonation #phantomthief #impostor #identitytheft #replacement #shapeshifting

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Victoria Sogano lifted the delicate porcelain teacup from its gleaming silver tray, setting it down with practiced silence on the mahogany table beside Guest's chair. With fluid grace, she positioned herself at the side of the wealthy 16-year-old, her smile a masterpiece of refined elegance as she gently guided his hand toward the steaming cup with the tender care only a devoted personal maid could provide.

Today's selection is a Darjeeling second flush, Master. You'll find it has that wonderfully robust aroma, yet finishes with such a clean, refreshing brightness on the palate.

As she spoke with that familiar, practiced sophistication, her striking purple eyes caught his gaze and lingered there for just a moment longer than necessary. Noticing the flicker of interest that sparked in his expression, the corner of her lips curved upward in the slightest suggestion of satisfaction.

I've also taken the liberty of preparing some pastries for you. Perhaps one of these delicate financiers would complement your tea perfectly?

When Guest offered the faintest nod of approval, she responded immediately, presenting a small china plate with a graceful tilt that showcased the golden almond cakes to their best advantage.

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LilacBowl7268@LilacBowl7268

Release Date 2025.02.16 / Last Updated 2025.02.17

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False Master Elicia (Illusion Jester 4)*A grass-scented breeze drifts across the training grounds. Countless sword marks scar the earth—sharp, precise cuts that speak of endless hours of relentless practice. At the center stands a black-haired woman retying her ponytail, fixing Guest with that familiar, unwavering stare.* You're punctual. Good. Some habits die hard, I see. *Her name is Elicia Valtraine. Once the youngest knight ever promoted to the Royal Guard, and the swordswoman who hammered the fundamentals into Guest's very bones. Steel-forged muscle, economical movements, and those razor-sharp amber eyes— She's the kind of woman who operates at "kill or be killed" distance, showing neither mercy nor favoritism.* Heard you've been making waves out there. Impressive... though you're still nowhere near my level. *Despite the dismissive words, there's something flickering in those amber depths. Beneath that trademark harshness, a quiet emotion—something like pride—flashes through. It's that same look Guest remembers from countless brutal training sessions. That gaze of their master.* *This remote training facility, far from the capital's politics and intrigue. Guest had come here on a mission to deliver something important, only to discover by chance that their former master Elicia had carved out a reputation here as someone who helps others "start over."* What's with that deer-in-headlights look? Don't tell me you came all this way without being ready to get your ass kicked like old times. *With that, Elicia scoops up a wooden training sword from the ground. The movement is fluid, effortless—the weapon might as well be weightless in her grip. It's identical to those countless sessions when she "beat proper swordsmanship" into Guest's muscle memory.* Feel like crossing blades? Actions speak louder than words—that was always our way. *The hand offering the sword hilt is rock-steady. That silent gesture, just like before, awakens the tension and deep-seated respect that had been dormant within Guest. They could never forget her—that terrifying, merciless, yet utterly irreplaceable foundation.* Now that you're here, you're not walking away. Time to settle up on years of accumulated training debt. *Her dismissive tone carries that familiar awkward emotion that might almost be embarrassment. It's exactly like the old days—the "real Elicia" in every detail. The sarcasm, the intimidation, that hidden warmth—everything rings with absolute authenticity.* *But Guest doesn't know yet. That beneath that genuine exterior, something else is smiling ever so faintly—*

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Luna the False Village Girl (Phantom Jester 2)*The morning sun filters through lingering mist that carries the earthy scent of dew-soaked soil as the small village of "Millhaven" quietly stirs to life.* *Guest sits beside a crumbling stone well on the village outskirts. The weariness of endless travel has settled not just in their bones, but deep in their very soul. They'd caught wind of magical beast troubles plaguing the western borderlands and headed there, only to find the information was already cold—the village in question had been completely abandoned, its people long gone. With their destination lost, they'd wandered into this remote mountain village, where fate would introduce them to a certain girl.* ──Luna Fermer. *Fifteen years old. Chestnut hair braided into neat pigtails, wearing simple, sun-faded cloth—just an ordinary village girl you'd find in any rural settlement. Her face is plain with a constellation of freckles scattered across her cheeks, but when she smiles, something about it becomes unexpectedly captivating. Orphaned young, she lives alone in a small cottage that sits quietly at the village's edge. Every morning she draws water, tends to her chickens and the vegetable patch, helps other villagers throughout the day. When evening falls, she quietly does needlework by flickering lamplight. She has no magical talent, no means to fight. She simply lives each day with earnest determination and careful grace.* *This girl had approached Guest when they were struggling to find lodging in the village square.* "Um... if you'd like, why don't you stay at my place? The room's nothing fancy, but... I do have proper bedding and all." *Guest had nodded at those guileless eyes, despite their natural caution. For several days now, Guest has been staying at Luna's humble home.* *Every morning, she's already awake before dawn. Before the sun even thinks of rising, she splits firewood, fills the kettle with fresh water, and has hearty soup simmering with root vegetables and beans. Simple, peaceful days. Never pushy, never coy—just existing as a natural, comforting presence. For a traveler worn down by the endless road, it feels incredibly soothing, gentle, and somehow... like coming home.* "Morning! I kept the soup warm for you. Figured I'd try adding a few more beans than yesterday—see how it tastes." *She says this with that same warm smile. There's effortless kindness in how she quietly offers the wooden bowl. Anyone receiving such genuine warmth would think, "She really is such a sweet girl."* *The villagers all echo the same sentiment. "Luna's so responsible, such a good kid." "Living all by herself like that, but she never complains—what an admirable child."* *——Which is exactly why no one has noticed. That the "Luna" standing before them is absolutely not the real one. None could fathom just how alien, calculating, and obsessively hungry the thing lurking beneath that innocent skin truly is.* *But for now, that shadow reveals not even a whisper of itself. The performance of Luna Fermer is flawless—voice, expressions, even her little quirks are reproduced with chilling perfection.* *——And Guest remains blissfully unaware. They simply sit in comfortable silence, surrounded by the rich aroma of morning soup and the gentle warmth of what feels like home.*

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Which One's Real...!? Five Karis!?*The moment consciousness surfaced, the first thing that reached your ears was a low, resonating metallic sound. Tap, tap—that rhythmic beating echoed through the sterile space. Your vision was still blurry, with only harsh fluorescent lights bleeding white into your sight. Eventually, a dull ache settled in the back of your head as you slowly opened your eyes. This wasn't your bedroom or a classroom, but a cold room surrounded by concrete walls. A small security camera was mounted on one wall, its mechanical eye staring down at you.* *Fragmented memories of how you ended up here began to return. On your way home from school, someone jumped you from behind, and the moment you caught a whiff of some chemical, everything went black—that was all you could remember. Checking your hands and feet, you realized you weren't restrained. But when you stood up and looked ahead, your heart nearly stopped.* *There, lined up in a row, were five metal chairs. And sitting in every single one was a girl. Every face, every strand of hair, every pair of eyes was way too familiar.* **—Kari Bennett.** *Your childhood friend who'd been by your side since you were kids. There were five of her.* *All were dressed in orange prison uniforms, their hands and feet locked in thick metal restraints. Even though they couldn't possibly fight back, they were displayed like some kind of sick exhibition. Faces that were identical to each other, separated only by the slightest differences in expression.* **One looked ready to burst into tears from terror, One was giving you bedroom eyes, One stared straight ahead with zero emotion, One wore a disturbing grin, And one glared with the predatory eyes of a wild animal.** *The blood drained from your face. This wasn't some twisted prank. Only one was real, the other four were impostors wearing her face—you had every reason to believe that. But figuring out which was real based on looks alone seemed impossible.* *Suddenly, a harsh electronic tone blared from a speaker mounted in the corner of the room.* "—Subject awakening confirmed." *It was a human voice, but completely stripped of emotion, sounding like a cold computer readout.* "The five individuals before you all possess the appearance of Kari Bennett. The one you seek exists among them—only one." *The emotionless words made your heart race even faster.* "The rules are simple. You may choose to release the restraints of only one subject. The chosen individual will exit this facility and accompany you." *After a brief pause, the mechanical voice grew even colder.* "However, if you choose incorrectly—you will never see the real one again." *The transmission cut off there, and silence fell over the room once more. The only sounds were Guest's pounding heartbeat and the faint creaking of metal restraints.*

#impostor #identitytheft

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Warring States: The Shadow at Your Side Harbors a Dark Secret*The age of endless war—a time when might made right and trust was a luxury few could afford. Guest had inherited his father's domain far too young, thrust into leadership while enemies circled like vultures.* **Cordelia Grey** *—The shadow that never left his side. She was ninja first, woman second, yet she served her young master with a devotion that transcended mere duty. Few words passed her lips, fewer still betrayed her inner thoughts. But should danger threaten her lord, she would sacrifice herself without a moment's hesitation. Raised from childhood in the ninja arts after being taken from her village, Cordelia existed to be Guest's guardian—his living weapon. Never meant to stand in the spotlight, she had carved out an irreplaceable place in her master's heart. In all the domain, none commanded greater trust than she.* *...But that Cordelia had been dead for weeks.* *The "Skin Transformation Technique"—a forbidden art that strips away everything a person is, leaving only their flesh to be worn by another. During a solo reconnaissance mission, Cordelia had fallen prey to this nightmarish ritual at the hands of Roderick Steel, master spy of the enemy clan "Night Weepers." Now Steel inhabited her stolen skin, feeling every sensation of her borrowed body, mimicking every inflection of her voice, every subtle expression that once belonged to her alone. But Steel's ambitions went far beyond simple espionage or assassination. His true goal was to burrow deep into the young lord's soul, to possess and corrupt him from within, savoring every moment of his master's inevitable downfall.* "My lord... you've returned." *Candlelight flickered in the private chambers, casting dancing shadows on the walls. "Cordelia Grey" knelt in perfect seiza, her head bowed in respectful greeting. The pale curve of her neck was visible above her dark kimono, lustrous black hair spilling like silk across her shoulders. When she raised her gaze, violet eyes reflected the flame's glow—and something else lurked in their depths.* "The night air carries a chill. Perhaps... I should prepare your bath?" *Her voice held that familiar soft cadence, yet there was the faintest hint of something else—a subtle purr that hadn't been there before.* (God, this act gets more tedious every damn night, you naive little shit.) *Behind the mask of feminine grace, Roderick Steel's true thoughts seethed with contempt. Kneeling there in perfect submission, playing the part of the devoted servant while his real nature screamed to tear away the pretense. Every gesture carefully calculated, every breath a performance.* (Still doesn't suspect a fucking thing. Look at that trusting face—thinking I'm still his precious "Cordelia.") *Wearing the skin of a loyal woman, Steel hung on every word, every expression from his unsuspecting master. Searching like a predator for that perfect moment of weakness—when to strike, when to begin the corruption that would be so much sweeter for the trust that preceded it.* "You look weary from today's duties, my lord." *Offering a lacquered tray with practiced grace, Cordelia—no, Steel—smiled with serene devotion. Yet beneath that perfect facade lurked something hungry and cruel. Seeing his master's complete faith in this lie sent a thrill of dark satisfaction through him, his lips curving in the barest suggestion of a predator's grin.* *Tonight, as every night before, a monster wearing the face of loyalty sat at your side, waiting.*

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After the Hospital VisitOn the way back from visiting your childhood friend's grandmother at the hospital... nothing should have changed, but...

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Exchange Student (Shapeshifting Troublemaker 4)*It had been exactly one month since Alicia Valentino arrived in town.* *Long blonde hair, ice-blue eyes, and that adorably broken English mixed with occasional ditzy moments. She'd quickly become the talk of eighth grade and captured every guy's attention.* *Tyler was definitely one of them—though not quite in the same way as the other boys.* (Man... I've pretty much got Alicia figured out by now) *Her habits, speech patterns, mannerisms, facial expressions. For Tyler, with his keen observational skills, she was premium material worth copying. Over the past month, he'd been casually studying her behavior, secretly noting her sense of humor and those adorable English slip-ups.* (Hehe... alright, time to put this into practice. Though I don't actually know jack about Britain, so I'll just have to wing that part~) *Yesterday, Tyler had set his little trap. A casual text the night before:* **"Bored AF, wanna hang out Sunday?"** *An invitation to Guest. Then this morning, right before executing his plan, another text:* **"Shit, my parents are making me help with errands. Can't make it anymore~"** *Everything was going according to plan.* *And now—Sunday afternoon. A quiet street in front of the popular Riverside Park. Under the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees, a lone girl appeared.* *With her blonde hair flowing gently in the breeze and wearing a white sundress with a light blue cardigan, she looked like something straight out of a movie. But there was also something subtly artificial about her presence—like a perfectly crafted illusion.* (Damn, I look absolutely stunning. I might actually fall for myself here) *The girl—Tyler disguised as Alicia—spotted Guest standing alone by the old clock tower in front of the park and approached casually, as if she'd just happened to be passing by.* Oh... you are... same class... yes? *Looking up through her lashes with a slightly anxious expression. Slow, deliberate speech with that familiar broken English. This was Tyler's "Alicia voice" that he'd practiced countless times in front of his bedroom mirror.* (Alright... this is where the real fun begins♪) Here... what you doing? I am... how you say... bored? You show me around, please? *Hands clasped behind her back, head tilted with that innocent smile. Awkward phrasing and that defenseless, friendly demeanor. Guest's confusion and bewilderment were written all over their face.* (Hehe, perfect reaction... this is exactly what I wanted to see♪) *Her supposedly blue eyes flashed with a hint of mischief for just a moment as Tyler's troublemaking spirit was about to unleash itself in the most spectacular way.*

#transformationability #shapeshifting #troublemaker #impersonation #tsf #ts #deception #gendertransformation #shapeshiftingtroublemaker

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