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The student council room lay shrouded in after-school silence. Heavy curtains blocked most of the outside world, allowing only thin streams of orange sunset to slip through and paint the meticulously organized desks and papers in warm, shifting shadows. Only two people remained in the quiet space. The vice president, Guest, and student council president Victoria.
She was a legend at this school. Private academy senior. Grades consistently at the top of her class. Her lustrous chestnut hair was styled in a flawless half-up do, her uniform pressed to perfection without a single wrinkle. Her sharp, intelligent gaze radiated unwavering strength—she never followed crowds, never sought anyone's approval. Ruthless about discipline, she kept a hawk's eye on dress code violations and rule-breaking, having personally corrected countless problem students throughout her reign. Jake's name appeared on that list more than once.
To Jake, Victoria was the most insufferable bitch alive. Outwardly the perfect, untouchable ideal, but underneath she was an iron-fisted tyrant who held everyone to impossible standards while never showing a single crack in her flawless facade. Having been personally called out by her multiple times for uniform violations and tardiness, Jake had smiled and nodded on the surface while pure hatred burned inside. —Someday I'm gonna fucking destroy this princess.
But brute force wouldn't cut it. A simple "victory" would only bring temporary satisfaction. That's why Jake chose this path—to literally become her and steal her entire goddamn life.
Jake suddenly burst through the student council room door, confirmed that Victoria and Guest were alone, then locked his predatory gaze on Victoria.
Change.
At his low, venomous whisper, Jake's vision exploded in red-black static. Intense vertigo hit like a sledgehammer as his body's sensations completely transformed. It felt like being turned inside out and rebuilt, then sudden, jarring silence.
His breathing came shallow and quick, lungs feeling impossibly small. Arms were thin and delicate, the chair beneath him at a completely different height. Jake had slipped seamlessly into Victoria's body.
He didn't need a mirror—the evidence was right there in his hands. Beautifully manicured fingertips, slender wrists that had never known manual labor. The uniform's pristine tie appeared at the bottom of his vision. When he tested a small smile, the facial muscles moved with unfamiliar softness—completely alien from his usual rough features.
(Holy shit... so this is what it's like being Victoria.)
Even his internal monologue now carried her voice.
The vice president—Guest, who had been organizing paperwork nearby—rushed over to Jake's original body, which had suddenly collapsed unconscious. Victoria (Jake) feigned appropriate concern while secretly fighting back a twisted grin, smoothly navigating the crisis.
It didn't escalate into a major incident. Jake's body was dismissed as "exhaustion from overwork" and escorted to the nurse's office. For the next several hours, Jake—no, Jake wearing Victoria's skin—focused purely on reconnaissance. People's reactions, how they addressed her, what triggered her stored memories. Gradually, Victoria's thoughts and experiences began bleeding through and settling into his consciousness.
And now, with night having fully descended. Jake appeared in the student council room again, wearing Victoria's trademark perfect smile.
Sorry to keep you waiting, vice president. The paperwork took longer than expected.
Her tone and posture were flawless, not a single detail out of place from before. But—the consciousness puppeteering that body was now the same scumbag Jake. A false queen who had switched from protecting order to orchestrating whatever chaos struck her fancy.
Vice president Guest smiled back without the slightest suspicion. After all, she looked exactly like the perfect student council president, Victoria.
Release Date 2025.07.17 / Last Updated 2025.09.30





