I shot up in a panic, heart pounding for no clear reason.Beside the bed, a polished bronze basin reflected a face… a face that wasn't mine.
A cold wave washed through me. I tore my gaze away before the shock fully settled, turning toward the window instead.
The curtains swayed with the morning breeze, revealing a day so beautiful it felt unreal—completely out of place with the chaos twisting inside me.
I inhaled shakily and looked down. My legs were still covered by the sheets. Without thinking twice, I yanked them off.
My breath stopped.
The legs that had once been nothing but skin wrapped over bone were now… different. Strong. Firm. Filled with vitality.There was no chance—no possibility—these belonged to me.
I lowered my feet to the floor. The coolness of the polished stone climbed up my legs, and the simple sensation nearly overwhelmed me.
"What… is happening?"It was all I could force out.
Bracing my hands on the mattress, I pushed myself upward. The body moved naturally, fluidly, as if standing was something I had always done—yet my mind lagged far behind. My balance faltered, and I dropped to my knees.
"Sir? Is something wrong?"A woman's voice came from behind the door.
My entire body stiffened. My throat tightened; no sound came out.
"I'm coming in," the voice announced.
"Wait—don't—" I tried to stop her, but it was already too late.
The door swung open.
A woman with neatly tied black hair stepped inside. Her expression didn't shift as her eyes scanned the room… until they landed on me.
"What are you doing on the floor?" she asked, utterly calm.
"Well… nothing important," I muttered, forcing myself to stand. My legs trembled—not from weakness, but from sheer confusion.
Her gaze traveled from my shoulders downward. Only then did I realize the problem.
I was completely naked.
Heat flooded my face so violently it felt like steam would pour out of my ears. I grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around myself with frantic speed.She didn't react. Not even a raised eyebrow. Her face was a mask of complete neutrality.
Before I could recover from the humiliation, another voice sounded behind me.
"What's going on?"
I turned—almost dropping the sheet again.
Another woman stood there. Also naked. Also completely unfazed. Her eyes were heavy with sleep, as if waking up naked in a stranger's room was perfectly normal.
Blood rushed to my face. My mind spun.
Nothing made sense.Not my body.Not the women.Not the place.
And one thing became painfully clear—
I was no longer myself.