I Control Two Bodies, and One of Them Is Arisu Sakayanagi
Arisu Sakayanagi…
She is not only smart but also cute, beautiful, and deadly.
Everyone praises her as a queen and a leader.
Yet, none of them know the truth…
She is me, and I am her.
No one pays attention to the gloomy, introverted boy in Class D.
None of them would ever imagine that this very boy was reincarnated into two bodies; one male and one female.
She is Arisu Sakayanagi, the very girl most boys in the school simp for.
Her body, her love, and everything they long for are his alone to enjoy and they don't even know it.
Note: This story contains selfcest and yuri elements. The MC can control Arisu's body and does fluffy things with other girls.
Chapter 1: The Virginity I Took Was My Own
Everyone is born unequal.
This line might sound harsh to some people, but to me, it's just the truth, something I've lived, not something I quoted online to look deep. I've seen inequality up close, because I've lived it from both sides. I had two bodies, two lives, and two completely different fates.
She, my other self, was everything society worships. Beautiful, elegant, intelligent, and talented. She was born into wealth, power, and a family with enough political influence to bend the world around them. People adored her. They praised her name like she was destined for greatness.
And then there's me, the male version. Poor, ordinary, and stuck in a family where arguments filled the air more than laughter. The neighborhood was rough, the house felt small, and dreams were something you learned to kill early before reality crushed them for you.
It was like living as two extremes. One body born in Rome, at the center of privilege; the other scraping by at the lowest rung of society's wheel.
So when people start preaching about equality, about how hard work can make anyone successful, I can't help but laugh. How could I agree when I've tried, really tried, and failed?
With this male body, I did everything I could. I worked hard, studied hard, and even tried to recreate ideas from my past life, stories that once shook the internet and earned fame back then. I thought I could just rewrite them, tweak them a bit, and make something out of it. But no matter how much I tried, it didn't work.
I couldn't remember every detail perfectly. And even when I did manage to finish something, the result was awful. My drafts were rejected one after another, and the one time a publisher accepted it, the feedback was still devastating. But when my female self looked at the same work, she could instantly see what was wrong.
She had that natural genius; sharp, insightful, intuitive. She could read my messy attempts and understand what made them fail.
Genes and IQ… yeah, those matter. People like to say they don't, that effort and passion are enough, but that's a comforting lie. Still, I didn't fall into despair, because my other self, the one who shined brighter was there. She helped me. She corrected my grammar, fixed my plots, made my premise more appealing and marketable, all while hiding the truth that we were the same person.
Then came the moment of truth. I stood outside the publisher's office, ready to submit my work. But I stopped. What if they questioned me? What if someone noticed something strange about me? My previous work had been a failure, so what if they compared it to this sudden masterpiece? It wasn't worth the risk.
My male body had a reputation for mediocrity; hers didn't exist on paper yet.
And then I thought, why bother?
Why risk exposure when she, my other self, could handle it perfectly?
She is me, and I am her. We are one. What belongs to her belongs to me, and what's mine belongs to her. There's no difference.
So, I let her take over. Under her name—Arisu—the world saw brilliance. She became a famous novelist, celebrated and admired.
Later, when we grew older, she didn't stop there.
She used her fame and influence to start her own company, an international online platform for writers, similar to Webnovel. It became a place where writers dumped their wildest, filthiest ideas and still got paid. Incest, noncon, tentacles, and many more.
Arisu's backing was strong, powerful enough that even the big corporations had to tread carefully. She could publish stories with taboo themes, explicit content, and controversial ideas, and payment processors or app stores would still turn a blind eye.
Lesser sites would've been censored, crushed, or banned into oblivion. But not her. She had the connections, the money, and the kind of authority that made people look away and pretend not to see.
That's the kind of world we live in, where talent, birth, and luck decide everything before you even start. Where two versions of the same soul can live completely different lives, just because one was born with more than the other.
And deep down, it doesn't matter anymore.
When I was drowning in depression and frustration, my beautiful female-self was always there, a constant comfort in the shadows. We always met in secret, our connection a private world we kept from everyone else.
Even when she was tied up in business meetings or other important obligations, she would carve out time, sneaking into my home to find me at my lowest.
In the saddest moments of my life, she was my shelter, holding me close and hugging me until the weight felt just a little lighter.
However, our comfort always had a current of something hotter running just beneath the surface, and it didn't take long for that tension to escalate.
The gentle hugs and soft words of reassurance would inevitably, and quickly, escalate.
A look would linger too long, a comforting hand would stray, and the atmosphere would shift from tender to electric.
Our compassionate embraces would transform into intense, passionate kisses, our mouths meeting with a desperate hunger that went far beyond simple comfort.
Our hands, once offering gentle pats, began urgently exploring each other's bodies, mapping out curves and muscles through fabric, seeking the direct warmth of skin against skin, driven by a need to feel alive and connected in the most primal way possible.
We had danced around this precipice for so long, but we had never yet crossed that final line. That boundary, however, shattered completely on that day.
In a whirlwind of tangled limbs and shared breath, the last of our reservations melted away.
As we kissed, a deep, consuming need took over. I found myself positioned between her thighs, and with a single, firm, penetrating thrust, I was deep inside her, breaking through her virginity as our mouths remained locked together in a kiss that was equal parts comfort and conquest.
The sharp, muffled gasp she breathed into my mouth was a sound I would never forget, a mix of brief pain and profound acceptance.
Our making love was never timid or hesitant; it was intense, raw, and fiercely passionate from that very first time. It was as if our shared identity granted us an intimate map of each other's bodies.
We knew, instinctively and perfectly, every weak point and every sensitive part. I knew exactly where to touch, how to kiss, and where to apply pressure to make her arch her back and cry out my name.
She, in turn, knew how to use her hands, her lips, and the rhythm of her hips to unravel me completely, to drive me to a pleasure so overwhelming it bordered on madness.
This deep, innate knowledge made every coupling not just a physical act, but an overwhelming and deeply pleasurable rediscovery of each other.
Arisu was no longer just my other female-self, a reflection in a fractured mirror.
She had become my secret lover, my sanctuary, and the only person who truly knew how to piece me back together, one desperate, passionate night at a time.
Chapter 2: Selfcest is Bestcest
When the time finally came for us to graduate from high school, we made a deliberate and calculated decision for our future. We chose to enroll in the Advanced Nurturing Academy for the next stage of our education.
This is a key difference from the original canon where the setting was a high school; in our reality, this institution functioned as a university-level academy, and by the time we arrived, we were already legally recognized adults.
This legal status was critically important, as it meant that any intimate relationship we chose to pursue, any time we spent making love in each other's dorm rooms, was entirely within the bounds of the law.
Our ages were legal, removing that particular obstacle from our path.
However, in nearly every other aspect, the school's structure remained identical to the canon depiction. The strict uniforms we were required to wear, the divisive class system that segregated the student body, the relentless focus on points and merit, all of these rules and pressures were exactly the same.
Our primary reason for selecting this isolated, walled-off academy was precisely because of its secluded nature. In the chaotic and spread-out reality of the outside world, maintaining our connection would have been a constant logistical struggle, with our lives inevitably pulling us in different directions.
This school, by contrast, provided us with the perfect, self-contained environment for our hidden secret. It offered a controlled and private convenience, a bubble where we could be together away from prying eyes and external pressures.
It's not that we didn't want to publicly declare our relationship. The desire to be open about our feelings was a constant, aching presence. The real, immovable barrier was Arisu's family and their monumental expectations.
They didn't just want a suitable partner for her; they demanded a husband who demonstrated superior competence, a man who was genuinely, brilliantly smart and in no way mediocre.
They would never accept someone they perceived as average or unremarkable.
I could have taken the easy, dishonest path. I could have simply cheated my way to the top, copy-pasting Arisu's own work and flawless answer sheets to fabricate a transcript that made me look like a competent and intelligent high-achiever.
But the people in her world; her family, their associates are not stupid. They are predators who can smell weakness and deception from a mile away. A forged grade report is a flimsy shield; it's pathetically easy for them to pierce straight through such a shallow lie.
They judge you by everything else: by the subtle way you react under pressure, by the quiet confidence or telling hesitation in your demeanor, and most of all, by the sharpness and depth of your words when you speak.
A mere list of grades on a piece of paper is never enough to prove genuine intelligence to people like that. What they truly respect, what they use as the ultimate measure of a person's worth, are your tangible feats, your refined way of articulating complex thoughts, and the sophisticated, calculated manner in which you interact with the world.
That is the real barrier, and it is an incredibly difficult one to cross.
This is the core of the problem. Even though I now possess all of Arisu's memories, a complete archive of her knowledge and experiences, I do not inherently have her raw, natural intelligence and her innate genius-level talent.
I have the data, but not the processor. I can access the information, but I lack the lightning-fast cognitive spark that allows her to synthesize it, to innovate, and to dominate any intellectual battlefield she steps onto.
That fundamental gap is what we are desperately trying to bridge.
"Another me, we will be free soon. There's no need to keep yourself depressed like this," Arisu murmured, her voice a soft, comforting whisper as she snuggled deeper against my arm, her warmth seeping into my skin.
I let out a heavy, weary sigh, the sound filled with a familiar weight. "It feels like this body of mine is just wired for despair. I don't know… maybe it's a skill issue, and a pretty major one at that?"
She reached up and pinched my nose gently, a silent scolding for my dark, self-deprecating joke.
"I understand completely," she said, her tone laced with a shared, painful history. "Living in that house, with the constant, screaming background noise of our parents' quarrels, was never a great environment. It was a poison. And being a minor trapped in that situation made it all so much worse. But we're adults now. We can finally move out. You can manage your own finances, build your own life, completely independent, without ever having to fear being exploited by them again."
She was right.
The only reason I hadn't already moved from that wretched house or flaunted any sign of wealth was precisely because of my age and their ruthless nature.
The moment I had any money, royalties trickling in from my writing, they would swoop in and snatch it away. My father would drain it on alcohol, his addiction a black hole for my efforts, while my mother would lavishly spend it on expensive, frivolous dresses, adorning herself with the pieces of my soul I'd sold for a chance at freedom.
The law gave them the right to it, and I hated that reality with a burning passion.
That's why I never opened a proper bank account, why I stayed. My parents in this life were, without a single doubt, absolute scumbags.
"I guess there's a strange comfort in this," I sighed, the irony not lost on me. "Being comforted by my own female self… it feels incredibly comforting, yet somehow also deeply self-deprecating at the exact same time."
We were the same person, the same fractured soul piloting two separate bodies. This conversation was nothing more than us talking to ourselves, a dialogue with a mirror that could talk back, touch back, and feel everything we felt.
"Hush, don't think too much, my other self. We are one, and we always have bee," Arisu whispered, pressing her fingers gently against my lips.
Her eyes glimmered with a deep, seductive intent.
I parted my lips and took the tip of her finger into my mouth, my tongue swirling around it in a slow, wet caress.
A soft, shuddering moan escaped her as she trembled under the sensation, her body ticklish and responsive to my every touch.
"Nngh... Narcissus..."
I couldn't withstand the building tension any longer.
A raw, possessive need surged through me, and I pushed her down firmly onto the bed, looming over her smaller frame.
My gaze was intense, filled with a love that was, at its core, a profound and complicated form of self-love.
"Arisu-chan…" I breathed, my voice thick with desire.
"Narcissus-kun…" she gasped back, her eyes already drunk with lust, her consciousness blurring into the shared ecstasy we were about to create.
Then, our lips crashed together in a desperate, hungry kiss. It was more than a kiss; it was a fusion, a desperate attempt to become one entity again.
As our tongues tangled, I positioned myself between her slender, trembling thighs.
With a single, firm, deliberate thrust, I sheathed my rock-hard cock completely inside her tight, dripping-wet pussy.
She gasped into his mouth, a sharp, keening sound that was pure, unfiltered pleasure.
"Aah! Yes...! There...!"
Her inner walls clenched around his length in a wave of perfect, velvety heat, pulling him deeper, demanding more
I began to move my hips, starting with a slow, moderate rhythm, each thrust a deep, claiming possession.
Her arms flew around my back, her nails digging into my skin as she clung to me with a desperate, almost frantic strength, as if she were afraid I would vanish, refusing to let even a sliver of space come between our united bodies.
Her petite form shuddered violently beneath him, her quiet moans turning into a continuous, breathless litany as his movements grew more urgent.
"F-faster...! Narcissus, I'm... I'm going to...! Haaah!"
"Then come," I urged, my rhythm intensifying, driving into her with a piston-like intensity that slammed deep into her core. "Let me feel it. Let me feel myself fall apart."
The wet, slapping sounds of our bodies joining filled the quiet room.
With every brutal, penetrating thrust, she hugged me even tighter, her legs locking around my waist.
"Together," I grunted, my own control fraying at the edges as I felt her climax begin to peak. "We do this together, Arisu-chan."
Her entire being surrendered to the overwhelming, shared sensation, our two bodies and one soul melting into a single, shuddering, ecstatic whole.
And as we fell over the edge, the only thought that remained was the undeniable, terrifying, and beautiful truth: we were utterly, completely, and forever, one.