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Rin Replaced (BL)

Tragically, Rin Grace - just your average person going about their day - was caught in a terrible accident. Amidst a heated argument, he stumbled and fell into oncoming traffic, causing a car to hit him, knocking him unconscious. At the same time, in another world, Misha Minari, an assassin, was shot. Fortunately, Misha woke up in a hospital bed, where he was greeted by an unfamiliar face standing beside him. "You seem to be fine. Next time, don't run out in front of my car. I will be handling the bill. Take care, Mr. Grace." He says as the door closes behind him. The man who just left was Jay Fenrick, the Crown Prince himself. Misha was feeling very confused and uncertain. He looked around, trying to make sense of his surroundings, but it was all too bewildering. Suddenly, he noticed something strange - his hands looked different. In fact, they didn't even seem like his own hands at all. Misha rushed over to a nearby mirror, and, to his horror, he saw a stranger staring back at him. It was clear that he was no longer in his own body, and he was now someone else entirely. What happened to the original Rin Grace? How did Misha end up as the Crown Prince's bodyguard, and what will Misha do now? Uploads Mon, Wed, Fri.

Tiffanie_Rose · LGBT+
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236 Chs

[Bonus Chapter] Drunken Mess

Rin

"Don't laugh at me!" I yell.

The five men sitting around me continue their obnoxious laughter without any restraint.

What is so funny? I know I'm drunk, but I didn't do anything to embarrass myself.

"Then don't act like a drunk, and we won't laugh at you," Josie responds as he nudges Anon with his elbow.

Josie's unwarranted touch makes Anon stop laughing just enough to speak.

"Rin, do you even realize what you just did?" Anon asks as he wipes away tears from his eyes.

What are they going on about? They are starting to piss me off.

"Uh, babe, you casually sat on my lap and shoved your hands up my shirt. We aren't alone right now." Josie's face is red, and I don't think it's from the alcohol.

I glance down at my wondering hand hiding inside Josie's t-shirt. Instead of retreating, my fingers graze Josie's nipple, making Josie whine.