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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

Lucky Left

Rin

There are seven men shoved into this tiny room. They don't all seem to have guns, and none of them have them drawn. They let their guard down because I was tied up. That won't stop me from kicking your ass. 

"I wonder what his hole is like? I heard he is gay, so he may be looser than we think." One of the thugs said. 

Hmm, from what I have seen, Rin doesn't seem to have much experience. Not that I had time to do anything. My life has been too hectic to play with myself. I need to make a move now if I want to leave here with my dignity intact. My hands are still tied, but they are secured in front of me, so I can move around freely. I honestly will be able to get out of it with time, but time is something I don't have. I will have to make it work. 

"My hole? Hmm, my hole is not something I plan on sharing with you today. My fists and feet, however, are all yours." I say.