My Soulmates are IDOLS Books 2+3 | 18+ [SoulBond Series]

339-340: Chapter 19

JieMi arrived hours later, brutally forcing her out of the flesh of his body. But he did not enter the vicinity with their daughter in his arms, dragging her own bone-tired body — fresh from fifteen hours on the aeroplane, and a hundred years of slavery under the violent torture of their daughter's daily needs.

Instead, a blink and she'd switched with MinJae in the shower. Her new eyes had widened, fingers inches away from soaping up his dick, body wash dripping from his palm and oozing down a well-oiled semi-hard shaft. Her nipples pierced and glittered with silver. It was a confusing problem because the transformation now no longer required eight hours of deep slumber. Although she distinctly remembered—after tracing back her steps—that she'd been thinking about how nice it would be to see her JieMi again.

JieMi and Rumiko.

With great pride, Hikaru had shown the newcomer the steps to coax her into the transformation. A gentle hand on her cheek and so much adoration in his eyes was enough for her poor little heart, so weak to the whims of her soulmates, for her to transform into Amber.

She was MinJae nibbling on a banana, and all JieMi had to do was smack her ass with touchy fingers and land his teeth on her neck, nibbling on skin like a dumb bunny, for her to magically transform back into Amber with an outraged blushing hiss. Her palm had tapped his ass in return, an angry scowl on a reddening face. And he'd grinned, checked an imaginary box in his head with an adorable little laugh and a bunny smile.

"Seducing you works," was the declared triumphal cry. "You just have to blush!"

"That's too much work," Ezra had responded, bending down to take a huge bite from her banana with a chuckle. "There are easier ways." His arms wrapped around her waist, held her close so that her back was pressed to his chest, allowing for the smooth rumbles of his timbre to vibrate over her skin. Already the bond began to spread, singing through their flesh, and a shiver sped through her bones, twisting down to her clit.

"Don't steal my food," she hissed. He stuck out a gross pulpy banana-filled tongue, and she groaned, closed her eyes and sighed. "That's fucking disgusting."

The answering chuckle was too sexy for the day. And the steady throb between her legs that only grew wetter with the slide of his hand up her waist was a reminder of exactly how much sex they used to have every damn morning. Her gaze slid mournfully towards Sieon, already calculating the steps she'd have to take to get them both alone for a solid hour. Her gaze danced to the swell of his juicy bottom lip, begging for a taste.

As the only soulmate willing to risk the transformation, he was her only hope of getting any dick in the household.

"The question is, do you know how to change back?" Ezra asked, eyes calculative.

"Change back into MinJae?" she scoffed, and rolled her eyes. "Just got to keep my head away from you dicks." She turned away, and stared up at the wall. It didn't take long for her hair to grow shorter and her body a thousand times manlier. At this point, the drop of a newly formed dick was no longer an odd sensation, nor was the disappearance of her heavy, leaking breasts.

"Good job," Hikaru cheered from the side as she inspected her new body in the mirror, combing a hand through MinJae's pink locks. "That'll be handy on stage."

"But I can't control who I'll be invading for the day," she shrugged, flexing her newly formed muscles. "It's a work in progress."

"Good progress," Ezra assured with a hand to her shoulder, and his arm around her waist. He was touchier when she was MinJae, didn't seem to mind him just as much as the other men. "We hardly have time on the big day to prepare. You'll be able to stand in for choreography, stage outfit, blocking and meetings just in case things do get better."