Should've Been Me

I let out a heavy sigh before hitting the doorbell. There's no turning back now, Dione, I whispered to myself.

"Daphne?" the man asked puzzled as the door flew open. I answered him with a kiss instead—a long one. I savored his mouth with urge, lust and... love. I had been waiting for this day.

"Daph—what are you doing?"I pushed him inside his pad. And not so long when he finally answered my kisses the same intensity as I did. Easy.

I opened my mouth to give him access and he did fumble his tongue in. I placed my hands on his nape and thanked the alcohol kicking in.

I heard him moan, "Daphne..." I groaned.

"Blaise—ugh." He nibbled my lower lip causing my hormones to rage even.

"Daph," he called again between our kisses. "I thought you're on for a Paris photo shoot?" he asked as his smooching gone down and deeper my jaw and neck.

"Mm, y-yeah." I had no plans answering. How could I answer if I wasn't Daphne in the first place? I simpered inwardly. "Let's talk about that—ugh—later."

I let my hands roam on his physique. Firm abs, strong biceps—what a lucky bitch she was for having this Adonis! I grunted silently. He busied himself on kissing every inch of my body and finally stripping my garments one by one. I did the same—just imitating what he was doing and letting the spirit of the alcohol control me—simply because I was inexperienced in this field. I didn't know if we're going fast or what. I hope he didn't notice. I wonder if the real Daphne's better.

I touched, familiarizing, every part of him until I reached his growing member.

The Margarita drained off my system as I felt it throbbing on my palm.

Holy cheese! What was I thinking?

"Daph?" Blaise called. No, Dione. You should do this! You'd wait for this for so long!

I shook off every little caring thought in my mind. I didn't care anymore. I wouldn't go this far for nothing.

"Blaise... make love to me," I plead in small voice. I heard him giggled, a manly one, that made my face turn crimson all over. Ridiculous, Dione!

"You don't need to beg, sweetheart," the only thing he said before claiming back my lips.

That was when I realized I was still holding his shaft. I could feel it growing. I flinched and I squeezed it accidentally. Blaise moaned and put his palms on my full bosoms.

"Easy, honey. You're not just the one who's going to squeeze." He snickered again. Damn his dirty talking. I never knew this is how it likes when on the act. I just let the feeling devour me. I so love this man.

After some time—after he feasted on my mountains, licking one by one—he shifted his hand on my undies. My eyes flew open and that's when I recognized we're already in his room. How did we get here? I didn't notice—ugh!

Blaise teasingly entered a finger on my pussy, one hand still not stopping playing on my fullness.

"I missed you already, Daphne," he whispered. I miss you all the time, Blaise. I wanted to answer him but all I could do was moan and groan because of his teasing finger on my core. Up and down.

"Blaise—ugh—faster, babe," I begged. This was so not you, Dione! I scolded my inner self. Well, yes, it wasn't me. Technically.

He abide and thrust his finger even harder and faster until I felt something within me that was about to burst. And it did.

"B-blaise..." I called weakly. It's my turn now. My hands found its way to little Blaise.

"Let me pleasure you," I said.

Shockingly, he stopped my hands and I saw him smiled.

"No, babe. The pleasure is all yours."

He dumped on my body, making me gasp and moan as I felt a hard thing between us. This is crazy!

"B-blaise..."

He kissed me again until I felt his hardness on my sex.

He came in surprise. He sure was big and blessed. I didn't know this was how it felt—loved by the one you love.

At first, he thrust slow and passionate just like his kiss—making the ardor and agony rupture in me.

The feeling—it was addicting. I met his thrust and pumped together, up and down. I even dug my nails in his back. That would surely be evident tomorrow—the proof of our sweet night.

His moan made me turned on even more. His kiss wasn't subtle anymore, and I liked it. That would be forever in my mind.

My tears fell as I met his last thrust and we both came.

"Daph—wait. Why are you crying, sweetie?"

His face etched with concern. I wiped my tears fast with my free hand then smiled at him.

"Does it hurt? I'm sorry. Did I go too fast?"

I just laughed at his expression. Our bodies were still collided. He was about to pull when I hugged him. No—I wanted to feel him more.

"I'm not, silly. I'm just so happy," I said and he kissed me on the top of my head.

Who would expect that Blaise and I would have a moment like this?

Minutes passed and he was already sleeping beside me. I looked at him while touching the strands of his messy hair.

"Do you love me?" I asked albeit I know he's asleep.

"Daphne..." I heard him murmured groggily.

And there, I got an answer. I smiled bitterly. He loves Daphne—just your body, Dione.

One hell of a bitch sister.

"Why Daphne, Blaise? Why her? Why not Dione?" I asked again but I got no answer.

I shifted my gaze to the ceiling.

"Blaise wouldn't love you! Stop it, Dione!" Daphne begged as I saw pain evident in her face as I put to her the last wire of my device.

"Sure, he wouldn't. Whatever you say, my sister. But he loves you. So let me be you." I showed her my sweetest grin. "Don't worry, this wouldn't hurt," I said as I push the red button and got my soul transferred to her body successfully after nth time of experimenting.

I'm done. But no—I would never go back to my own body. If Blaise couldn't love me as Dione and just look at me like a mad scientist as I was—then be it.

I would stay in my sister's body.

I smirked as I glanced again at sleeping Blaise. Thanks to my soul-transferring device version 6.9.

"It's fine, Blaise. If you couldn't love Dione, then just let Dione love you. Because this mad scientist you were calling is now the one you're loving... and sleeping with."

I had no regrets putting all these chaos, losing my sister's soul to nowhere and killing my own body. Because in the first place, I know I deserve everything Daphne had—specially, the one loved by Blaise.

It should've been me.

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Dedicated to one of my ates here in Wattpad— Koolkaticles ♥ Thank you for reading! 

P.S. Does this story deserve to be a novella?

-OMG