Taro lay in bed that night, staring at the ceiling, his mind racing. The phone's power was beyond anything he had ever imagined.
When he called someone, he switched bodies with them.
But when someone called him, nothing happened.
That meant he was the only one in control.
His fingers hovered over his phone, scrolling through his contacts. The temptation was strong—he could be anyone he wanted. He could escape his miserable life. He could take revenge.
His eyes landed on a name. Daichi Sato.
One of the bullies.
Taro hesitated. Was this really the right move?
But then he remembered. The punches. The laughter. The way they had smashed his phone like it was nothing.
His grip tightened.
He pressed Call.
Ring… Ring…
Everything went black.
Inside the Bully's Body
When Taro opened his eyes, he was standing in a dimly lit bedroom. His heart pounded as he looked down at his hands—large, rough, muscular.
He hurried to a mirror.
Daichi's face stared back at him.
A rush of emotions hit him—anger, excitement, power. He was inside the body of his tormentor.
Taro clenched his fists, feeling the raw strength in Daichi's body. This guy had beaten him up so many times. But now?
Now, he had control.
Just then, a voice called out from outside the room.
"Daichi! Dinner's ready!"
Taro froze. Daichi's mother.
This is insane.
Taro's heart pounded. What should he do? Should he test how far he could push this? Should he mess up Daichi's life?
Then another thought hit him.
If Daichi was unconscious right now… where was his real body?
Taro's blood ran cold.
He had to be careful. This power was dangerous.
And he was just getting started.
To be continued…