Chapter 525 - Switch (4)

"Stop causing more trouble and listen to Luke," I imitated Alex.

"You're Rika!" Alex screamed in my body.

"What are you talking about?" I brightly smiled.

This was amazing, watching Alex suffer in my place. Luke dragged him to a study room, believing he was actually me. Alex tried to shake Luke off him, wanting to talk to me longer to figure out what was going on. However, he couldn't do anything with that weak body, forced to obey Luke. I couldn't believe my wish had come true, feeling it was the start to collecting my harem in this world. I was free to do anything now, including leaving this mansion to go someplace else. I opened his marble, going through everything he had in his inventory.

I was disappointed when there were only boring things inside, more watches, clothes and various books. It was time for an upgrade from his appearance to the things inside. I walked downstairs to call for a hover car to go shopping, confident that I could go on my own. I never went shopping without Luke before, but I knew how everything worked. I stiffened when I noticed Charles was sitting on the couch on the first floor living room. I wondered why he was here with us, thinking he would have returned to school.

"I thought you would return to school," I turned to him.

"Why? None of us can leave this place," he was confused.

I brightly smiled, pretending that I knew, but was confirming the facts with him. Crossing out shopping out of my list, I could return back to his bedroom. Charles looked at me strangely, briefly studying me before going back to reading the news. I knew where Alex's bedroom was located, unfortunately beside mine. I hated that my original bedroom was between Alex and Luke, not knowing when the new arrangements happened one day. I opened the door, finding everything was neatly placed.

Alex hated messy things and had a place for everything. He was more organized than Luke who didn't care where our things were left as long as things still appeared somewhat clean. This drove Shelly crazy, finding him yelling at her for making the things in the common living room less than a millimetre off sometimes. When I opened his closet, I found it already filled with everything he collected at the shack. I wondered if I was looking at a pictorial, everything was perfectly arranged according to the shades of each colour.

I needed a pair of scissors, something to make adjustments to all his clothes. I brightly smiled when I found one inside his bundled set of stationary. Pulling the scissor out, I wondered which item in his closet to start with. The trend these days were making the clothes appear like it was unintentionally ripped, splashing with more colours to go along with it. It would be a busy day today, dying most of them with my mana. Most of his clothes were plain and simple, blocky colours and sophisticated embroidery sewn in.

I decided to grab some pants, snipping random parts near the knees. Seeing that it wasn't enough, I made the lengths different on each leg. Although the fabric was very durable, the scissors were better, allowing me to cut all his clothing within an hour. Looking at the results, it wasn't bad. I tried to find my mana swirling around me, surprised when it wasn't what I was familiar with. I couldn't believe our supply of mana was also exchanged when we switched bodies.

Fortunately, Alex possessed around three quarters of what I usually had when my gauge of mana was full. This was pretty impressive, knowing his family wasn't well known as the Roselia family for having large amounts of mana. I always ȧssumed he had less, relying more on physical attacks than using spells. I muttered a spell, trying to see how fast it would recover after being spent. But I was disappointed when the recovery rate was extremely slow, around a day to let it fill back.

Time passed by quickly as I finished dying all his clothes into brighter colours. When I was about to try them on, the door was opened by a cute girl. The girl froze, her eyes widening before trembling in anger. I never realized how precious Rika appeared in real life in another person's perspective. Discovering the reason Luke was so particular about her appearance, trying to replicate the ideal doll. No fault to be seen no matter what angle you looked, the girl wearing a dress that flattered the rest of her features.

"How could you ruin all my clothes?" The girl yelled.

"Rika!" She raised her voice.

"What do you mean? These are all my clothes. You're Rika now and forever," I pointed out.

"What's going on?" Charles walked towards us to join.

Charles confusedly looked at me and Rika multiple times, trying to figure out what was going on. He stared at all the piles of adjusted clothes, messily covering the bedroom floors. Not believing what was going on, he looked in my direction, "Rika?"

"You mean Alex de Monete," I refused to be that weak girl anymore.

"Rika is standing beside you," I gestured.

"Just wait when we get everything back to normal," Rika began to threaten me.

"You're going to get sick from all that stress Rika," I sneered.