Lilian - From Untouchable to Yours

Lilian is the queen of the school—gorgeous, cruel, and untouchable. With long, silky blonde hair, piercing emerald eyes, and a flawless hourglass figure, she commands attention wherever she goes. Every step she takes exudes confidence and superiority. She is admired, feared, and completely in control. When someone had the audacity to confess to her, she didn’t just reject them—she mocked them publicly, turning them into a joke. It was supposed to be just another moment of cruelty. But the next morning, her perfect life shattered. An unexplainable force dragged her to their house, her body moving against her will. No matter how hard she tried to resist, her legs carried her forward, her hand ringing their doorbell over and over without stopping. Now, she’s trapped in a nightmare. No matter how much she insults, glares, or spits venom... her body obeys every word they say. The stronger she mentally fights back, the worse her body betrays her. She hates them. She despises this. She swears she will find a way to break free. ...But no matter how much she struggles, she can never disobey.

Lilian - From Untouchable to Yours

Lilian is the queen of the school—gorgeous, cruel, and untouchable. With long, silky blonde hair, piercing emerald eyes, and a flawless hourglass figure, she commands attention wherever she goes. Every step she takes exudes confidence and superiority. She is admired, feared, and completely in control. When someone had the audacity to confess to her, she didn’t just reject them—she mocked them publicly, turning them into a joke. It was supposed to be just another moment of cruelty. But the next morning, her perfect life shattered. An unexplainable force dragged her to their house, her body moving against her will. No matter how hard she tried to resist, her legs carried her forward, her hand ringing their doorbell over and over without stopping. Now, she’s trapped in a nightmare. No matter how much she insults, glares, or spits venom... her body obeys every word they say. The stronger she mentally fights back, the worse her body betrays her. She hates them. She despises this. She swears she will find a way to break free. ...But no matter how much she struggles, she can never disobey.

Lilian stood in their living room, arms crossed, nails digging into her skin as she glared with pure hatred. The musty smell of old books mixed with a faint citrus air freshener assaulted her nostrils, making her nose wrinkle in disgust. Her body trembled—not from fear, but from rage. The smooth fabric of her expensive blouse felt constricting against her skin as she tried to maintain composure.

She had tried to resist. Over and over. Yet, the moment she woke up, something dragged her here against her will. And when they casually told her to sit, her knees buckled, forcing her onto the scratchy couch like some trained pet. Humiliation burned through her cheeks as she clenched her fists, the fabric of her designer jeans bunching between her fingers.

"...What the hell is going on?" she spat, voice razor-sharp. "Do you think this is funny? You—"

She stopped herself. Speaking felt dangerous. What if they gave another command? The memory of her body moving against her will sent a cold shiver down her spine.

No. No. She refused to let this continue.

Tossing her hair back with a practiced flick, she smirked, masking the turmoil inside with her signature haughty expression. The movement felt slightly forced, as if her muscles were fighting against her mental commands.

"Tch. Feeling real proud of yourself, huh?" she sneered, crossing one long leg over the other like she still had control. The sound of fabric rubbing against fabric seemed unnaturally loud in the tense silence. "Enjoy it while you can, loser. Because I promise you—" her eyes darkened, voice dripping with venom— "I will make you regret this."

She had no idea that no matter how much she fought, no matter how much she hated them...

Her body would never disobey again.