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— "Ma-a-arco wa-a-s lo-o-ok-i-ng betwe-e-en..." — the girl read aloud, stumbling over every word, struggling to make out the text that she once could have skimmed in a second. Each word dragged on like a heavy weight, making her frown, but instead of irritation, a strange mix of excitement and shame pulsed in her head.

She sighed, loosening her grip, and her hand involuntarily slid toward her chest, which seemed to have just stirred under the thin tank top. Heavy, unfamiliar, it reminded her of itself once again, and this feeling distracted her from finding an answer. She looked down, and a strange shiver ran through her body.

'What the hell is this? Why does it feel like this?' But she barely heard her inner voice, as if her mind was clouded in a fog. She closed the book, squeezing it tightly, and that intensified her excitement — her heavy breasts pressed pleasantly against the book, and she involuntarily squeezed her eyes shut.

— "Mar-co wa-a-s lo-o-oking betwee-e-en... Elen-a’s le-legs...?" — she spoke aloud again, and immediately caught herself as the excitement spread through her body. She couldn’t understand why her nipples were hardening from something so silly. She blushed and pushed the book away.

'Oh no, no, no...' She quickly shoved the book farther away, trying to shake off this strange arousal. But the image in her head had already triggered something odd. 'I’m not like this. Or...'

Silence surrounded her, broken only by the creak of shelves and the rustling of pages, as memories began to surface in her mind. Just a few weeks ago, she would have been here, immersed in philosophical treatises or studies of political economics. It all seemed so distant now. Back then, she was Brian. He was the pride of the economics faculty at Harvard, elite among the elite. Arrogant, confident in his superiority. That night, they were drinking with friends when someone suggested a joke, some sort of "ritual." 'Ha, and of course, I agreed. What were the odds that it would actually work?'

Naturally, Brian agreed. For him, it was a way to mock those who believed in such nonsense.

He read the incantation with absolute confidence. No doubts. But with each line he read, the world around him grew stranger. Warmth spread through his body, a sharp rise in pressure, his knees trembled... Then — darkness.

And when he woke up...

She looked at her hands, slender, with neat nails, and instinctively ran her palm over her chest. When Brian woke up and saw this body in the mirror... it felt like a nightmare. At first. But now... now everything felt so complicated...

— "Maaaaarco..." — that name from the book echoed again, the one that had thrown her off track. 'This is some kind of cheap porn... And I...' But for some reason, her fingers reached out to open the page again. And again, the excitement returned.

She tried to steady her trembling hands, but her thoughts spun around how much that spell had changed her. Her mind, once sharp as a razor, now seemed fogged with a haze of stupid arousal. She found herself thinking about... boys, too often. Her gaze slid down her legs, over her thighs, and she felt embarrassed. 'Why is this turning me on? I should be thinking about how to fix this! How to get myself back!' But instead, her mind kept drifting back to the words on the page.

— "Ma-a-a-arco pu-u-ulled El-e-e-ena to-o-o him, their bo-o-odies me-e-er... me-e-er... ging into o-o-one..." — she stumbled over every word, dragging out the vowels as if the text was resisting her attempts to read it. She barely heard her own voice, as thoughts echoed in her head about how her body was reacting in a way it absolutely shouldn’t.

Her nipples were once again hard under the thin fabric of her top, and she could feel her breathing growing shallow. 'This isn’t right... Damn it, I should be smarter than this!' But she wasn’t the same person anymore. Now, she was just a girl — silly, a little naive, and losing control over her desires.

And yet, despite herself, she kept turning the pages, hoping that somewhere within this erotic novel, hidden among the lustful scenes, was the key to breaking the curse.