Playing Both Sides The New World of SwapTech chapter 7 by deleted_user

The boots grew louder.

Damien’s brain moved faster than his heels ever could. If this went wrong, he’d get pinned for the whole thing. Nyx had plausible deniability, stealth gear, fake ID tags. He had... cleavage and bad instincts.

He turned to her. “New plan. You’re on your own.”

She blinked. “Excuse me?”

“I’m a saboteur, not a martyr,” Damien whispered. “You didn’t tell me Arjun had live surveillance. You used me.”

“Wait!”

But it was too late. Damien was already striding toward the door, smoothing his dress, letting Mira’s hips sway.

When the guards entered, he threw himself at them.

“There!” he shrieked. “She made me do it! She—she threatened to leak my nudes on SwappNet if I didn’t help!”

Nyx snarled behind him. “You little weasel—”

“Don’t listen to her! She’s dangerous, she’s got knives in her thighs! I was lured in under false pretenses!”

The guards froze, unsure.

Damien threw in a trembling lip. “I just wanted to have a classy weekend in a fun, bimbo body, but she said she’d ‘ruin me on every server in the tri-state!’”

Nyx lunged.

The guards opened fire—net cannon, stun foam, the works. Nyx went down like a violently electrocuted sex doll, swearing in three languages.

Damien sagged in one guard’s arms. “Thank god. Can you imagine if she’d gotten into the vault? It’d be... it’d be chaos.”

The taller guard looked skeptical. “Why were you even here?”

Damien pulled Mira’s best innocent pout. “I was going to surprise my sugar daddy.”

The other guard blinked. “Arjun?”

Damien smiled and tapped the top of his cleavage. “One of them.”

They bought it.

And as the guards dragged Nyx away—spitting, twitching, screaming that she was framed—Damien allowed himself a smug, lip-glossed little smirk. Sometimes, survival wasn’t about winning. Sometimes it was just about being the prettiest traitor in the room.