Resolve and...
I pulled out the graduation album and sat down on the bed. Looking at the photos of Park A-yeong—my current body—I naturally slipped into the memories from before the possession.
Back then I had always been falling behind, consumed by jealousy and self-reproach as I watched my friends’ achievements. Amid the smiles and vitality in those pictures, the wretchedness of my former self quietly stirred once more.
“I look so bright here…”
Ugly thoughts kept rising. Jealousy and self-reproach tangled together, and my heart was sinking fast when I happened to spot a familiar name.
“‘Kim Hui-yeong… Hui-yeong. That message earlier…”
The Kim Hui-yeong in the photo had a face anyone would call kind. Bright eyes and a gentle smile seemed to spill right out of the page. Her neatly combed-up hair and easy expression carried a natural pull that drew people in without effort.
“She’s really pretty too. So pure-looking.”
Seeing Hui-yeong’s photo, scenes from the days we had spent together flashed through my mind. Me getting scolded by the dorm supervisor for racing through the cafeteria while Hui-yeong trailed behind. Me getting yelled at for wearing PE pants under my uniform while Hui-yeong was praised for looking neat. The little chats we shared during class… always me being scolded and Hui-yeong smiling softly.
“Ah… I was always the one getting scolded, huh?”
…Ha. A laugh of pure absurdity slipped out.
“If this were a Korean drama, Hui-yeong would be the protagonist and I’d be the supporting role…”
While I was thinking about her, the supporting character who corrupts right alongside the protagonist in the original game came to mind.
“The protagonist’s older sister. Her events weren’t bad… Come to think of it, the sister was a pretty filthy character herself.”
Unlike the protagonist, the older sister had been strongly drawn to the temptations of corruption from the very start. The moment the protagonist took a single step, the sister was already unable to hold herself back and quickly became tainted. Once she fell, that influence made the protagonist’s own desires burn completely out of control.
But one thing still bothered me.
“I’m an only child…? Could Hui-yeong be…? No way…”
I remembered the look in Hui-yeong’s eyes when she had worried about me at the pool earlier. That pure image itself, those gentle pupils—they overlapped perfectly with the protagonist’s sister. For a split second the image of Hui-yeong’s gentle eyes rolling back in pleasure flashed through my head. It felt far too similar to the way the sister had writhed and moaned under a man.
“Ah… no, it can’t be. As long as I’m careful, it’ll be fine.”
It might not even be Hui-yeong. The main events happened at university, so it could be someone I grew close to there. The start was definitely me. As long as I stayed careful, everything would be okay.
Pushing the uneasy feeling aside, I closed the album and opened the diary. Flipping slowly through the pages, worries about training caught my eye.
— Will I be able to keep up with training properly today… Stamina and concentration both worry me.
— If I skip workouts the pattern collapses, and I’m scared my whole life will start to shake.
— I know I have to keep going even when my body hurts, but my heart keeps wavering.
— My chest has gotten way too big. It gets in the way when I exercise. My ass is uselessly big too.
They were exactly the kind of thoughts the game’s protagonist would have written. After she quit sports, the entries shifted to entrance-exam worries and thoughts about the male lead.
— I’ve never really studied properly. Can I even do this…
— It might be too much alone. If someone helped me, maybe it would get a little better.
Reading those entrance-exam worries brought Lim Se-yeong’s face to mind—the one who had taught me and encouraged me from the side.
— Studied with Se-yeong again today. It would have been more comfortable alone, but…
— Se-yeong always answers so kindly. How nice it would be if we got into the same university.
— I have to work hard so I can go to the same school as Se-yeong.
The way he explained problems I didn’t understand right beside me. The nights we stayed late in the study room together. The days we stopped by the convenience store on the way home and happily chatted over cup ramen.
The last memory that rose up:
“The day I… held up my university acceptance letter and showed it off to Lim Se-yeong with a bright smile.”
Suddenly my chest felt tight. The emotions this body still carried were slowly seeping into me.
It was confusing. I couldn’t even tell which way my heart was leaning. But I didn’t want to be completely dyed by these feelings.
“The me right now is fine…”
I forced myself to sort the emotions out. These were just leftover feelings belonging to this body. The current me was different.
“Let’s hold on as long as I can. I can do this.”
Lim Se-yeong and Kim Hui-yeong. I had learned about the two important people. Especially Hui-yeong—she resembled the protagonist’s older sister in the game so closely that my choices and actions could easily affect her.
“Hui-yeong… I hope it’s not her, but…”
With Lim Se-yeong the original owner’s leftover feelings were incredibly strong. If I wasn’t careful, I could be swallowed by this body’s memories and emotions.
My goal, though, was still clear. Keep distance from the male lead, manage several men, and keep my life comfortable.
“Lim Se-yeong… I have to be extra careful not to get eaten by the feelings.”
After sorting my thoughts about Hui-yeong and Se-yeong to a certain extent, I turned on the computer.
As the screen lit up, my eyes fell on the jeans still lying there. They were still slick with leftover juices.
Even without touching them, the sensation this body remembered rose up and made my heart skip a tiny beat.
Looking at those jeans, I wondered what women actually felt. Was it the same as men?
“The old me enjoyed pretty much every kind of adult content… What do women even watch?”
Out of curiosity I dug through the browser history and folders. Favorites, downloads, memo files—I checked everything carefully, hunting for any trace the previous owner might have left.
But contrary to my expectations, nothing dirty appeared on the screen at all.
“Huh… what? There’s nothing?”
I had wanted to find some hint of interest or curiosity, yet the computer held zero traces.
“Is that even possible?”
After looking through the graduation album, the diary, and even the computer records, I calmed myself a little and stood in front of the mirror. Staring at the body reflected there,
“Ah… these breasts, this figure is just so…”
The fact that I was a woman hit me bone-deep. Now that almost all the memories had returned, the previous owner’s body and emotions had naturally soaked into me.
I spent a moment simply observing the body in the mirror. Before the possession I had been ordinary, someone who never stood out. Used to failure, jealousy, and always falling behind, I had always been dragged along by circumstances without ever seizing the initiative. Those memories brushed past.
“This body is different. This body is special.”
I steadied my breathing and focused on the sensation of my fingertips tracing the lines of my waist and shoulders. The curves and elasticity this body possessed, the feel of the skin, every single heartbeat—all of it felt vividly alive.
Just looking at myself made the truth far clearer than before: I was a completely different being now.
I started imagining how I would handle the men around me and move according to plan. Typical guys like Geum Tae-yang, the hot-blooded junior with a good body, even the older men. Dangerous, yes—but if I could handle them properly, every situation would fall into the palm of my hand.
As the fantasies continued, my heart gave a little leap of excitement and anticipation. Assembling strategies in my head, I felt a solid confidence growing inside me.
“Now I can take the lead… I won’t be dragged along anymore.”
The old me had been crushed by jealousy and inferiority, dragged around by others and suffering for it. But now it was different. With this attractive body and thorough planning, I was certain I could seize control.
Just imagining it filled me with a confidence and satisfaction I had never felt before.
“Yeah… if I move first, no one can control me.”
I let out a long breath and reorganized my goals in my head.
Keep distance from the male lead, control the men around me according to plan, and live comfortably. And while doing so, thoroughly enjoy the pleasure of leading and controlling everything.
As I sorted my thoughts with each breath, my heart grew much lighter and firmer.
“Except…”
My eyes fell on the jeans and underwear still lying in the corner of the room. They were still glistening, soaked with juices. Traces remained of where I had lightly touched my chest and brushed my nipples with my fingers. The amount had been beyond imagination.
“This body is the variable. I have to do something about it.”
I recalled the characteristics of the game’s cast. According to the descriptions, every man except the male protagonist had a huge cock.
“Women usually say it hurts if a guy is too big, right…”
But the game’s protagonist had a healthy, flexible body from sports, so she was especially sensitive and responsive to big ones.
“I’m the protagonist, so… it shouldn’t be…”
Before the words even finished, something in my chest froze solid. My eyes widened for a second and my breath caught. My fingertips trembled, and a chilling sensation brushed somewhere deep inside.
“…Ah, no, this isn’t right!”
Suddenly I remembered. This game had a unique system—the Pheromone Parameter.
A value that detected the scent of people with high sexual compatibility. When sexually arousing events happened the number rose and the body reacted.
“With this body’s sensitivity… it could be dangerous.”
“I can’t get used to the scent… so I’ll have to get used to the stimulation instead.”
I steeled my resolve and stood before the mirror once more.