I've Been Possessed

I've been possessed.

"Ugh, mmph... ugh!"

My head spun from the headache.

"Ah... my head."

It wasn't just my head—had my voice gone hoarse too? A youthful voice that didn't match my own spilled out. Leaving the air conditioner on while I slept must have been the problem. I quietly rose from the bed and headed straight for the bathroom.

A moment later, inside the bathroom.

"Huh? Wh-what the fuck!"

A voice that wasn't mine burst out.

There was a novel I loved to read. It was the outlet for my desires, the thing that made me blow a load once a day. The title was My Girlfriend Is a Real Doll.

To summarize the plot, it was exactly what the title suggested: the everyday (sex) life of the protagonist and his girlfriend who disguised herself as a real doll. The protagonist, of course, believed she was an actual real doll and did every filthy thing imaginable to her.

Anyway, the author who wrote that kind of novel had just released a new work. And I was the very first reader to dive into it.

But then—

"I-is this real?"

After checking the mirror in the bathroom, I realized I had turned into someone else. A young man's face, a bit younger than my original twenty-eight years.

After that I used the computer to dig up every scrap of information I could find.

"······."

My lips moved on their own. Sexual rehabilitation school. Seongmugyo. The moment I saw those two words, I couldn't hide my shock.

"I-is this real?"

The author's new work. An Abnormal Fetishist in a World with a 1:50 Male-to-Female Ratio. This was the exact location where the story began in the prologue. Was this even possible? Me, possessed into a novel?

Wondering if I was dreaming, I pinched my cheek. The pinched cheek hurt, and the dream didn't end. That meant this was reality.

"Th-then who am I?"

For starters, the face I was wearing right now wasn't mine. It looked like a student's face at the very least. I ransacked the room for information and found it surprisingly quickly. It was the wallet of the young man I had possessed. I checked the ID inside.

Name: Shin Jinho

Age: 20

"Shin Jinho······."

I knew that name. He was one of the protagonist's companions, after all. Shin Jinho. Owner of a youthful voice and a cute appearance for a guy. He had a timid personality, yet despite that face and temperament he carried the setting of being the school's representative Great Dick King. Unfortunately, he was also a premature ejaculator.

Apparently I had become that Shin Jinho.

"Huh······."

No matter how I thought about it, I couldn't believe it. Still, it seemed this was reality. With a blank expression I simply stared up at the ceiling at the situation that had unfolded.

That was when it happened.

Ding-dong—

The intercom rang through the room.

Who is it?

I carefully approached the front door. Then a voice came from the other side.

"Open the door! I know you're in there."

It was a woman's voice, full of force, like a military drill instructor. The moment I heard it, I somehow knew exactly what time period this was. I opened the front door right then and there.

When the door swung open, a woman in a black uniform with long, sky-blue hair stood at attention with her hands clasped behind her back. Her expression was deliberately sharp, eyes narrowed as if she were trying to look intimidating.

"Are you Shin Jinho?"

The woman asked in a voice dripping with military discipline. I quietly nodded and answered.

"Ah, yes."

The moment I nodded and replied, the woman unrolled a scroll and began shouting at the top of her lungs.

It was a familiar warning. This was the exact situation the protagonist went through in the prologue. So······ this time period was apparently the prologue.

I thought for a moment.

I still can't believe this situation, but······

Isn't this actually a win? For me, this might not be such a bad situation at all?

"Do you consent?"

When I didn't answer, the woman glared at me with a threatening look and demanded consent again. At that, I nodded, held out both hands, and spoke to the instructor.

"Yes. Take me away."

I was arrested without resistance.

In the author's new work An SM Player in a World with a 1:50 Male-to-Female Ratio, men were precious. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Of course they were—with numbers that low, they had to be rare. That didn't mean the state treated every man with extreme care, though. According to the setting, only men who fulfilled their national duties received proper treatment.

Simple examples: once a week or once a month you submitted sperm at a sperm collection center, or ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠once a year you had some form of exchange with a woman (conversation, for instance), or—though rare—you actually had sex with a woman. Fulfilling even one of those counted as doing your duty. Fail all three, and you were designated a man who had neglected his national obligations and forcibly enrolled in Seongmugyo.

And so, the sexual rehabilitation school: Seongmugyo. Seongmugyo was a facility that educated and reformed men who were averse to women. A school that cultivated the sexual desire those men had lost. A school the nation was pushing with everything it had, forcibly enrolling problem men who shunned women so they could be guided toward smooth sexual relations—basically a school for growing male libido.

That was the official national position.

Think about it. Ninety-eight percent of the National Assembly was female, the Minister of Education was female, and nearly every person holding a key national post was a woman. And this was a world short on men. In a world where desires couldn't be satisfied, sexual promiscuity had naturally become familiar. Familiarity turned into naturalness, and the place that was born from that was Seongmugyo.

And right now, I was sitting in a transport vehicle with handcuffs on my wrists, blank-faced, heading toward Seongmugyo.

Wow······ real luck like this.

I was thinking that with a dazed expression. If this was luck, it was luck. I still couldn't believe I'd entered the world of a novel, but it was a novel I liked, wasn't it? And it was Seongmugyo. A school that would do anything—literally anything—to restore the sexual desire of men who had lost it. In other words, a school that existed to make men promiscuous.

I was going crazy with anticipation for that "anything." I was ready to take whatever they threw at me.

That was when the young man beside me tapped my shoulder and spoke.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Huh? About what?"

"No, you've just been smiling this whole time."

Had I been smiling? Apparently I'd been grinning without realizing it.

"Oh, I'm fine. But······."

Unlike me, he was a tall, sharp-featured young man. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Despite the sharp eyes, he wore a rather pitiful expression. I checked the name tag on his chest.

Kim Yuseong······.

A familiar name. The protagonist's name. Ah, right—Shin Jinho's first meeting with him was in this transport vehicle, wasn't it?

I answered Yuseong.

"Nah, what's done is done. Worrying about it now isn't going to fix anything, right?"

I answered as if it were no big deal, and Kim Yuseong let out a sigh.

"Ha······ I heard Seongmugyo will do anything."

"Like what?"

"Force you to have sex with women, or make you share a dorm room with them, that kind of thing."

The people around us who had been listening to our conversation jumped in.

"I heard that too. They say they tie your arms and legs and force you to ejaculate."

"If you break the rules you become a public toilet, apparently······."

"Hic! Hic! Dad······."

Isn't that actually a good thing? Still, considering this was a world with a 1:50 male-to-female ratio, the men's reactions made sense. Not that I understood them. Weaklings.

"Ha······."

Then Kim Yuseong sighed again and said,

"I'm really being screwed here. I even submitted sperm at the collection center every month. Why are they dragging me off?"

Ah, right—the protagonist had that setting, didn't he? Kim Yuseong had actually been fulfilling his national duties properly. After all, as long as you carried out even one of the three obligations, the state treated you well. Yet for some reason he was being forcibly enrolled in Seongmugyo, and even I didn't know exactly why. Well, he was the protagonist—he must have had his own circumstances.

I patted Yuseong's shoulder consolingly and spoke.

"Don't worry too much. What's the worst that could happen?"

"True, no matter what, we're men. They wouldn't treat us too roughly, right?"

At those words I snorted inwardly. Sure, we were currently criminals who had failed our national duties, but that didn't mean the treatment was terrible. Even if you neglected your duties, a man was still a man. In every country, men were treated almost like natural monuments. Daily life itself wouldn't be that harsh. Of course, for the men of this world, Seongmugyo's education would be pretty shocking, but humans were adaptable animals—they'd adjust soon enough.

I, on the other hand, had come along willingly because I was looking forward to it. And Kim Yuseong was the protagonist of this world, so he'd adapt later and end up living a decent life on his own.

"Ha······ still, I really don't want to go."

Hmm······ but with him sighing nonstop right next to me, even I was starting to feel my energy drain. Tch—what kind of guy sighed this much?

I turned to Kim Yuseong.

"Hey, you know something?"

"What?"

"About Seongmugyo."

I whispered just loud enough for only Kim Yuseong to hear.

"It's actually co-ed."

"!?"

Kim Yuseong's face went white as if he'd been hit with a shock. After that, not another word came out of his mouth. Finally some quiet.

I simply felt the sway of the transport vehicle and rode along comfortably.

After arriving at Seongmugyo, the men who would be enrolling—including me—were guided by the instructors to a classroom first, before the entrance ceremony.

"Move it, move it!"

"You there, Yoon Seonghun! Why are you so slow! Move your ass!"

The male students flinched at the threatening female instructors' voices. For reference, there were only thirty male enrollees total, and only three classes. That meant ten students per class.

More importantly······.

I looked over the instructors' faces. True to the novel's setting, every single one was a beauty. According to the lore, they were selected as instructors through national exams that included body and face evaluations. In other words, every instructor here was an elite chosen by the state for education.

"Get inside already! You there, Shin Jinho! Get into your class right now!"

"Ah, yes."

I answered calmly and entered Class 1-C. There were three classes total—A, B, and C—and amusingly, they were ranked. Simply put, Class C was the worst problem-child class. That meant Class C's education was so harsh, shocking, and exhausting that my dick was already trembling and starting to harden.

Once inside the classroom I sat straight down at the desk with my name on it. The seat next to me was Kim Yuseong's. Apparently things weren't that different from the novel.

When all the Class C men had taken their seats, an instructor opened the classroom door and walked in. She was a beauty with light-brown short hair and a sharp impression. Her uniform clung tightly to her figure—the style looked excellent. But those beautiful eyes were twisted like a demon's as she glared at the male students.

"Nice to meet you."

She swept a threatening gaze over the male students once, then opened her mouth.

"I am Han Yejin, and I will be the homeroom instructor for Class 1-C from now on."

"······."

None of the men answered. Of course not—when someone was openly radiating rage like that, no one with any sense would reply. I waited calmly, recalling what Han Yejin would say next. Definitely······.

"Before we begin."

Bang!

She suddenly slammed her palm down on the teacher's desk and spoke.

"Men."

"······."

"Men!"

"Y-yes!"

"You are vermin."

At the sudden curse, every man stared at Han Yejin with blank faces. After all, these were guys who had been coddled by their parents simply for being born male—they never expected to be insulted, let alone cursed at, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠by a woman of all people. For the men, Han Yejin's abuse must have been a fresh shock.

As if she couldn't care less about their reactions, Han Yejin continued.

"The nation asked only three duties of men. Fulfilling even one of them would have been enough for the state to be grateful, yet you couldn't even keep that promise! Huh!"

Wow······ I only ever saw this in text, but seeing it in reality, the intensity was overwhelming. And the men's reactions were exactly the same as in the novel, just as I'd expected.

"E-even so, cursing is too much!"

"We're men! You can't treat us like that—we won't stand for it!"

Acting all precious and rare, the men whined like little girls. Han Yejin answered them calmly.

"A man who fails his duties is not worth treating as a man. From the moment you set foot here, you are nothing but dick-bearing vermin! Understood!"

The men's faces turned blue in an instant. This was probably the first time in their lives they had been treated this way, so the shock must have been huge.

"And this instructor has a duty to turn your dicks back into men!"

Han Yejin swept another oppressive gaze over the men.

"I hope you will not refuse your instructor's orders or education. If you do refuse, those dicks of yours will receive punishments you cannot even imagine. Understood!"

"Y-yes!"

"Too quiet! Understood!!"

"Yes! Understood!"

I answered in chorus and thought to myself.

I wonder what those punishments are.