I Possessed the Trashy Villain
The headache felt like my skull was splitting open. No, it had split open. There was no way something could hurt this badly without the bone actually cracking.
“Uuuuugh…”
The moment I opened my eyes, stomach acid surged up my throat. I was sure the only thing I’d drunk yesterday was four cans of convenience-store beer sold in a pack. So why did it feel like someone had thrown my brain into a blender?
The stench stabbing my nose was a mix of cheap perfume and cognac. Wait a second. How the hell would an ordinary K-university student like me even recognize the smell of cognac?
“…What the actual fuck is this?”
Swallowing back the nausea, I forced my heavy eyelids open. The first thing that came into focus was a strange ceiling where a chandelier hung half-destroyed, swaying dangerously. The room itself was a complete disaster, as if someone had deliberately smashed everything in sight. A massive, filthy, yet unmistakably luxurious mansion. Who the hell lived like this? My own studio apartment—with its deposit of a thousand and monthly rent of fifty—would never have anything like this antique monstrosity.
“Aigo, my head… my poor head… Where the hell am I?”
I’d blacked out after drinking beer, not even soju? What kind of ridiculous situation was this?
As I tried to sit up, I stepped on an empty liquor bottle rolling across the floor and nearly fell flat on my face. Stumbling, I braced myself against a huge full-length mirror standing in the corner of the room. Why the hell was something this enormous and antique even in here?
And then—
The instant my eyes met the stranger reflected in the mirror, my breath caught in my throat.
Silver hair that seemed to shatter like moonlight. Golden eyes glowing with a cold, piercing light. The skin beneath them was deathly pale from heavy drinking, yet somehow that only amplified the strangely decadent, corrupt sensuality he radiated.
What the hell. Who was this insanely handsome guy?
Was he some Western actor? I whipped around, thinking someone must be standing behind me. But no one was there. The room was empty. So who the hell was the person in the mirror?
…Was it me?
“Excuse me… who are you?”
The mouth in the mirror moved in perfect sync. Wait, what language was that? It sounded weird even to me. I slowly raised my arm while staring at the mirror. The beautiful man inside it copied the motion exactly. When I pinched my cheek, it hurt. It really hurt. Holy shit.
It was me. This was definitely me. No doubt about it.
Sudden possession? Me? Why?
I hadn’t read any web novels yesterday, nor had I launched some cliché gacha game. I’d simply been using the golden three-day holiday to catch up on overdue studying while playing a long adult animation on my dual monitors, giggling like an idiot the whole time.
According to novel tropes, you were supposed to possess someone after reading a book or playing a game. There was no trope for getting sucked into an adult animation! This completely broke the rules of the genre. No way. This couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t!
That was when it happened.
Knock knock.
The sudden sound of knocking made my heart drop. My survival instincts kicked in. I dove straight into the bed and hid myself under the crumpled sheets. That felt a little safer.
“…W-who is it?”
With a long, heavy creak, the massive door opened and someone stepped inside.
A silver-haired maid with neat but somehow cold features. I never expected to see a big-breasted maid outfit in real life. She was beautiful enough to brighten up this gloomy room, yet the way she looked down at me was as icy as if she were staring at a pile of garbage on the street.
Wait, we’ve never even met before? Why are you looking at me like that?
She approached and spoke in a voice cold as ice.
“Young Master Evan. The head of the family is calling for you immediately.”
“…Evan? Who the hell is Evan…” I started to say, then instinctively added, “…ma’am?” because it felt like I should speak politely.
Apparently that wasn’t enough to ease her anger. The maid’s pretty brows furrowed deeply. She let out a long, exhausted sigh and glared at me like I was trash.
“Haa, haa, haa!!! Young Master E. Van. Von. Bal. Derck. How long do you plan to keep escaping reality by drowning yourself in alcohol? Just how long?!”
“The head of the family is furious right now.”
Evan von Balderck.
The moment that full name pierced my mind, every hair on my body stood on end.
I remembered now.
Chronicles of the Fall of the Empire. A long, trashy adult animation with garbage plot logic but top-tier heroine designs and maximum lewdness that covered every possible fetish. And in that story, there was only one character named Evan von Balderck.
A gambling addict. A womanizer. An irredeemable, worthless noble. The legendary piece of human garbage who had squandered what little family fortune remained. His father was sick from stress, his younger sister despised her older brother, and most importantly…
He was a worthless extra villain who got his head chopped off by the hero right at the start of the story.
That guy deserved to die, sure. But who the hell did you say I was?
Was I seriously that Evan?
In the adult animation I’d watched, he existed solely to showcase the hero’s overwhelming power in the opening scene before his head got sliced clean off. That was why I even remembered him. And why the hell did it have to be a sword cutting his throat? This was fucked. Completely fucked.
My heart began pounding like crazy.
But I’d only watched the adult animation! From the progression, this felt more like the erotic game version. Chronicles of the Fall of the Empire had been so popular as a low-budget adult animation that they’d rushed out an erotic game adaptation. So had I possessed the game version instead? But I’d never even played the game! I’d only watched the animation! How was this fair? How could just watching the adult version drop me straight into the game world?
But that wasn’t what mattered right now.
When exactly did Evan get his head chopped off in the story?
When was it…?
My head was spinning. Right. It was on the day of the academy entrance ceremony.
It was a good thing I’d only skimmed the spicy scenes in the animation. If I’d skipped the plot entirely, I would’ve died without even knowing when it was coming. If I only had until the entrance ceremony, I could sneak out at night and run away. Since my neck was still attached, it probably meant the ceremony hadn’t happened yet. Whew. Thank god. If I’d possessed him after the decapitation, I would’ve woken up as a corpse in a grave.
I cleared my throat and asked the maid in a trembling voice.
“…When exactly… am I supposed to enter the academy…?”
The maid’s cold eyes filled with even deeper disgust. Her red lips moved as she delivered the death sentence.
“You’ve even forgotten that? It’s tomorrow.”
Tomorrow.
That single word stabbed into my heart like a razor-sharp dagger.
I was going to die tomorrow. Fuck. According to possession tropes, the possessor was supposed to start with countless opportunities and overpowered stats, right? What the hell was this garbage starting point?! Out of all the things to possess, why did it have to be this hopeless, trashy adult animation-slash-game?! I should’ve possessed a normal story instead of this dumpster fire! And now my name was Evan too? Haah… even the name felt like bad luck.
“Young Master, we must go to the head of the family immediately. Please get dressed first.”
As the maid—Ria—helped me put on an outer robe—
Heroine Mission Activated.
Heroine Panty Collector
Heroine Ria’s Panties
“Status window.”
A translucent blue window appeared. Nice. Of course there was a status window. It hadn’t abandoned me after all. But there wasn’t much in it. And what the hell was this Heroine Panty Collector mission? What kind of trashy development was this? It really was an adult game, huh?
“Young Master? Is something wrong?”
When I started waving my hands randomly in the air, she looked at me strangely. Yeah, I probably looked like a lunatic. But I was going to die tomorrow!
Fortunately, it seemed Ria couldn’t see the status window. Then another notification rang out.
Obtained Heroine Ria’s Panties.
Acquired 5 Coins.
First-time gacha coin acquisition. You may now spin the gacha. Would you like to spin?
‘??’
Right, Ria was a heroine too. But when the hell did I obtain her panties? I hadn’t done anything! There was no way her underwear had flown through the air and landed in my hands by itself. How could a maid’s panties—
‘What the hell is this insane mission… Ha! Of course it’s from a garbage adult game.’
I had no idea where I was anymore. The only thing that had changed was the outer robe I was now wearing. I reached into the pocket and felt something soft. Instinctively, I pulled it out.
It was small, thin, and trimmed with lace… a white scrap of fabric.
Well, white is the classic choice, I guess. It felt incredibly soft and pleasant to the touch. It was so small it seemed more like a handkerchief than panties. Surely it wasn’t—
I examined it closely. It smelled fragrant. A tiny, precious piece of cloth. I stared at it with wide eyes. How could something this small be panties? Wasn’t it a handkerchief? The status window must have glitched, right?
Along with a faint scent of soap, I could detect the slightest trace of Ria’s own body scent. Sweet yet subtly stimulating. The moment I inhaled it, my head spun.
My brain went into overdrive and my pupils trembled. Ugh. This was definitely panties.
Confirmed as Virgin Heroine’s Panties.
Additional 20 Coins acquired.
Ria was a virgin? Nice.
‘Wait, no—why is the system telling me useless information like that?’
“Kyaaah! Y-Young Master Evan!! That’s—!”
Ria finally realized what it was. Her face turned bright red in an instant as she snatched the panties away. Her beautiful blue eyes shook with panic. The disgust in her gaze grew even stronger.
No way. That bastard Evan even stole the underwear of the maid who was helping him? This pathetic loser had now saddled me with the title of panty thief.
“I-it’s a misunderstanding! It wasn’t me, it was that trash Evan who—”
“Young Master Evan, who exactly is this ‘trash Evan’ you keep mentioning?”
“W-well, you see, the trash Evan is—”
I had nothing left to say. Even with ten mouths, I wouldn’t be able to explain this. Would she believe me if I told her I’d been possessed?
The maid standing in front of me wasn’t just any maid. According to the setting of this adult animation—no, this erotic game—she would later become one of the continent’s greatest knights. If I told her I wasn’t Evan but a possessor, it would be disastrous.
Fine. That trash Evan is me now. I have to live as Evan from here on out. If I get caught, the head of the family will have my head for killing his son long before the hero ever gets the chance.
Ria clutched the panties tightly to her chest and glared at me. Her flushed cheeks and trembling lips… Honestly, even though the story was garbage, the heroines in this third-rate adult animation-turned-game were so beautiful they made your heart race. And right now, her enormous breasts were heaving with every breath.
Gulp.
“Y-Young Master… absolutely not…!”
Ria’s Favorability has been updated.
[-75 → -125]
What?! According to possession tropes, the lowest favorability should be -100! How is it going below that?!
“Please walk quickly. The head of the family is waiting, Young Master Evan.”
Ria dragged me along like a piece of luggage after I’d been reduced to a panty thief. Her body looked like a model’s, but she had the strength of a weightlifter. Her grip was so powerful I didn’t even dare resist.
Bang—!
The reception room door flew open violently. The moment I crossed the threshold—
“You son of a worthless whore—!!”
Whoosh—!
A heavy crystal ashtray came flying straight at my face. I instinctively twisted my head.
“Uwaah!”
Crash!
The ashtray barely grazed my ear before smashing into the wall behind me and shattering into a thousand pieces. Shards flew everywhere, stinging my cheek. That really had almost cracked my skull open. If I hadn’t honed my reflexes dodging chalk in high school, my head would’ve been split for sure.
A chill ran down my spine. I’d suspected earlier that it might be a dream, but the sharp pain proved this was reality. Surely a father wouldn’t actually kill his own son? That’s what I’d thought, but now it looked like he really might. This was real. This was undeniably real. I had nearly died for good.
“G-gambling away two thousand three hundred gold? 2,300 gold?!”
“Who on earth gave birth to such a pathetic wretch?! You blew through twenty percent of our family’s annual budget! Are you even human?!”
A middle-aged man screamed as if he were coughing up blood. He had to be Evan’s father and the head of the von Balderck family. His face had turned blue with rage, and he was breathing so heavily it looked like he might collapse from a stroke at any moment.
‘2,300 gold is twenty percent of the annual budget? That bastard Evan really is insane.’
I couldn’t hide my shock. Just looking at the man’s face told me how enormous that sum was. No wonder the family was on the verge of collapse. And in a debt-ridden family like this, I couldn’t even run away and had to be dragged to the academy?
“My lord, please calm down. Shall I call for a physician?”
“Leave it! I’d rather die than have to look at that bastard’s face any longer…!”
Knock knock.
At that moment, the heavy silence in the reception room was broken as an elderly butler hurried inside.
“My lord. The young lady from the Crosswell Count family has arrived.”
“…What? Lady Iliana?”
Instantly, warning bells started screaming inside my head.
Iliana von Crosswell.
The girl Evan had been betrothed to since the age of three through a political arrangement made by their drunken grandfathers. She was also the main heroine that the ‘hero’—who would half-kill me at the academy tomorrow—secretly loved.
‘Are you fucking kidding me? This pacing is insane.’
The moment I got chewed out by my father, the fiancée shows up? The story’s probability had been thrown out the window in favor of pure H-scenes, and the breakneck speed of this third-rate adult animation left me dizzy.
Where the hell were the protagonist perks that were supposed to make treasure rain from the sky just by walking around?! I never should’ve watched this trashy third-rate adult animation…
“Let her in……”
The head of the family let out a deep sigh and waved his hand in resignation.