Chapter 3
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 3
Chapter Title: Possession (2)
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"Aaaah!"
I screamed at the sensation of being sucked in, and when I opened my eyes, I saw, predictably, an unfamiliar ceiling.
My own voice had already tipped me off, but looking down revealed two massive, lewdly jiggling mounds of flesh, cascading strands of radiant golden blonde hair, and pale, delicate hands.
I hurriedly sat up in bed and looked around the room.
The sparse space held only a slightly worn bed, what appeared to be a vanity, and a single mirror.
'Fuck, is this real possession? Why the hell me? I was a clean user who never even wrote one of those 5700-character essays...'
Staring into the mirror, there stood a character identical to the one I'd customized just yesterday, clad only in a thin negligee.
'Whoa, this is insane. Look at that face—fuck, the body's fucking perfect...'
I was on the verge of falling in love with myself. Mesmerized, I poked and prodded every which way for quite a while before snapping out of it.
'Whoops! First things first, calm down and assess the situation. I need to list out what I know about this world and what I can do here.'
'Is it thanks to the [Absolute Mind] trait? If it were my old personality, I'd be losing my shit right now, but somehow I feel way calmer.'
Among the traits I'd selected, the ones that let me infer my current status and location were [Orphan Origin] and [Prostitute Origin].
In other words, it wasn't hard to guess that I was an orphaned whore.
'Fuck... why the hell did I pick those traits?' Regretting it now was pointless.
(To reiterate, back then during character creation, I was so turned on appreciating her that my brain was fully dick-controlled.)
'So where the hell am I...?' Just as the thought crossed my mind, I heard steady footsteps approaching from outside.
Moments later, the door creaked open, and my eyes met those of a matronly woman who looked like a nurse.
"The patient here is awake!!!!!!!"
Before I could get a word out, she yelled in shock and bolted, soon followed by the sound of several people rushing over.
Bang!!! The door flew open violently, and three rough-looking men stormed in.
They had "gangster" written all over their faces and bodies as they surrounded me, awkwardly standing in front of the mirror.
'Fuck, this is scary as hell—what is it? Am I getting raped right after possession? Should I fight back? Will I get beat if I do?'
As all sorts of thoughts raced through my head, the tallest one—a brown-skinned bald guy—grinned and spoke up.
"Charlotte!! You're finally awake! We were so worried~~"
His tone was affectionate as he pulled me into a tight hug, his hands groping my waist, hips, and thighs in sequence.
"Hup... Ah! Wh-who... who are you!!!!"
The sudden embrace left me unable to resist as he fondled me all over, which was embarrassing enough.
But what startled me more was how good his touch felt in that instant—I shoved at his chest and yelled.
"What? Charlotte, did the accident wipe your memory? You really don't recognize me?"
The bald man sounded disappointed, but of course there were no original memories to draw on...?
"Kyaaaaack!!!"
Suddenly, memories of this body's original owner flooded in, accompanied by a splitting headache.
I collapsed in a faint from the pain, and the bald man scooped me up princess-style, carrying me back to bed with worry etched on his face.
'Urk... From the memories, this is roughly the city of Lucea in the Luminus Kingdom, specifically a brothel called the "Song of the Fairy." This room is one of the prostitute dorms, and I'm their so-called ace. I've been out for about three days. The cause was probably poisoning...'
A rough outline of memories surfaced.
"Charlotte? You okay?"
The bald man who'd laid me down asked in a gentle tone.
'I remember this guy now... He's the brothel's guard captain, who likes me despite me being a whore. Name's Jack, ex-mercenary—only thing stuck is that he was famous once. No reason to make an enemy of him. Getting out of here comes first, so I have to use him.'
Even in the mental chaos, my head spun with unnatural clarity.
"Yes, my head hurts since I just woke up. Could I get some water and simple food?"
And honestly, I'd noticed right upon waking that I was starving.
"Yeah, you two—go fetch some water and light grub."
Jack sent his two underlings away and stared at me intently.
'What the... why aren't you leaving?' I wanted to snap, but his burly, intimidating face kept the words from coming out.
Resigned, I rolled over on the bed to face away, avoiding his gaze.
"Charlotte, we were worried sick... You're okay now, right?"
As he spoke, Jack slipped both hands under my armpits and began kneading my breasts.
"Haaaat! W-wait a sec!!!"
Despite my plea to stop the sudden molestation, Jack instead climbed onto the bed, pressing his body against mine and squeezing harder.
'Ugh... fuck, what do I do?'
Digging through the memories, this body's owner had been a perfect slut by nature.
Man or woman, anyone touching her made her go into heat, drooling from her lower mouth as she rubbed up against them and spread her legs—it was daily life.
'Pushing him off now would raise suspicion, right? No way—I'm a woman who just got possessed, and getting fucked by some guy right away? Fuck no, I need an excuse.'
"Jack... sorry, I'm too sore today... Hah! Eut! P-please stop..."
He pinched my nipple midway, nearly blanking my mind, but I managed to finish.
"Tomorrow night then? I can't get satisfied with other girls anymore."
"Huung... Got it... so please go for today."
At my firm(?) refusal, Jack made a disappointed face, stroked and groped my ass a few times, then slowly turned to leave.
'Haa... this insane body... Was picking the [Nymphomania] trait the problem?'
Just a little touching from a total stranger, and my pussy was already drooling.
'Sigh... Food first, then scour the memories for a quick escape plan.'
Luckily, nothing else happened after that.
Thanks to the [Big Eater] trait, I scarfed down food like a pig, but the people here seemed to take it as normal.
A middle-aged woman called the Madam dropped by midway, saying the poisoning was under investigation and likely done by a rival brothel.
She fussed a bit before extracting a promise that I'd start working tomorrow no matter what, then left.
Apparently, customers had piled up while I was out cold, causing massive losses.
"Haa..."
'Can't believe I have to sell my body starting tomorrow—and share a bed with that guard captain at night...
I was a guy just moments ago. I can't live like this. I have to escape today, no matter what.'
I began combing through the memories for a way out.
'I maxed out physical ability and reflexes at level 10. Could I just bulldoze through?'
Reviving the body's memories confirmed it had great strength, reactions, and dexterity.
But that only worked against normals. Even the brothel's guards down the chain were so-called "Mana Users."
And guard captain Jack looked a cut above that.
Meanwhile, I was probably at idiot-with-mana-affinity-2 level—never even thought to learn it.
Now that I'm in here, I could learn, but no time.
I might not even beat one. Fail, and I'd be passed around countless men, turned into a moaning pretty onahole.
Jack's groping earlier drove it home: real sex would be dangerous. Even as a guy mentally, one day and I'd fall to full bitch.
'Then asking for help?'
Surprisingly, this body was a free citizen, not a slave, despite being an orphan whore.
But with idiot-level brains and an "OK" to any fucking, she had no savings or home.
Practically sold her body for free in this city—yet the most popular and expensive.
So where'd all her earnings go? The brothel swept them up, obviously.
Money? Memories showed "dick instead of money? OK" past—total hopeless moron.
Even the little she got, she handed out to fellow whores or guards like free pussy when they asked.
Brothel provided food and clothes, so she lived a sort of happy(?) life without lack.
No one to ask for help from the start.
Guard captain Jack? Beg him to let me leave, but if loyalty trumps his fondness for me?
No more escape dreams—life ends as the brothel's cumdump, bed ending.
Ask a naive rich customer?
Unfortunately, no world knowledge upon possession—can't tell the power players, and spotting them requires fucking customers first, which is impossible.
The one hope now: the brothel's complacency.
Help unlikely, but no dedicated watcher either.
They'd never imagine a perpetually horny free slut ditching dick to run.
Truthfully, only one best option left.
'Better to trust myself than gamble on others, right?'
Decision made.
At dawn, rely on this body's physicals for a stealth escape—that's the answer.
Whether report to city guards or flee far, first get out.
Tomorrow wakes, and it'd be nonstop dick-pounding forever.