Where Is Princess Seonhwa's Seodong? (A Bit Tough)
The moment I opened my eyes, an unfamiliar ceiling greeted me. No, not just the ceiling. The entire room, the scent in the air, even the texture of the bedding beneath me felt completely alien.
What the hell? Where am I?
I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through my head. It felt like someone had split my skull open and poured molten iron inside. Groaning, I clutched my temples and forced my body upright.
The room was luxurious beyond imagination. Silk curtains embroidered with golden dragons, a massive wooden bed carved with intricate phoenix patterns, and the faint scent of rare incense drifting through the air. This wasn't some cheap guesthouse. This was a palace.
Just then, the door slid open with a soft whisper. A woman entered, her movements graceful and refined. She wore layers of colorful silk robes that accentuated her figure, and her hair was pinned up with ornate jade ornaments. Her face... was breathtaking. Sharp, elegant features that radiated both nobility and an almost dangerous allure.
But the look in her eyes was anything but gentle.
"You've finally awakened, Seodong."
Her voice was cold, regal, and laced with unmistakable authority. It sent a shiver down my spine. This woman was no ordinary lady. The way she carried herself, the subtle pressure in her gaze, it all screamed one thing.
Princess.
I blinked, trying to process the situation. Seodong? That name sounded vaguely familiar, like something from an old Korean folktale. But why was she calling me that?
Before I could open my mouth, another wave of memories that weren't mine flooded into my mind. A violent clash. A desperate escape. The face of a man who looked exactly like me, bleeding out on the cold palace floor. And then... darkness. Followed by my own consciousness being shoved into this body.
Body possession? In an alternate universe set in the year 1000 AD? You've got to be kidding me.
The princess, Princess Seonhwa, stepped closer. Her eyes narrowed as she studied me with the intensity of a predator sizing up its prey.
"Do you remember what you did?" she asked, her tone demanding an immediate answer. "You dared to lay your filthy hands on this princess's body. You, a mere commoner from Baekje blood, touched what should never have been touched."
Her words hit like a slap. I searched the borrowed memories again. Oh. Oh no. This guy, the original Seodong, had apparently been caught in a scandalous encounter with the princess. Not just any encounter. A very explicit, very hardcore one that involved ropes, blindfolds, and positions that would make even modern porn directors blush.
My face heated up. I could practically feel the phantom sensations of silk restraints biting into wrists and the heat of forbidden skin against skin.
"I... uh..." I stammered, my modern slang threatening to spill out before I caught myself. "This servant doesn't quite recall the details, Your Highness. Perhaps the blow to the head has clouded my memory."
Princess Seonhwa's lips curled into a dangerous smile. She was proud, arrogant, and clearly suffering from a severe case of princess syndrome. But there was something else in her eyes. A twisted, obsessive glint that made my stomach tighten.
"Lies," she whispered, stepping even closer until her breath brushed my ear. "Your body remembers. Every thrust. Every moan you forced from my lips. Every time you made this princess, who should only be touched by the heavens, scream your name like a common whore."
Her hand shot out and grabbed my chin with surprising strength. Her nails dug into my skin, just enough to sting.
"Brother will never forgive you. But I... I have not yet decided your fate, Seodong. Will I have you executed for your crimes? Or will I keep you as my personal toy, hidden away in the deepest parts of the palace where no one can hear you beg?"
The way she said it, half threat, half dark promise, sent conflicting signals straight to my groin. This body was reacting on its own, heat pooling low in my belly at her possessive tone.
Damn it, original owner. You really went all out, didn't you?
Princess Seonhwa's brother-complex was legendary even in the memories I inherited. She adored her imperial brother with a fervor that bordered on incestuous. Yet here she was, looking at me like she wanted to devour me whole.
"Your Highness," I said carefully, trying to channel the lazy but sharp-witted personality that seemed to fit this new life. "If this servant has truly committed such a grave sin, then perhaps this servant should take responsibility. Thoroughly. Repeatedly. Until Your Highness is satisfied that the debt has been paid in full."
Her eyes widened slightly, then darkened with unmistakable desire. The proud princess who always got what she wanted was clearly intrigued by my boldness.
"You dare speak to me that way?" she hissed, but there was no real anger in her voice. Only excitement. "Seodong... my foolish, reckless Seodong. Do you truly think you can handle a princess's desires? They are not gentle. They are not kind. I will break you. I will ride you until you forget your own name. And when I'm done, you'll crawl to me every night begging for more."
She pushed me back onto the bed with surprising force. Her silk robes slipped from one shoulder, revealing smooth, pale skin marked with faint traces of yesterday's passion. Love bites. Scratches. Evidence of a night that had clearly been anything but vanilla.
My heart hammered in my chest. This was dangerous. This woman was dangerous. But the thrill of it, the way her eyes burned with obsessive want, made it impossible to look away.
Alright, new world. New body. New insanely possessive yandere princess.
I guess being a reclusive master in this alternate universe just got a whole lot more complicated.
Princess Seonhwa's obsessive desire has been awakened. The original Seodong's hardcore night of passion has bound her to you with twisted, yandere affection. Warning: Her brother-complex may trigger violent jealousy if not carefully managed.
I swallowed hard as she climbed onto the bed, her eyes never leaving mine. This wasn't just a romance anymore. This was a dangerous game of power, obsession, and very adult consequences in a world that blended history with fantasy.
And somehow, I had the feeling that Princess Seonhwa's version of "Seodong" was about to get a lot more intense than the fairy tale ever suggested.