I Got Possessed as a Blond, Hung Shota Delinquent

The opening scene unfolded on my smartphone screen: a ceremony hall of pure white bathed in sunlight, glowing a soft azure against the panoramic backdrop of Gyeongbokgung Palace, where an enormous golden dragon lay slumbering.

Emblazoned with golden dragon embroidery down its center, the red carpet was flanked on both sides by countless seated guests, all holding their breath.

At the very heart of the hall, a woman dressed in pure white caressed the ring on her finger.

"Be with me, Yehwa..."

"Yes... I love you, Taehyun!"

Smooch.

I scrolled past the illustration. A sweet-faced girl with a bright beige bob cut that reached just below her ears was embracing a black-haired young man, lips pressed to his in a kiss.

The girl's chest, wrapped in a lily-bright wedding dress, swelled out in a massive curve.

The gently downcast eyes and long lashes gazing at the screen gave off the impression of a kind, tender-hearted girl.

"Wow, them titties..."

Tap tap.

Chewing on honey butter chips as I skimmed past the couple's lovey-dovey scenes, all that remained was the single line: Romance Starting as a Hunter — Complete.

I didn't press the like button.

"It was fun, I guess... but why didn't he bang the other girls? If you're not gonna nail them, don't make their illustrations this fap-worthy, jeez. Tsk tsk."

'If the author hadn't slapped the "pure love" tag on it and instead railed the mom and little sister like a dog like everyone wanted, it would've sold way better. What a fap-novice bastard...'

"No matter how I think about it, that author is a total lunatic. Preaching Confucian values while leaving that many heroines untouched."

Right on cue, the game's start menu appeared on my monitor.

It was the game adaptation of the novel I'd just finished.

The novel got famous — apparently even an S-Rank hunter, of all people, cosplayed as an ordinary civilian just to buy the limited-edition figurine — so the game had been riding a wave of success too.

I'd been playing since open beta, and these days I was a veteran who only logged in for raids and dailies, but today I felt like making a new character to celebrate the novel's completion.

I entered the character customization screen and built my avatar.

When I hit randomize, a beautiful boy appeared — short, with long straight golden hair that would brush against an adult woman's chest.

A beauty rivaling — no, surpassing — the gorgeous character art from the original novel, rendered in multi-angle glory at the mercy of my mouse.

I goggled at the unexpected quality.

"Haah... if I looked like this, I'd be banging everything that moves! Why the hell was I born a 30-year-old jobless bum who can't even awaken..."

Admiring my gorgeous new character, I watched the live news broadcast in a side window.

On screen, a black-haired beauty in a black suit and skirt scattered flower petals as she cleaved through the swarm of magical beasts pouring from the gate.

A wave of cherry-blossom pink rippled at the tips of her long black hair.

At the same time, the massive chest straining against her white shirt heaved.

Yoo Seonhwa embraced a scrawny, grime-covered Middle Eastern child and searched the crowd for his parents.

Then came the shot of her leading the refugees alongside the suited hunters.

I dumped my urges into the comment section beside the live stream.

Ignoring the comments, I turned back to the monitor.

I was about to come up with a plausible-sounding English name when, on a whim, I typed three letters — Jin Gwanghyeok — into the name field and hit create.

Only when the name floated above my avatar's head did the embarrassment come creeping up my spine.

'Whatever, fuck it... it's my name, I can use it. And if I ever get into a flame war during PVP, I can sue them for defamation or something...'

"Should I go mage? From what I've seen on the forums, the current meta says picking Middle Path or Indomitable just obliterates your wallet on the gacha side..."

Zzzap!

"Whoa, what the—!?"

Pink sparks erupted from the monitor and flooded the room.

From the pink currents slithering across the room like snakes, a faint violet glow carried a sweet floral scent that tickled my nose.

The instant the currents vanished, I stared at the screen.

"...."

I stared blankly at the newly appeared option.

The situation crystallized in my head all at once.

'This is... that thing, right? The thing that happens to the occasional hunter who comes back from the gate...'

"That's possession, baby."

Before anyone could steal it from under my nose, my mouse darted like a demon's and clicked the option.

Of course I picked the King of Incubi.

With a soft click, drowsiness washed over me. The corners of my mouth curled upward.

"I'm gonna bang you like an animal, Yehwa-chan!"

Whoosh!

When I opened my eyes, there was a one-room studio smaller than my real-world apartment.

The lightness I felt as I pushed myself up, the overflowing vitality — my spirits lifted of their own accord.

When I opened the window beside the bed, Seoul spread out below through the seams of sunlight. Crowds and streams of cars passing by, the face of a novel character flashing on an electronic billboard, and beyond the studio building, in the broad plaza of Gyeongbokgung Palace, the great golden dragon lying at rest — I could even see its golden scales shifting faintly. It was asleep.

The familiar notification jingle chimed from the phone I'd used back in reality, marking 7 AM.

'I really made it... this is really a possession!!!'

Turning my head, I found a full-length mirror.

Looking at my reflection, my eyes and mouth refused to close.

'This is... me?'

"Insane..."

I was entranced by a world-class beauty of impossible delicacy and vivid life — something no monitor could ever convey.

Contrasting with that overflowing vitality, slender limbs and a delicate frame traced fine curves that perfectly complemented the gorgeous face.

Noticing a weight pressing on my thigh, I peeked under my T-shirt.

A rod as thick as my forearm hung there, swaying lazily, its tip brushing up against my knee.

A swollen, bulbous head bigger than a golf ball was going tap, tap against my thigh.

"Uheehee..."

Grin.

The moment the reality of my situation sank in, my grin stretched from ear to ear.

Beside the closet stood a sturdy barbell, 60 kg plates loaded on each side.

I lifted the fully loaded barbell with ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠one hand and gave it a swing.

It whirled around as effortlessly as a smartphone.

I smacked the left plate with my fist and crushed the right one in my grip.

Both plates dented inward in the shape of my fist.

'Hmm... base physical stats are about D-Rank. The author did say the ranking system works the same in both reality and the novel.'

As I recalled the lore of the original novel and started planning my day, a message popped up before my eyes.

Ding!

"...What? EX??? A rank of EX???"

"...? What is this even saying? No, come on, at least explain it!"

'Well, whatever. I'll figure it out when I use it. Clearly it's meant to be used on women...'

"Heh heh heh."

At the lewd thoughts, the hem of my T-shirt began to tent.

I checked the other skills.

"Okay, Dream is a bit iffy, but it'll work for offense and defense, and Energy Absorption's for recovery. And just as I thought — it's exactly the same!"

"Ahh, just looking at it makes me feel invincible!"

In both the original novel and its game, nobody except the protagonist and a rare handful of others could get strong as easily as in a video game.

No matter how desperately you ground out fights in gates, only your stats went up — and the higher your rank climbed, the harder even that became.

Artifacts that granted guaranteed skills or traits were, naturally, commodities traded not for money but for political and economic leverage or through barter with other magical tools — effectively merchandise only the topmost A-Ranks, S-Ranks, megacorporations, or government agencies could get their hands on.

Ding!

'...Reality!!!'

Honestly, I'd braced myself for the possibility of never going back, so I hadn't expected this kind of luck.

"The harem-filled life of my dreams is right in front of me!!! Let's goooo, harem!"

Thrilled, I threw on a baggy gray hoodie and jeans and stepped out of the studio.

A faint fruity scent wafted from the blond hair spilling out from under my hood, tickling my nose.

Going down the villa stairs, I checked my ID.

It was identical to my real-world one, except the photo was of my current face, which felt strange.

I pulled out my smartphone to check the news.

'Just like the original — the intro arc is the best place to start!'

I stepped out to the crossroads and tried to hail a taxi.

The app said the estimated wait was ten minutes.

'Shit! Way too slow! I gotta get to the campus, NOW!'

In my urgency, I swung my arm out toward the road.

A red sports car pulled up from down the street and stopped right in front of me. The door lifted upward, revealing a woman's mature silhouette.

Vshhh.

"Waiting for a taxi? Want unnie to give you a ride?"

"Whoa, dem puppies..."

The sheer weight filling my entire field of vision overwhelmed my eyes.

My first real-life beauty up close, and that enormous chest — it was like a drug that short-circuited the brain.

Before I knew it, my hand shot toward her chest, and the woman laced her fingers through mine and pulled.

She sat me down facing her, straddling her lap.

Entranced by the softness and give pressed against my nose and eyelids, I kneaded away in a daze.

A gentle hand stroked the top of my head.

Soft, so soft.

"Mmm... hey, little guy, where are you headed?"

'All the way! To the climax! Creampie finish!'

"Ungh... Yonhong University, please."

"What? Yonhong U? Haven't you seen the news? A gate just broke there!"

"It's fine. I'm a hunter. Here's my license."

I pulled my ID from my pocket and showed it.

While I'd been groping her chest, I had already quietly activated Dream — making my ID look like an E-Rank hunter's license to her eyes.

I'm 31 in reality, but I'd set my registered age to 14, just in case.

As long as you had the ability, hunters got their license no matter what — the only real exception was literal infants.

Since she hadn't sensed any mana from me, she was more likely a civilian anyway.

'Lore-wise, you can only sense mana from beings around your own level or weaker — like in a murim novel. So the odds that a random busty nunna walking by is a civilian are way higher than the odds she's an awakened one stronger than an F-Rank chump like me.'

"Oh my? A hunter, at this age? Hmm?"

The woman stared at my face for a moment after looking at the ID, slightly flustered.

"...You're a boy? With that face!? Wow... ♥"

A little heat began to seep into the woman's voice. The hand stroking my hair grew more insistent.

With the sound of the engine gripping, the car surged forward.

"Alright then, cute little hunter! Unnie will take you straight to work, so let's grab a meal together sometime!"

"Unnies are the best!!"

Mustering my courage, I gave the spot I'd popped out from on her chest a little squeeze.

No resistance whatsoever.

Feeling the fierce wind against the back of my head as I kneaded her breasts, I sank into thought.

'Just like the original, the villain group after Im Yehwa — the Crawlers — will slip into the campus under cover of the Gate Break... I need to get there fast and snatch the Serpent's Mana Stone they're carrying.'

In the novel's opening arc, the villain organization's crew kidnapped Im Yehwa amid the chaos.

But the Shinhwa Guild hunters and the protagonist arrived sooner than expected, so the villains got subdued before they could do anything — and the protagonist, riding the fame of saving the campus's students, made his name and caught Shinhwa Guild's attention.

And so the ritual the villains had planned to carry out with Yehwa and the mana stone ended in failure.

'At this speed, I can beat the protagonist there... complete the ritual, and finish the stone.'

The completed Serpent's Mana Stone evolves into a mana core known as the Imoogi's Heart.

Absorbing that mana core grants the Imoogi's Scales trait, which boosts mana resistance and mana absorption rate in proportion to maximum mana capacity.

'My current skills and traits make me an illusion mage — a textbook backline support. But if I leverage this Charm cheat to hoover up every lucky opportunity from the original and patch my weaknesses, I can become the strongest. In this world AND back in reality!'

Then another thought surfaced — the sight of the breathing, living main heroine.

Today was the day Im Yehwa confessed and accepted her engagement to Taehyun, her childhood friend.

Unnoticed by the woman driving, I shifted slightly in my seat.

Because the thought of deflowering the main heroine's purity — kept intact all the way to her engagement — was making my pants unbearably tight.

'A childhood friend who saved herself for marriage! Damn it, author — I take back everything. I love you!'

With a screech of tires, we had somehow arrived at the destination.

A ribbon-like fence ringed the campus, and association staff dressed in a mishmash of police uniforms and security gear stood at regular intervals.

As the woman pulled the car to a stop, I activated Charm on her — a faint trickle of mana seeped out of my body and flowed into hers.

A heated breath escaped above the soft swell of her chest.

'With Dream I didn't feel any mana drain at all, but if it takes this much just on a civilian, I'll need to be careful using this in actual combat...'

"Mmm ♥... alright, go up the stairs right there and you're at the campus. Unnie can't take you any further — the beasts might come out past this point. ...You'll really be okay?"

The woman looked at me with worried eyes.

I took her cheeks in both hands and pressed my lips to hers.

"Mmnh?! Mmph... mmm... haah..."

Her startled eyes met mine — and as our tongues entwined, the light in them gradually blurred. I simply savored the sensation of that soft, slippery warmth mingling sweetly in my mouth.

When I finally pulled my tongue back, a sticky strand of saliva stretched between her lips and mine, breathing ragged.

Her face flushed crimson as she gazed at me with aching tenderness.

"Don't worry, unnie. Think about what you'll buy me later, 'kay?"

"You really are... a perverted little brat, aren't you? Taking your first kiss like this... mmm..."

"Really? That was my first too! Hehe..."

"Ahh, you're SO cute, seriously!"

She ruffled my hair and drove off.

"See you again, Gwanghyeok! I'll text you!"

"Text me? Oh right! You never got my num... huh?"

Looking down at my phone, I found my contacts already updated.

Reina Crowley, 21 years old — ten years my junior.

I pocketed the phone and sprinted toward the campus.

An association staffer approached from the police-line-style fencing.

"Hey, kid! This area's off-limits! Where are your parents?"

"I'm a hunter. I came when I saw the news."

As they looked at the ID in my hand, the eyes of the surrounding staff dimmed slightly.

"Impressive... such ability at so young an age..."

"Still, be careful. There's a boss that came out of the gate up ahead."

'Works like a charm. To resist a C+ Rank illusion, you'd need to be at least a C-Rank hunter.'

"Thank you! Keep up the good work!"

Korea's rank distribution was nearly an inverted pyramid: F and E Ranks were the most common, A-Rank came next, and C and B Ranks were rare sights.

What's more, since most A-Ranks were frequently dispatched overseas or to the provinces — Korea simply lacked enough gates for them all — the odds of my skills failing or being countered by someone in Seoul were next to nothing for the time being.

'Not that this convenient era will last long...'

"Kyaaaaagh!"

Climbing the steps and following the road, I heard screams echoing from the campus in the distance.

A bipedal creature with a dog's snout covered in yellowish fur and a mane, clad in patchwork leather armor and brandishing a club, came lumbering along.

The beast was called a Gnoll.

I glanced at the female student.

Ugly. The gnoll, I mean.

Using Dream to blend my body's colors into the surrounding environment, I slipped past in camouflage — and the gnoll, blind to me, chased after the fleeing girl instead.

'If the campus entrance had some grass or trees around, I could've snuck past the ID check and everything with Dream... tsk.'

Using Dream for invisibility like in the original warped the surroundings a little at the edges.

In a flat, open space like the campus entrance with nothing to mimic, there weren't enough colors to copy, so the warping of the surroundings stood out more — making concealment hard.

Lost in thought as I ran, I found myself at the campus main building before I knew it.

"Grrrrr..."

"Krrrkkk..."

Two gnolls swept their gazes across the main building's windows as they approached.

I scooped up a stone at my feet and hurled it with full force.

The stone punched through the back of a gnoll's head and smashed out a window.

CRASH!

'The noise will draw the gnolls. Hopefully a whole lot of them — I need to stall the protagonist and the Shinhwa Guild crew, after all.'

I vaulted over the shattered glass doors and climbed the stairs.

Passing through the wide corridor, I stopped before a lecture hall door and sensed an unusual mana, distinct from the ordinary kind. Claw marks, nail gouges, and bite marks had raked the door's surface.

The ceiling nearby had collapsed in, exposing the floor above.

Broken furniture and debris lay scattered like makeshift walls.

'The ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠lecture hall where Im Yehwa is hiding with the other students... it's this one.'

After scouting the area, I quietly leaped through the hole in the ceiling and, hiding among the toppled furniture, watched the lecture hall below.

After a short wait, five figures — dressed like bank robbers in black skintight gear, armed with bulletproof vests and military equipment — approached the lecture hall door.

'Four of them are E-Rank at best, and the one up front is around C-Rank.'

The man at the front gave a hand signal, and while the other four kept watch, he attached something like a small box to the door.

With a beeping sound came a small explosion, and the door blasted inward into the lecture hall.

The crew entered.

Screams rang out from inside.

"Kyaaaaagh!"

"Wh-what's going ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠on!?"

"Somebody help us!"

"E-everyone, stay calm!"

Shadowing them discreetly, I slipped into the lecture hall.

The wide room was split into two camps locked in a standoff — the huddled college students and the armed villain crew.

In the instant four armed thugs held assault rifles trained on the students, a female student summoned a barrier of mana to shield them.

A bright beige bob cut falling just below her ears, soft, gently sloping eyes — and a chest bigger than her head.

Black stockings and a short shirt, offset by a pristine white off-shoulder blouse, set off the soft, lewd curves that stoked every lustful impulse.

It was the original novel's heroine, Im Yehwa.

'She really does look like a main heroine...! That obscene body! Kneading it must feel absolutely divine!'

I licked my lips, savoring the beauty of Im Yehwa as she glared down the men.

The man who appeared to be the leader stepped forward.

"Silence! We didn't come here to kill you. If the woman over there comes with us, we'll withdraw peacefully."

The man pointed at Im Yehwa, barrier raised.

"Come quietly. If you refuse..."

The men behind him racked their weapons, the metallic ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠clatter filling the lecture hall.

Behind Im Yehwa, terror-splotched ragged breathing and sobs rose in a chorus.

Im Yehwa squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them, as if hardening her resolve.

"No, Yehwa! If you go, you'll die!"

"What do you think you're doing?! Sit down!"

"I-I don't feel right just letting Yehwa go like this either..."

"Are you guys insane?! You'll get us all killed!"

A bespectacled co-ed rose beside her, shouting as if to shield Yehwa with her own body.

Anxious students, afraid of provoking the thugs, hurried to calm the glasses girl down.

Im Yehwa gave a small smile and soothed her.

"I'll be fine, Jia."

'Because of that explosion, even if we stay put, the beasts will eventually swarm into the lecture hall... Better to draw them away by fighting these guys somewhere else. It's fine! I can hold out until Taehyun gets here!'

"Very well. But in exchange, all of you walk ahead of me. Otherwise, I won't move."

"Fine. Follow us."

The thugs filed out of the lecture hall, and Im Yehwa followed.

Two of the thugs took up the rear, rifles trained on Im Yehwa as they matched stride behind the three in front — keeping watch so she couldn't try anything.

I followed them all, Dream still active.

When the thugs brought Im Yehwa to a large green room and opened the door, a massive auditorium came into view.

Across the theater-like expanse, on the central stage, a magic circle embroidered with intricate symbols spread wide.

Im Yehwa narrowed her eyes.

"...What is that?"

"Heh... you'll find out soon enough. Get in."

The thug leader stepped aside, rifles still trained on Im Yehwa from either side. She walked past him.

With full force, I hurled stones at the backs of the five heads watching her.

Of the four besides the leader, three took rocks to the back of the skull, blood and clear fluid dribbling out.

Seizing the gap, Im Yehwa unleashed a barrage of mana bolts at the remaining thugs.

"...!"

Rat-ta-tat-tang!

"Gahk!?"

"Gwaaagh!"

"You damn bitch!"

When one thug's gunfire was blocked by Im Yehwa's barrier, the leader drew a Western saber and hacked fiercely into the shield.

Mana laced with frigid cold raced along the saber's blade and wormed into the barrier; frost crept through the cracks and spread across its entire surface.

The barrier, frozen bone-white, shattered like glass.

The frost climbed Im Yehwa's arm all the way to her shoulder, and her breathing grew ragged.

KRAKOOM!

"Ugh!"

"Haha! Called for backup, did you!? Too bad — we came prepared for your special little ability, girl! Kneel and submit!!"

A military knife buried itself dead center in the leader's back.

His spine punctured, the leader toppled forward.

His face slammed into the sloped stage, breaking his nose in a gush of blood.

Thud!

"Guhak!? Where the hell—!?"

"What—!?"

Behind the stunned Im Yehwa, I dropped Dream and pressed a fingertip softly into her back.

The moment she whirled around in shock, I gathered my mana and unleashed Charm.

Deep pink mana flowed down my body and rippled outward toward her like a wave.

Her face beginning to burn, Im Yehwa hastily fired a mana bolt straight through me.

My form wavered like a mirage and scattered.

"Hah!?"

"Right here. Right here."

Soft.

Now panting hot breaths, Im Yehwa glanced around wildly.

Taking the opening, I seized her straining chest from behind and kneaded. Even through blouse and bra, the combination of softness and weight was inescapable — my fingers sank in and were swallowed whole.

Following pure instinct, I found the spots that would feel best and squeezed them in quick, short bursts.

"Hyaaang!?"

'Ohhh yes! THIS is it! This is what an incubus is! I can feel it instinctively — exactly how to caress a woman until she melts!'

Overwhelmed by pleasure she'd never felt in her life, Im Yehwa fumbled her incantation.

In that moment, I gave her springy ass a swift grope and cast Charm again.

Striking while her mental resistance was weakened by the ambush, I sent the heat of her arousal spiraling deeper into her body.

Under that short skirt, along the line of her thigh, a stain darker than the black of her stocking came into view.

Her arousal was seeping out like water.