I Got Possessed

"Uh, where am I?"

The panicked question slipped out in formal speech even though there was no one to address. Just before falling asleep, I had been lying on my bed in my own room. But the ceiling staring back at me now was completely unfamiliar.

Then I noticed a mirror in the corner of the room. Reflected in it was a face I knew all too well. My pupils trembled violently, and my hands began to shake as if I had been struck by lightning.

The face in the mirror was not Byeon Tae-sung's black-haired one. It was the living, breathing version of Arwen Reinhardt, the protagonist of Elysia Story—an illustration I had seen dozens, no, hundreds of times. A silver-haired pretty boy whose hair shone like the moon in the night sky stared back at me with his mouth hanging open. Any longer and drool would have started dripping from it.

"No way. This has to be a dream."

I walked up to the mirror and pinched both cheeks. Arwen's thin skin stretched out. The sensation told me clearly—this was no dream.

"Ow. F-fuck, don't tell me..."

I couldn't even finish the sentence. Being possessed into a fictional world, something that only ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠happened in novels or comics, had happened to me. I had been sucked into a shitty indie game—specifically, its adult-game version.

"What kind of patch did they even make?!"

I hadn't sent the developer a 5,700-character complaint. I had simply loved Elysia Story. Yet here I was, possessed anyway. Sure, everyone dreams of becoming the protagonist of their favorite game at least once, but I never wanted it to happen so suddenly like this.

Shouldn't I be happy that I got possessed into the adult version of a game I liked?

"Haha... I'm so screwed."

While playing the game, I had watched Arwen die countless times. Poisoning, monster attacks, dungeon traps—there were over a dozen different causes of death. Back then it had been fine. It was just a game. I could always reload from the last save. But now that game had become my reality.

If getting pinched already hurt this much, what would it feel like to have a spear ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠or sword run through my stomach? What if an enemy's fire magic blew my head apart? What if I fell into a poison swamp and my legs slowly melted away?

"Fuck, I don't even want to imagine it."

Maybe dying would end the possession, but I couldn't bet my life on something so uncertain.

"Goddamn it, what the hell am I supposed to do..."

While I was drowning in despair, I heard the door click open.

"You're awfully noisy this early in the morning."

A cold female voice reached my ears. The owner of the voice hadn't even bothered to knock before entering. It was a face as familiar as Arwen's—Cordelia Reinhardt, Arwen's half-sister, and now my half-sister after possessing his body.

Cordelia's appearance matched her illustration. Twin-tailed blonde hair cascading over both shoulders, a sharp face, and striking red lips. But something was different from what I remembered.

Her outfit.

The Cordelia I knew wore a typical European noble dress—those cumbersome, umbrella-like gowns. The one she wore now was anything but noble. The skirt barely reached her knees, revealing thick thighs, and a deep V-neck exposed her cleavage. Her level of exposure had increased dramatically.

Did they edit every single character illustration?

If so, the developer was seriously deranged.

How much do they love their own game?

While I was marveling at the developer's madness, Cordelia glared at me coldly as I stared at her.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Don't tell me you're staring at my chest."

"W-what?"

How the hell did she know?

Feeling like my perverted thoughts had been exposed, I stammered.

"Why are you so flustered? It makes it seem like it's actually true."

She sneered and slowly approached me.

"Hmph. As if you have the guts for that."

With her icy voice, Cordelia set the tray she was holding onto my bed. The liquid in the teacup splashed onto my pants, but she didn't care in the slightest.

"Arwen, it's your morning medicine. Drink it."

She spoke to her own brother as if she were feeding a dog.

"..."

"Hah, now you're not even answering."

My silent response seemed to have soured her mood.

"Whatever. Whether you take the medicine or not, it has nothing to do with me."

With that, Cordelia spun around, slammed the door shut with a bang, and left.

"Why does Mother make me bring him his medicine? She could just have a maid do it."

Her grumbling faded into the distance. I carefully looked at the teacup.

"So it's already started."

The game's story was already in motion. Arwen's journey in Elysia Story began with surviving in the mansion. The liquid in the cup wasn't medicine. It was poison—poured in by Isabel Reinhardt, Cordelia's biological mother and my stepmother, to make me ill.

According to the setting, Isabel had been feeding Arwen poison every morning for the past month in-game time. I remembered how, during my first playthrough, I had naively drunk the "medicine" every morning without question and gotten a game over.

"Screw you, Isabel."

After cursing her, I walked to the window and poured the poison out. Even though the original target had been Arwen, not me, Isabel was now my enemy.

The fortunate part was that, while I wasn't a regressor, I had played Elysia Story so many times that I might as well have been one. I never expected that spending an entire year obsessively playing it would come in handy like this. The patch might have changed some details, but I still knew ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the overall story flow.

"Damn it. Isabel, Cordelia? If you're confident, come at me. I'll fuck every last one of you."

Under the pleasant morning sunlight, I made that vow while feeling the reality of being alive. I would seize my own fate with my own hands. And to succeed, I needed power.

First, I need to check the status window.

Originally, pressing the O key would open it, but now that I was inside the game, there was no keyboard. There was only one method left.

With a sliver of hope, I quietly called out.

"Status window."

My guess was correct. A translucent holographic status window appeared in the empty air, accompanied by a printer-like whirring sound.

"Haha, nice!"

The status window was similar in structure to what I remembered, but there were a few differences. Most notably, one word that made my heart race had been added. Just hearing it was exciting—cock.

Beneath the name "Arwen Reinhardt," alongside height and weight, there was now a clear indicator for cock size.

"Yeah, this is how an adult game should be."

A satisfied smile spread across my face. In an adult game, what mattered more than the face was the size down there. If soldiers needed guns and bullets on the battlefield, then in an adult game, you needed a cock and semen.

I checked the power of the weapon I had been given.

"Let's see... what the fuck, 19 centimeters?"

I hurriedly undid my pants and confirmed it with my own eyes. Beneath my white underwear, a snake was coiled neatly. Its girth was enormous—far beyond any sundae from a snack shop. I wondered what it would look like when fully erect.

It was hard to imagine. Even in my Byeon Tae-sung days, thanks to my father's AV actor blood, I hadn't been small down there, but this was on another level.

"No wonder it felt heavy when I walked."

I wasn't sure if Arwen had originally been well-endowed or if the patch had increased the size, but either way, it didn't matter. I happily fastened my pants again. My heart felt as full as if I'd eaten a holiday feast prepared by my grandmother.

I continued examining the status window. Next were the traits.

[Adult Game Protagonist <SS Rank>]

[Blessing of Sword Saint Reinhardt ]

As the ranks indicated, traits were the most important element in Elysia Story. A person's abilities varied wildly depending on what traits they possessed. Traits could be inherited through family bloodlines, obtained as dungeon clear rewards, or acquired through various other means.

[Adult Game Protagonist <SS Rank>]

▶ Potency stat increases more easily.

▶ Acquire protagonist-exclusive traits and skills based on the Potency stat.

▶ Increases the chance that the opposite sex will feel favorable toward you.

▶ Increases the chance that the opposite sex will be persuaded by you.

▶ Increases the opposite sex's sensitivity during sex with you.

"As expected, this changed too."

The original name of the trait had simply been [Hero]. It had allowed the player to grow at an incomparable speed so they could clear the game. But now that the genre had changed, so had the trait.

"The growth bonuses for Strength, Agility, and Intelligence are gone."

Instead, the new stat—Potency—had taken their place. It seemed that raising the Potency stat would grant exclusive traits and skills. The remaining three lines were, as expected from an adult game, corrections related to the opposite sex.

Through the changed trait, the developer seemed to be saying: Try surviving with just your cock.

"Actually, I like that. I'll enjoy it to the fullest."

Elysia Story was filled with countless female characters. When it wasn't an adult game, they had only been illustrations to jerk off to. But now it was different. Possessed into the adult version, I could interact with them directly using the cock twitching beneath my underwear.

"The best kind of interaction is sex. Sex. Ah, I really want to have sex right now."

Like a middle-school boy just discovering his sexuality, I muttered about sex while checking the final trait.

[Blessing of Sword Saint Reinhardt ]

▶ Makes it easier to learn the Reinhardt family's secret swordsmanship.

▶ Makes it easier to raise the Strength stat.

▶ Increases resistance to poison.

"Good, at least this one stayed the same."

As the name suggested, it was the unique trait possessed by members of the Reinhardt family. Swordsmanship and Strength bonuses, plus poison resistance on top.

"Without this, Arwen would've died to their poison long ago."

Even if the genre had changed, monsters and dungeons still existed, so every means of growing stronger was welcome.

Finally, the skill window was empty.

"I'll just fill it up one by one."

Once I finished checking everything, the status window disappeared on its own. It seemed to have read my intention to close it. Very convenient.

"Mmm~ I'm tired..."

I stretched my arms upward and let out a big yawn. Receiving so much information at once had left me exhausted.

"But there's no time to rest."

Five days from now, the first branching event of Elysia Story would occur in the mansion.

"Masha's attack... This won't be easy."

The first boss fight—Masha Valeri, the female knight Isabel had brought in as both her bodyguard and my swordsmanship instructor.

"Haa... That leech of a woman."

Calling her a leech was already a massive understatement, considering how many times she had caused me game overs.

At the same time, cold sweat formed on the back of my bony hand. Masha, who had been second in the Academy, was strong. If I didn't make good use of the remaining week, a game over at her hands was practically guaranteed. And a game over meant my body being torn apart by her sword.

"Fuck, that's not happening."

Whether I returned to my original world or adapted and lived here to the end, I first needed to keep my head attached. I didn't want to just die. That was why I desperately needed quests.

"The first quest should arrive soon."

Quests were the trials the developer gave the player. But most early-game quests were less about hardship and more about helping the player grow. The first quest I remembered from Elysia Story was simple bodyweight exercise—a very easy quest that hinted at how to raise stats through training.

"Alright, let's loosen up my body."

I carefully moved Arwen's emaciated frame. As expected, after drinking poison every morning for a month, his body was wrecked. Even at an age when he should have been in full ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bloom of youth, his knees and back creaked.

"Huff, huff, this is bad. How am I supposed to have sex like this?"

My legs trembled, and my back hunched over on its own. Just waving my limbs around had left me breathless, and my anger rose along with it.

"Trying to kill their own family... These bastards. Don't worry, Arwen. I'll get revenge with your cock."

While I was vowing to take sexual revenge on Isabel and Cordelia, a familiar ding echoed in my head.

"Finally!"

At the same time, a translucent quest window popped up in the air, just like the status window. With a joyful heart, I read the name of the quest that appeared before me. My pupils trembled so hard they began to vibrate.

"What the fuck is this?"