Why Go Back? Gonna Bang a Ton of Women Here
Why the hell would I go back? I'm gonna fuck a bunch of chicks here lol.
Momchang life. That's the internet term for me. Stretch it out a bit, and it's a thirty-year-old high-school dropout, jobless virgin rotting in a one-room dump.
Orphaned without parents, a total outcast from birth. Life after leaving the orphanage was a nonstop war. Dreams? Youth? Sure, there was a time I daydreamed about that shit. But no girl ever fell for a mediocre-looking loser with zero future. Job interviews at small companies? Rejected every damn time.
In the end, I scraped by on daily construction gigs just to eat. No work? Water filled my gut. They say hard work conquers all—bullshit. Not everyone's effort starts on equal footing.
By the time my youth was spent, all that remained was emptiness. No dreams, no drive to try anymore. I just existed, pointlessly. My one escape? Web novels. Diving into those daily updates let me forget the grim reality and chuckle like an idiot.
Just like the clichés in those stories, I half-jokingly wished I could possess a novel character. So I fired off a feedback email to the author—5,700 characters of brutal critique, hammered out in rage.
"Fuck... this is real?"
I'd actually possessed the web novel world. Guess my email really pissed off the author.
Staring dumbfounded at the unfamiliar ceiling, a message popped up in midair.
You think you're so great? Then do it yourself. If you defeat the Demon King, I'll think about sending you home lol. Good luck.
Reading that, I burst out laughing. "Puhahaha!"
Thanks, God. For letting me possess this body. Sorry, but I've got zero interest in going back to momchang hell.
Demon King conquest? Fuck that. I'm building my own harem kingdom and living like a king till I drop.
This world I possessed runs on magic, not science. And I know all the colorful spells from the novel.
For starters, I know exactly where a forbidden grimoire that controls minds is buried.
I quickly sized up the situation. This was the Tower of Balance. A magic academy and research hub teaching foundational spells across elements. All students here are adults—think college back home. Except classes are fixed like high school.
The body I possessed is named Leon. Son of a merchant from another continent, sent here to study abroad. But Leon himself never wanted it. No interest in magic, and even in his second year, he couldn't cast shit properly. Invisible in class, always slumped asleep in the corner.
Peeking into the classroom, most kids didn't even realize I was in their class. Lucky break: no one suspects I'm not the real Leon. Plus, allowance from home was plenty generous.
Situation grasped. Time to kick off my plan: assemble loyal servants who worship me.
First stop: a remote rural village on the empire's outskirts. Snagged the forbidden grimoire hidden in the basement of an abandoned house.
It's the spellbook once used by the cult leader who unified the continent. Filled with mind-interference magic— all branded forbidden in modern times for their danger. Caught using one? Lifetime rotting in an imperial dungeon.
But these are ancient spells from before standardized chants. No structured incantations; raw mana does the work directly.
Brainwashing Magic infuses words with mana for subtle persuasion. Charm Magic laces your scent with mana to breed affection. Bypasses modern systems, so unless it's a special artifact, no one detects it.
Bonus: these spells grow stronger with more followers.
I grabbed the grimoire and memorized the essentials right away. Possession perk? Unknown script read like my native tongue.
To build my harem kingdom, I need devoted minions. First target: my classmate Lina.
I dosed her with Sleep Magic whenever possible. Slipped mana-laced food on her desk. Infused her stuff to let it seep in slowly.
Once it hit critical mass, she'd crash into deep sleep. That's when I'd sneak into her room and grope her dreaming body everywhere.
Brainwashing Magic would've been direct—force obedience. But it only works on conscious targets. And spamming it risks alerting her.
So I went subtle. Soaked her worn panties in Charm Magic. Draped them over her nose while ravishing her soaked body.
Her nipples were ultra-sensitive. Teasing them lightly made her heat up fast, breaths ragged. The more aroused, the deeper she inhaled the charmed panties' scent.
Over time, my scent alone would make her drip. And arousal would Pavlov her back to me.
But this method has limits. Dosing Sleep Magic covertly takes forever. Progress crawls. And mere horniness won't ensure obedience.
Once trained to a point, escalate: cling close, pump her full of Sleep and Brainwashing Magic, cram twisted common sense into her skull.
How? Become her boyfriend.
Chose Lina first for this. High odds she'll accept a confession. She's a loner—no real friends. Girls in class subtly bully her.
That isolation means she'll swallow unfamiliar kindness without suspicion. And crucially... How the fuck do you hold back with a gloomy big-tits girl right there?
She always hides behind her bangs, but she's cute up close. Fix her up, she'd be top-tier. Plus, warm-hearted—big tits.
Probably why the girls envy her. AV idol-level rack. Bet fitting bras are a nightmare.
Never even chatted with guys much. A confession? She'll be flustered—first one ever. But my training means subconscious affection hits. (Really just arousal.)
Push while she's panicking, and she'll cave on impulse.
Then dates let me stick tight, brainwashing her innocent self to my taste.
Ironclad plan. First training might end anticlimactically. Gotta brainstorm fun orders for my obedient girlfriend-to-be.
Perfect, right?
Then she walked into class. I blurted, "Lina, go out with me."
"N-No... I don't wanna..."
Shot down cold. What?
Training incomplete? Nah, it worked. Her averted gaze flushed red. She unconsciously sniffed my scent.
Yet she refused? "Why...? What's the problem?"
Lina fidgeted, eyes darting. "Your eyes... you've been staring at... my chest..."
Ah.
Only then did Leon realize he'd been talking to her tits, not her face.
Damn. Didn't notice.
She shielded them, creeped out by my blatant stare. But this ain't my fault. Her slutty jugs tempted me first.
"Wait. It's not what you think."
"It's... okay... I'm used to it..."
Overconfident from the Charm Magic. Rushing confession from jump? Amateur mistake. Not 'cause I'm a virgin—no experience there!
"Jumping straight to dating feels off, huh?"
"..."
"How about friends first?"
"Friends...?"
"We barely know each other. Let's spend time learning about one another."
"Friends... sounds good..."
Jackpot! No need for boyfriend label. Friends lets me cling naturally. Plenty of chances to mush her soft, innocent brain.
"Sweet. Looking forward to it, Lina!"
"Yeah... but..."
"Hm?"
"I... don't know you..."
Ugh, frustrating. First training order: fix that stutter.
"Leon. My name's Leon."
"Okay..."
"Class ends today—wanna hit the city?"
"Yeah... sure..."
Perfect. Close-contact training with the gloomy big-tits girl begins now.
Thinking about legally kneading those soft tits? Already thrilling.