Possessed into Hardcore Gangbang Mode

"Nngaaah!"

I got isekai'd like a total dog. No one said anything about possessing into super hardcore gangbang mode!

When I hit new game and woke up in this familiar rundown villa studio apartment, my heart dropped straight to my stomach. That's when I realized I'd possessed the heroine of Onahole Climbs the Tower!—OnaTop for short—the virgin-clear hentai game.

"Haa..."

Cliché line, but screw it. I'm fucked. No, my pussy's fucked.

Back in the day, at least you got a reincarnation truck... Now it's just a random TS beam out of nowhere? Way shittier than some dark fantasy box trap.

Instead of chilling in a harem story, I get tossed into a heroine-corruption hentai game. And not one of those fake hentai wrappers that secretly turns into a wholesome romance romp with the cast—no! A real-deal hentai that even proper pervs don't know exists!

Is this punishment for all the gangbang playthroughs I did with countless heroine builds? Wanna experience it yourself, huh? Is this hell?

The beauty staring back from the mirror was breathtaking, but I couldn't be happy about it. That perfect figure was designed to slake every dick's filthy lust in this game. Of course it turns heads. Look at this body. A walking onahole.

The problem? It's mine.

I zoned out for a while, struck by the gut punch of my pathetic—no, my lewd fate.

Even normal mode made it hell to stay a virgin and clear the game. But now? Hardcore ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Tacheon mode new game. Turning into the world's ultimate cumdump is easier than twisting a kid's wrist!!

"Ughhh. Ahhh!"

I rolled around. Glorp.

My stomach growled. Sure, I fantasized about holing up in this room till everyone forgot me and I starved in peace. But nah—now that I'm the heroine, I still gotta eat, sleep, and shit to survive.

First, fill the belly.

This world's gotta have people. Play it safe, what's the worst that happens?

I'd survived the first day on tap water, but that's tapped out now. No contacts on the smartphone, no parents. Just messages from Landlord Kim nagging about rent.

That's the whole setup, huh.

What kinda hentai heroine has real friends, family? Gotta start isolated so the dogpile gangbangs hit harder.

Talking like it's someone else's story, but now it's mine, and it sinks my mood. Screwed. Totally screwed.

But gotta do what I gotta. I grabbed a tape measure and checked my measurements. Top bust 101cm, under 68cm. Breezes past K-cup. Tits bigger than my head... but the numbers weren't as wild as I thought. Cup size's the difference, after all.

So... Han Seola's got a 60cm (24-inch) waist, tiny lower body, but massive rack. This cheat-code physique isn't just top-heavy.

"Hips 109cm..."

For real? Losing my dick overnight was shocking, but this? A mid-160cm girl with hips bigger than my guy-days ass.

And the shape—flawless, round apple hips like she'd never sat on a chair.

"..."

Can't be thrilled in this mess, but better than ugly reincarnation. Kinda happy on that front.

Problem: Stepping out like this? 80% chance of harassment. Me—a guy—harassed by guys.

──Wait, am I a girl now? Anyway, with my game knowledge, caution's key.

Back when gangbangs kicked off, I'd strip in the equipment menu first, hit "Lust Level 80+ Required to Undress", then charge a hobo to lose my V-card—in-game!—!!

Now I carefully pick cover-up clothes. Hoodie, jeans... even jammed on a hat.

Trying to hide the eye-catching silver hair, but pointless. Tits bigger than my head made zipping hell, ended up looking like I stuffed ten buns and rolled newspapers in my torso. Unnatural as fuck.

"No cash?"

Wallet empty. Thought I'd have triangle kimbap money at least. Broke AF. Bank account zero...

"Fuck..."

What now? Brain blanked. Broke-ass me back home would've begged Mom for food, scratched my belly full. But Han Seola? Broke and total ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠orphan.

I shitposted on the chan like old times. No replies.

.... Begging on the chan? Best I could think of...

"Hey!"

Someone pounded the door.

"Yes?"

Forgot the chain, flung it wide. Fine as a guy, but post-open, slight panic.

"It's your landlord. Keep the noise down?"

"Ah..."

Landlord Kim. 50s, pot-bellied next-door uncle.

"Sorry."

Remembered my freakout, bowed.

"Tits and ass all grown up like that, and you pull this shit? Naughty girl."

.... Words fail for what just happened. This for real?

"What, shocked? I said your tits are huge. Got a problem?"

"No..."

What to say? Reality hitting like this—shock faded quick. Hentai logic: Shit like this happens! Brainless harassment! NPC hearts floating, whatever.

"I'll be quiet. No complaints..."

"Shaking those massive tits around a multi-family house? Nuisance, y'know?"

"Sorry..."

"Say sorry for shaking your huge tits around."

"..."

Call the cops? Nah—pointless. Just more harassment uncles. Gotta laugh this off.

"Yeah, uh... I'll head out."

As he turned, uncle grabbed my arm. Shocked. Pre-awakening, but guy-girl strength gap hits hard. Can't move, breath catches.

"Eek!"

"Apologize proper, missy. What kinda upbringing? Tits worth two servings. Damn..."

Before neighbors piled out from the noise, I had to speak. Usual hentai shit... even slurped it up tasty back then. Now my turn? Face burns.

Fuck...

"S-sorry for shaking my huge tits around."

"Multi-family places hate noise. Mind those tits, stay quiet. Got it?"

"Yes..."

Short but eternal humiliation. Cheeks blazing, pissed, embarrassed, powerless... Can't admit ex-guy me turned groveling just 'cause ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠he's bigger/stronger. Head hot.

As his hand slipped off...

Glorp. Gut growled like a beggar.

"Uh, uncle."

"Yeah?"

"Gimme 3,000 won?"

Landlord Kim eyed me surprised, then like he got it...

"Open wide."

Hugged me. Instant kiss.

???

"Mmph. Mmmph."

Lips met. Realized surprise kiss event too late—tongue already sucked.

"Churp. Chuuuurp. Stay still, missy!"

"Mmmph! Mmph!"

Crushed in hug, mouth ravaged every way.

"From move-in, looking like such a slut...!"

Forced kiss to fishy body critique, twisting waist does shit. Smooch smooch smooch—tons later, he hands me 3,000 won.

"..."

"Here. Take it."

"..."

Too absurd for anger.

"Ughhh."

Back in room, dry-heaved over toilet. Powerless kiss, lost something precious... Distance from old guy-me... Emotions swirled, indescribable.

"Urk. Uweeech."

Wish I could puke clean, but empty stomach.

"..."

Idk what I'm saying anymore. Am I crazy, or this world? Only vent spot: Tower chan, the game's main community.

Fucking assholes. Thought I'd test if everyone's like that uncle. Useless.

Clutched the crumpled 3k bill, headed to convenience store. Bought triangle kimbaps, ate—stares prickled. No further contact. Harassment events ain't constant...

What now?

Easy path exists, but no way. Virgin clear. In this bullshit world, virgin clear again or bust.

Fucking pricks. Knew they wouldn't believe.

My last post hit the featured shitlist, earning me "TowerClimberGirl".

Monster list?

Gonna get railed? Fuck no. I virgin-cleared once—ain't losing to 1F goblins!

This... fuck. Can't win with words—feeds the fire.

Fine, virgin clear outta spite.

Searched hunter registration process.