Possession and Sexual Relief
"Hey… want me to handle your sexual relief?"
That was the first thing my twin sister said to me, one hour after I possessed this body.
A stranger stared back from the bathroom mirror.
He was better-looking than the original me — not quite idol-tier, but handsome enough that people would say so out loud. The face looked gentle; the body beneath it was anything but. Thick, corded muscle packed his frame. The owner of this body had clearly loved working out.
I went to take a piss and forgot the whole idea the second my cock swung free. One glance was enough to know it was no ordinary size. I stared in open admiration at a dick I had only ever seen in porn.
"Hey."
A blunt voice greeted me the moment I returned to the hospital room. A girl with short light-purple hair — this body's twin sister, Kim Chaerin.
She was peeling an apple on the caregiver's cot.
"What took you so long in the bathroom?"
She grumbled while she worked, and even the side of her face was pretty. Under the snappish tone I could hear the worry she was trying to hide. They must have been close siblings.
"Sorry I'm la—"
"What are you talking about. Speak casually like always."
Chaerin scolded me and pushed a slice of apple straight into my mouth.
"Open up. I always fed you like this."
Having a pretty girl put food in my mouth was a first. I fumbled for a second. Was this just how affectionate siblings acted?
I opened my mouth and took the apple. The corner of Chaerin's lips curved up, just a little. She wiggled her toes, pleased, and it was unfairly cute.
I, on the other hand, sat there awkward as hell simply because I was in a room with a pretty girl.
Chaerin fed me the rest of the apple piece by piece, then stood.
"You're getting discharged today, so change and wait. And watch out for women."
Watch out for women? What was that supposed to mean?
She was out the door before I could ask.
With nothing better to do, I changed into ordinary clothes and checked the mirror again. Possessing someone else's body like something out of a comic still didn't feel real.
From what the doctor and Chaerin had said, the original owner had been in a traffic accident and gone under the knife for brain surgery. My best guess was that he had died in the crash, and I had somehow slipped into the empty body by chance.
Still — discharging someone the day after brain surgery?
I was turning that over when someone knocked and came in.
"Sihyuk!"
My breath caught. A blonde beauty so unreal she barely belonged in the same dimension stood right in front of me. Her long, full hair swayed; emerald eyes, clear as gemstones, were wet with worry and relief.
Idol-level, easily. How the hell had the original owner even known a girl like this?
"I heard you woke up. Are you okay? Does anything hurt?"
She reached for me, flinched, and pulled her hand back.
"Who… are you?"
Amnesia made a perfect shield. At the word, shock flickered across her face. She worked her lips soundlessly for a moment, then clenched her fist as if steeling herself.
"I'm Han Subin. Don't you remember? We were… really close. Childhood friends."
Childhood friends. Right before she said it, her eyes trembled, just a little.
"We played together forever, ate together…"
When I stayed silent, she grew restless and dug through her phone gallery, nearly dropping the thing in her hurry. It was clumsy and oddly endearing.
"Ah — found it!"
The screen she shoved toward me showed a younger version of this face and hers in school uniforms, arms around each other's shoulders, eating ice cream in a park — all the easy closeness of people who had known each other forever. There were elementary-school photos too. The childhood-friend claim, at least, looked real.
"Uh… nice to meet you…?"
I had no idea what else to say. Subin bit down hard on her lip, looking devastated. The sight punched straight through my protective instincts. A beauty I never would have dared meet eyes with in my old life was hanging on my every reaction, ready to laugh or cry.
"We can just get close again. Nice to meet you. No — nice to meet you."
I held out my hand. Subin shook it with shining eyes, clearly moved.
"Yeah…!"
She looked like the heroine of a romance movie starting over from scratch with her amnesiac boyfriend. I felt a little flutter myself.
Subin sat on the bed with me and walked me through everything I had supposedly liked and hated — food, movies, books. I pretended to listen while I studied her face. She barely looked made up, yet her skin was so clear and porcelain-smooth it was almost unreal.
She noticed me staring and flustered.
"Is there something on my face?"
She started to hide it; I stopped her in a hurry.
"It's nothing."
A beauty like this for a childhood friend, a pretty twin sister on top of that — just how lucky had the original owner been?
Ah. I was the lucky one now, wasn't I?
The door opened again and Chaerin came in. The moment she spotted Subin, her brows drew together.
"Han Subin? What are you doing here?"
"I heard Sihyuk woke up…"
"I'll take care of him. You can go now. He's tired."
Chaerin planted herself between us with zero subtlety, bristling like a cat whose territory had been invaded.
The weird current running between the two of them left me lost. Anyone watching would have thought they were fighting over a guy. I sat frozen until Chaerin grabbed my arm and pulled me up.
"We're going home. I already picked up your meds."
"Ah — yeah. See you later, Subin."
"Take care of yourself. I'll text you!"
Subin fidgeted with her hands, reluctant to let us leave.
The whole way down the hospital corridor, nurses stared at me without even trying to hide it. This face wasn't that handsome. Why the hell were they looking?
It wasn't just the nurses. Patients in the hallway watched me too — little girls, beauties my age, mature older sisters, ajummas here with their daughters, even frail grandmothers. Every last one of them had their eyes on me.
What was going on? I felt like I was missing something huge. I stepped outside the hospital before I could name it.
Chaerin offered no explanation, as if none of this was strange at all.
The staring — or at least the sidelong glances — followed us out of the hospital. In the taxi, the middle-aged woman driver checked me out in the rearview mirror.
"Aigoo, young man. That face is glowing. And that body, too."
Being complimented like that by an ajumma was a first. I froze for a second.
"Ah — thank you…"
"Could you drive, please?"
Chaerin cut the driver off in a cold voice before I could say anything else.
That uncanny sense that the entire world was revolving around me. It felt like a dream.
Strangely, it wasn't unpleasant. My mind was tight with tension, but my body was fine. More than fine — it felt good.
The place we arrived at was a semi-basement. A narrow, worn living room; one bedroom with two mattresses. That was the whole apartment.
"Your phone's on the desk. I charged it."
Chaerin disappeared into the bathroom to shower. I powered on the phone. Same model as the one I used to own, more or less.
I unlocked it with the fingerprint sensor, connected to Wi-Fi — and the phone locked up. Now what?
A short buzz, then a message.
I checked the sender. The name was… Wallet3?
I never even got to open what Wallet3 had written before another message hit. No — not one.
The phone screamed under a waterfall of notifications. Dozens, hundreds of messages and missed calls. SNS DMs poured in without end.
The contents were all over the place. How are you, how's your body, I heard about the accident are you okay, don't die, okay I'm just saying it now I like you, want me to buy you drinks, give me your dick before you die, I'll die with you, nude selfies of women, masturbation videos…
I managed to scroll and the senders' names came into focus.
"Huh."
Wallet1, Wallet2, Wallet3, Wallet4… I lost count of how many Wallets there were. A few contacts were ordinary human names.
Nearly all of them seemed to be women. Reading their messages, I felt the corner of my mouth twitch.
So the original Sihyuk had been the kind of guy who lived off women — a male escort, basically.
Did that mean I could live like that too?
It took a full five minutes for the backlog to finish dumping and the phone to finally go quiet.
I was still staring at the messages, trying to decide who deserved a reply, when Chaerin stepped out of the shower and came straight toward me.
"Did you unlock the phone?"
A sweet scent hit me and my brain short-circuited. Fresh-from-the-shower Chaerin — wet soap, the young smell of her skin, all of it tangled into something dangerously inviting.
She leaned in and her thin white T-shirt gaped open. A flash of pale skin and the valley between her breasts seized my vision.
That alone would have been enough.
It was more than enough. It was too much. The unguarded scent and sight of a girl I never would have dared imagine in my old life. My body answered with brutal honesty.
I felt the blood rush south in vivid detail. Before I could stop it, my cock swelled hard and shoved the front of my pants up like a tent.
"Uh…?"
Chaerin's gaze dropped between my thighs, to the thing trying to punch through the fabric. Her eyes wavered. The soft pink in her cheeks ignited into the deep red of a ripe peach.
"Uh? You — wh-what is that?"
Damn it.
The dick was so big that the second it got hard the pants jumped, and Chaerin had seen everything.
My mind blanked. How the hell was I supposed to explain this? I was about to look like the psycho who got hard in front of his twin sister.
"Look, this isn't — I didn't mean to get it up, I just…"
The pathetic excuse tumbled out. Chaerin didn't seem to be listening. Her eyes stayed locked on my erection.
She swallowed hard. I saw her throat move, clear as day.
And at last, flushed with embarrassment, Chaerin asked:
"Hey… want me to handle your sexual relief?"
What?
