Why Not Try Possession Once?
Somehow, don't you just want to give it a try? In short, I'm dead. Or more precisely, as good as dead. To put it simply, I got hit by a truck. I almost wished it had been one of those isekai reincarnations, but no such luck. Instead, I'm lying in a hospital bed as a vegetable. Right now, I'm a ghost—a wandering soul drifting through the afterlife.
I didn't have much attachment to this world, so I had no idea why I became a ghost. I figured I'd just float around aimlessly until it was time to move on to the next plane. But here's the thing. In a situation like this, don't you kind of want to try it at least once? Possession?
Thinking about it, it's only natural. I've gone to the trouble of becoming a ghost—there's no way I wouldn't test it out. Becoming the body of some nameless beauty and indulging in all sorts of filthy pleasures? That's just basic male instinct, right? Sure, possession stories are a love-it-or-hate-it genre, but I'm all in. Screw the chit-chat—bottom line, sadly, it was a failure.
No matter how hard I tried with decent-looking women, it felt like slamming into an invisible wall. I couldn't possess them at all. Same deal with trying to slip back into my own body—a transparent barrier bounced me right off. So there I was, dejected, drifting through the ghost life for what felt like ages. My sense of existence was starting to fade when something clicked.
'Why was I trying to possess healthy women walking around just fine?'
I'm not a living soul anymore. A dead one forcing its way into a living body? Of course it'd resist fiercely. That didn't explain why I couldn't return to my own body, but it was the most plausible reason for now. So, I needed a body on the verge of death. No way in hell was I possessing some grandma. As I pondered my options, a loud noise shattered the silence.
"Waaaaaah!!!"
It was a scream-like wail. Even at dawn, that decibel level would've woken the whole neighborhood.
"Someone's crying like the world's ending," I muttered to myself. Of course, the living couldn't hear me.
"Hic... sob..."
I floated over and saw a woman bawling her eyes out. Even after being a ghost for so long, this was a first—pretty intriguing. Curiosity piqued, I stuck around.
"Huuuuh... ugh..."
"Oh? Collapsing right there on the park bench to sleep it off."
She'd cried herself out until exhaustion took over and she slumped down. Rather than worry or pity, a lewd urge surged up first.
"Someone like her... I could probably possess her, right?"
My nonexistent heart pounded. I glided silently beside her and overlapped our forms.
"Ugh, still getting repelled. But it's different—weaker, softer."
I wrapped around her like embracing her fully. Slowly, my soul sank into her body like quicksand. I could feel the shape of her form. I strained to fill every corner, like pouring thick honey through a funnel into a bottle. My sticky soul oozed in.
"Uuuuh..."
She seemed to sense something. But I couldn't stop now—this was my dream. Just cooperate a little, mystery sis.
"Uuuu... it hurts... huuuh... hurts... something's... coming in... ugh..."
She groaned, but I shoved my way deeper. Suddenly, a light appeared. A fierce desire hit me—I had to devour it. I swam through raging waves and swallowed it whole. Then, I opened the eyes of the living once more.
"Yes! I... haaah... hah..."
Did it work? But something felt off...
"This is... a hangover..."
The joy of finally achieving my dream possession lasted only a moment before I collapsed again. But the expression on my face as I fell was definitely bright.
*
"Ugh... my head..."
'This the park from last night?'
I looked down. Two perky curves slightly blocked my view, and below them, pale white legs stretched out.
"A skirt—I'm wearing a skirt, right?"
Glancing lower, bulging breasts came into sight.
"Oh... heh heh... a woman's body... I did it..."
My heart raced. I stroked my arms and legs wildly. The subtle softness was nothing like a man's.
"Where am I? That park from yesterday?"
Looking around, people were staring at me.
"!"
"Right, gotta be careful. Figure out how I got in first. Mess up and get kicked out—who knows when I'll find another body like this."
I nodded and stood up casually, like nothing happened.
"First, somewhere quiet. Best spot's probably this woman's place. Where's it at?"
I checked my pockets. Empty. 'Purse, then.'
I spotted the handbag on the ground. No one stole it—Korean civic pride, I guess.
I pulled out the smartphone and turned it on. Old model, pre-iPhone 1 specs. Unlocked it easily with fingerprint.
"Huuuh!"
I was overcome with emotion for a second.
"Unlocking a woman's phone this easily. And look at these fingers—pretty, even without nails. Well-maintained."
I grinned dopily at them.
"No, no—home first. Hmm, she saved her address in the maps app! Smart girl! Haha!"
"Oops."
A murmur nearby. Guess I laughed too weirdly. Feeling eyes on me, I hurried to stand.
"Whoa!"
Heeled shoes made me stumble. First time feeling ground under living feet in ages, and heels? No way I'd be used to them. Nearly toppled over. Ditch the shoes? Nah, might look weirder. They weren't sky-high, so I wobbled along as naturally as possible.
*
"Subway's pretty much the same as when I was alive."
She seemed like an ordinary office worker. I checked the handbag: basic makeup, wet wipes, hand mirror. Peeking in the mirror, she was cute—prettier than expected. Score!
And these adorable tits right in front of me. Suit skirt combo—pretty stimulating. No clue how long I'd been a ghost, but zero self-relief meant I was backed up big time. Even this plain skirt felt like lingerie right now.
Time to get off. Click-clack. That's me. Heart pounding. Such a weird sound. Swollen with excitement, I headed to an apartment—basic one-room district. Used the keycard from her wallet to open the door.
First woman's room I'd entered. Expectations high, but totally ordinary. Though the scent was definitely feminine. Spotting the diffuser in the corner confirmed it. Clean, tidy—evidence of a diligent life.
'Whatever, doesn't matter. The real prize is this!'
"Full-length mirror! Women keep these at home, huh."
First time speaking out loud—high-pitched woman's voice.
"Ah! Aah!"
I hummed a tune.
"Amazing. This sweet voice coming out on command. Heh heh. Putting a huge mirror in a tiny room—works for me."
I stood before it. Finally, taking in the woman I'd possessed, slowly. Deep breath. The air tasted sweet.
"Ah, so pretty."
I caressed her face. Cute features on a beauty. No makeup, and still this good? Made up, she'd be stunning. Mid-to-late 20s, maybe. Voice a bit higher than average. Even casual speech like mine sounded high-toned—must get compliments on how cute it is.
"And this suit look rocks! Bare legs are a bummer, though."
I prefer stockings, so slight disappointment. But in this moment, fantasies like that were a luxury.
"Next up!"
I grabbed her breasts.
"Hng...!"
"Feels... not great. Just the bra. But this is a woman's bra, huh? Wild."
I unbuttoned the blouse one by one. Pale skin emerged. Pink bra with lacy frills—flashy.
"Whoa... this sis is bold."
I swallowed hard.
"Panties too?"
No hesitation—I hiked up the skirt. Lifting it toward the mirror looked straight-up slutty. My doing, of course.
"Whoa, matching set?"
I stared blankly at the panties.
"Mind if I touch for a sec?"
I muttered my delusions in her voice. Way hotter that way. The voice itself was arousal fuel.
I stroked the mound over the pink triangle panties.
"Not super pleasurable, but exciting in its own way. Feeling my own crotch as nothing but smooth skin, with my own senses."
I closed my eyes briefly.
"Shall we? That!"
I grinned wide and leaned close to the mirror. Wanted to see a woman say it.
"Masturbation."