The Vocalist of the Live House
"How about you lick my heels as a pledge of loyalty?"
"Yes!"
The man crawled over like a dog, knelt, and pressed his tongue against my shoes.
"Good boy. Alright, whenever I find a decent woman, I'll come back to have sex with you. You like that, don't you? If you behave, I might even put you inside a nice woman's body. Sounds good?"
"Yes, yes...! Understood."
His reaction felt a bit lackluster.
As if disappointed, I slammed my elbow into his chest.
"Ugh!"
The man looked like he was in considerable pain, but he couldn't even say a word and just endured it.
"Ah, by any chance, is this the woman you wanted to do it with?"
I asked, half-expecting the answer.
"Yes..."
"Is that so?"
I realized that the man named Minsu wasn't just fond of Lee Dasol; he was lusting after her.
I placed my hand on his shoulder in a seductive manner and leaned down.
"You want to do it with me?"
"Yes... Honestly, Dasol-sunbae is incredibly beautiful. I've imagined it dozens of times and taken care of it myself."
He said, stroking his own dick. He still had his pants down.
"Ahaha!"
The sight was so ridiculous that I let out a mocking laugh.
I could take any woman I wanted, whenever I wanted.
I had everything about this woman, Lee Dasol, in the palm of my hand.
And yet, this man was betting everything on my favor, just begging for a chance.
Yes, this is the terrifying, joyful, and wonderful part of possession.
I gathered my clothes. I buttoned my shirt back up and pulled my skirt up.
"Forget about that. Because I'm a virgin. No man's dick has ever dared to touch my pussy. Do you really think you'll be able to?"
"Please..."
The man groveled.
"Maybe a chance will come someday. Aim for the future."
I unlocked the lounge door and stepped out.
"Dasol? It sounded a bit noisy in there, was something wrong?"
"Oh, no. A bug popped out, and I was just a little startled. Minsu caught it for me, so I'm safe."
I lied smoothly. Minsu nodded along.
I waved at him with a natural smile. I sat down, finally relaxed my hold on the body, and let my soul slip out.
Minsu was staring at me as I emerged from Dasol's body. I left that behind and went on my way.
I think I caught a glimpse of Lee Dasol waking up and looking around in confusion, but I was too busy contemplating which woman to possess next to pay much attention.
"Who should I possess next?"
I muttered while floating through the sky.
Exploring the pleasures of the female body like this is fine, but I also had to consider what that man, Minsu, had said.
He assumed I had the ability to manipulate souls themselves, and I had lied to match that assumption.
If I had the power of possession, it wasn't entirely impossible to have such a technique. After all, it was a matter of the soul.
Where were the limits of my ability?
It couldn't just end with possessing women.
I could actually extract and read some of their memories.
But for now, that was all. It was just a level of mimicking habits and following the original owner's lead to some extent.
I felt the need to improve my possession ability.
"First, let's possess various women."
I made up my mind.
"If I'm going to do it, I should possess a body that has some special talent."
I guessed that if I used the abilities the original owner possessed, my spiritual power might increase.
I should head to a place with a high floating population. A place with many young people and a lively atmosphere.
I headed toward a famous bustling district.
It was noisy as ever.
There were quite a few beautiful women, but none that really caught my eye.
I wanted to enjoy myself with an interesting human, or at least in a unique place, but I didn't know where to go.
While I was wandering in search of something special...
Something went thump, thump.
It's funny to feel vibrations while in a soul state, but I felt it nonetheless.
It seemed to be coming from the basement of the building next to me.
I checked the building's sign. It read:
LIVE HOUSE
It was the interesting place I had been looking for.
I had some interest in bands. I'd been to a live house a few times, so it was something I was curious about.
"Bands are usually mostly men, aren't they?"
I was worried the live house today might be a sausage fest, but I headed into the basement anyway.
The interior was dark and narrow, as expected of a live house. It didn't seem very large.
People were bustling about on stage for rehearsals.
Sure enough, there were many male bands.
My ears were pleased, but I wanted something more enjoyable than that. Just as I was about to turn back, thinking today wasn't the day...
"Going in for the last one!"
Someone said in a bright, clear voice.
Short, dyed-yellow hair fluttered. A heart-patterned choker around her neck caught my eye.
The lighting was dim, but even under such lights, her features were distinct.
A woman strapped on a guitar and did a mic test.
Then, she grinned and signaled to her male colleagues behind her.
It was a band where the female vocalist and guitarist was the only woman.
The band's overall skill was just average, the kind you'd find in Hongdae indie bands.
Except for one thing.
The woman's tone was so good that for a moment, I mistook it for a famous pop song playing.
I had a gut feeling that this band, or at least this woman, would succeed.
The basis wasn't just her tone.
Her appearance was the same. To put it simply.
She was only wearing a T-shirt, and I could see her breasts bouncing with every movement.
Her face was one thing, but with such destructive tits, how could she not get scouted?
While I was watching in a daze, the guitar sound echoed with a boom.
"Good work."
The woman said, taking a drink of water.
She definitely qualified. She was a woman worthy of accepting my soul.
I followed them as they headed into the waiting room.
The waiting room was also on the small side. It was packed with the four band members inside.
But the atmosphere didn't seem very pleasant.
The woman just stared at her sheet music, while the men hesitated. It looked like they had something to say.
"Uh, about that scout offer we got?"
The drummer finally spoke first.
"Forget it. We agreed not to talk about that anymore."
The woman slammed the sheet music shut, looking annoyed.
"It's such a waste. The whole reason we're doing indie is to eventually debut..."
"Stop it. We haven't even been playing at live houses for that long, what debut?"
The woman looked at herself in the mirror, checking her makeup.
"We're still far from debuting. I told you, let's prepare diligently and think about it after we've built up our skills."
The woman said, taking out foundation and dabbing it on her cheeks.
"Focus on today for now! Got it?"
The woman said energetically, as if trying to change the mood.
"Yes, yes, we'll follow the leader's words."
The three men who appeared to be the other members sighed and nodded.
"Getting talk of a debut just because of a woman? It's a band with nothing special if you take her out, so of course you have to do as she says," I said.
It was a remark that might hurt their pride, but they couldn't hear me anyway, so what did it matter?
"Hey, guys! Can you help me move the equipment?"
"Yes!"
The men stood up in a rush.
"Ah, I'll go too."
The woman stood up as well.
"You just look at the sheet music. Don't mess up the lyrics again."
"What? I won't mess up anymore! That was just the rehearsal!"
The woman grumbled. Seeing this, they actually seemed to get along well.
Just like that, everyone left. The woman was left alone.
"Tch, I just need to not mess up in the actual performance."
The woman muttered while looking at the sheet music.
"Phew, anyway, everyone has improved a lot... I have to work harder too. So that when we reach a certain level, I can definitely debut with them. So I can show them... those people..."
She seemed to be making a vow to herself.
Setting that aside, I wanted to praise the male band members for making the excellent choice of leaving the woman alone.
"Hic...!"
In the waiting room where the woman was alone, she suddenly clutched her chest.
As if something that shouldn't be there was being forced into her body, she couldn't even scream and fell to her knees.
This time, she wasn't sleeping; she was in her right mind, so the original soul's resistance was intense.
Still, I ignored it and shoved my hand into her large breasts, stirring them around.
The desire to become her was enough.
"Ugh...!!! Kugh...!!!"
She collapsed backward.
This time, she didn't even say it hurt; she just fell over and started foaming at the mouth. Seeing such a beautiful woman roll her eyes back in agony up close, an even stronger desire welled up in me.
I wanted her even more.
"Kuh, kuh, kgh..."
I burrowed into her sticky soul and filled it with my own.
She trembled from head to toe, then finally stopped.
The moaning stopped.
She soon stood up.
She stood before the mirror and spoke.
Even objectively, she was a beauty. She was only wearing a simple pair of jeans and a T-shirt, but it was enough to accentuate her figure.
She toyed with the choker on her neck for a moment, then threw off her T-shirt.
"Crazy bitch, her tits are fucking huge, aren't they?"
I said with a smirk.
