Possessing My One-Sided Crush
With the resolve to find her no matter what, I made my way to my alma mater. She was a junior quite a bit younger than me, so she should still be in college.
"She's probably around her final semester now... though she might've already graduated."
I circled the Humanities Building a few times where the English department classes were held, but honestly, the odds of finding her in this massive campus were slim to none.
"Ha, no luck? Oh well, maybe I'll just hit up the dance department or..."
I was about to give up, disappointed but resigned. Even if it wasn't her, universities were overflowing with beautiful women. I figured I'd check out the sports complex or the arts departments instead. That's when—
Click-clack, click-clack.
Heels echoed behind me. Curious if it was a decent girl, I turned around.
"Uh..."
I stammered for a second. It was a familiar face. Just more mature now.
It was her—Lee Yoo-jin.
Her hair was slicked back perfectly into a bun, like she was headed to an interview, and she wore a prim pantsuit skirt. Her face looked a bit tense, rigid with nerves as she walked. I couldn't help staring at her long-lost face.
To run into her like this... maybe it was fate. And right at the moment I'd gained this possession power? She might still think of me from back then—who knows—but bumping into her felt like we were destined.
Sure, there'd been that awkward stuff in the past, but she was still cute as ever. I remembered her sweet red lips and that eye smile from her big eyes.
Still, I could only possess someone when they were asleep or unconscious. No chance right now. But I wasn't letting this opportunity slip. She'd starred in my fantasies for years—this was my shot to do whatever I wanted with her. Touch her all I pleased. I had to possess her.
So I stuck right by her side, biding my time.
"Man..."
Up close, she was even prettier than before. Couldn't check under her clothes, but her breasts felt bigger somehow. They swelled noticeably even through the suit, so tantalizing.
"Ripe and ready..."
I smacked my lips. Soon I'd devour them to my heart's content. The thought made my mouth water and my excitement build.
Yoo-jin closed her eyes for a deep breath, like she was steadying herself. I couldn't hold back anymore.
"Screw it! Possess now!"
I lunged at her as she shut her eyes and exhaled. "I want to be Yoo-jin! Right now!" I slammed my soul-body straight at her heart.
"Gasp!"
She yelped in surprise, clutching her chest uncomfortably. Tough to get in, as expected. But after two possessions, I'd gotten the knack. A soul's like sticky honey—better to coat the outside like glaze on pottery and ease it in slow. Like slathering black soul-mud over white porcelain, I enveloped her bit by bit.
"Ugh... what's this? My chest..."
Her pretty voice after so long—it was music. Her breaths came ragged, like moans, giving me chills. I pushed harder.
"Nngh..."
She staggered, then dropped to her knees. She was swallowing the pain, forcing it down. Never been possessed myself, so I couldn't know the exact hurt, but cramming someone else's soul in there had to sting like hell.
"Hah... kuh..."
Her groans grew louder. Half my body was in. I shoved my head into hers.
"Aaaah!!! My head...! H-help... over there... please..."
Now she clawed at her head in agony, down on her knees and moaning. She looked miserable, but I had no intention of stopping. And hey, not usually my thing, but a girl in pain with tears welling up? Kinda hot.
Once the last of my soul was in, that light appeared inside her again. I grabbed it without hesitation.
"Ah..."
With a short death rattle, she slumped. She was mine now.
*
Murmurs rippled around me. Can't blame them—I'd just collapsed moaning like that. Someone patted my shoulder.
"You okay?"
A random guy. I took his hand and stood.
"I'm fine. Just tripped for a sec. Hmm, no time to chat—gotta run. Thanks for the help."
I flashed a bright smile. Her voice was clear and pure. Just hearing it from old memories soothed me. I am Lee Yoo-jin.
His face softened instantly. Pretty girls really do have it easy.
"Wanna check if I'm hurt anywhere? It stings a little."
I tugged my suit collar to flash some cleavage. No real reason—just a bonus for the helpful guy. His face went beet red, and he backed off.
"Y-yeah... yep! Looks fine!"
Most guys react like that, I figured. Kinda unfair. A girl smiles, and a guy's mood lifts. Flash a bit of chest, and they blush and treat you nice. I brushed off my butt—felt her panties wedged in. Must've been walking around like that outside. Possession lets you know even these secrets. That's the appeal.
For her reputation, I held back the urge to fix it. She was the girl I'd once loved; didn't want to rough her up.
"Whoa, whoops!"
Stumbling as I stood—heels were still awkward. Barefoot? Nah, flesh-colored stockings; didn't want runs. How'd she know my taste and wear stockings?
I stroked my leg, savoring the silky feel. Pricey ones—smoother than the Guess pair I'd worn in Ha-eun's body.
"Thanks, Yoo-jin. Remembering my fetish like that."
I chuckled in her cute high tone. Then I walked slowly to get the hang of it. Gotta adapt to heels quick if I'm playing woman. Maybe possess a woman in stilettos next time.
Why's she so done up? Job interview?
Tight suit squeezing me, hair yanked back so tight my scalp tingled. First real discomfort as a woman.
"Maybe check her phone?"
Before grabbing it, an idea hit—cliché possession trope: sync mentally with Yoo-jin. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes. I am Lee Yoo-jin. I am Lee Yoo-jin. I am Lee Yoo-jin.
I kept telling myself I'd always been her, lived as her. My head buzzed. Like ink dropping into clear water—my soul spread deeper into her body. Before, it felt like just wearing a shell; now, it cradled my soul like it was always mine.
Then a memory flashed: her gripping a fist seeing the interview date—first-person view. Her brain obeyed its new master, handing over memories.
"Ah, yeah—headed to an interview."
I grinned. Perfect.
Now what? Ditch the interview and explore this body? Or play nice and bail?
Part of me wanted to blow off the interview and indulge, but... she was once my love. Felt a twinge of guilt. This was probably a big life moment for her. Then a great idea hit, and I smirked.
"Maybe I should go for her? An interview, huh. Haven't done one since college—died before real job hunting."
Could be fun. Test-drive this body at a company interview? Sounds entertaining.
Whatever it meant to her life, to me it was just a game.
"What company, anyway?"
Dug into her memories again. One name popped: "XX Electronics?"
A top-tier conglomerate—tough to get into. She'd prepped hard. Impressive. I looked down at her killer body in approval—but breasts blocked the view below.
"Guess I'll interview as Yoo-jin? Not sure I'd nail it..."
I crossed my arms, pondering.
"Worst case, seduce 'em with this body—bound to get hired."
I grabbed my breast hard. Felt the bra wire, then the soft mound beyond.
"Ngh..."
Murmurs again. People staring now.
Whoops, eyes on me. Better hustle to the company.
I hurried out of school and hailed a taxi.