Reversible Jacket 1
The first soul that came to mind for Choi Seo-ah's body was Kwae-byeon. Possession worked just fine. The wrinkled skin puffed up like a balloon. It was like one of those balloon dolls in front of a phone shop suddenly coming to life as a human. I gave my dry face a quick rub.
It might look gruesome at a glance, but wasn't this world all about swapping out shells anyway?
Kwae-byeon synced perfectly with Choi Seo-ah's flesh. She opened her mouth wide, gasping. She cracked her jaw back into place with a pop, then readjusted her tits.
"Whoa... Kwae-byeon. Can you communicate as Choi Seo-ah?"
Kwae-byeon—or rather, Choi Seo-ah—hiked her ass up high.
"Pyo-ro-ron? ♥"
Even wearing Choi Seo-ah's body, she was still talking out of her pussy. Leaving the mouth unused—who the fuck knows why—but every time she wanted to speak, she'd lift her hips and let her cunt do the talking.
"Don't talk with your pussy... please."
"Byu-rurub~ Pyo-ro-o-op? ♥"
"Yeah... got it. I get it."
Hearing her speak from down there gave me a bad feeling she'd just shit out of her mouth if things went south.
"Try spraying some pink gas!"
"Pyo-ro-ro-ro-rop? ♥"
As expected, gas came out of her mouth, but it was barely a puff—not even a proper spray. Kwae-byeon's powers had weakened drastically.
"You're my hidden ace, Kwae-byeon... Soul return, Kwae-byeon."
The soul vanished, and Choi Seo-ah's shell collapsed to the floor in an instant. I smacked my lips again.
"Soul summon: Kuma, Pu, Sponge Bob."
The three hulks filled the living room. I picked up Choi Seo-ah's floppy shell from the floor and shook it.
"Can any of you guys fit into Choi Seo-ah's shell?"
All three bruisers took a step back. They couldn't enter it, or maybe they just didn't want to—they made their refusal clear.
"Sigh... can't just leave her like this..."
Leaving Choi Seo-ah's shell in a heap wasn't great for the aesthetics. I'd already popped her cherry; couldn't just toss her out or hang her in the closet like a coat. Only one card left.
"Soul summon: Retriever."
The black dog soul I'd harvested following that unidentified voice wagged its tail at me happily. It was a violation of human dignity, but fuck it.
"Get in Choi Seo-ah's body."
"Woof woof!"
The Retriever slipped into the sprawled Choi Seo-ah shell and slowly stood it up. A dog wearing human skin.
"Fucking dog-like. Not some reverse Dangun myth or shit..."
Probably all humans in this T-16 shell world ended up like this. Their true nature was just empty shells, like clothes.
In the end, Choi Seo-ah stood blankly before me with dazed eyes. Syncing took a bit longer than with Kwae-byeon. A dog's soul in human flesh... so was Choi Seo-ah becoming the Retriever? Or would she move like a shell acting on Choi Seo-ah's memories?
The three bruisers, summoned after so long, seemed thrilled and started sniffing around the living room.
"Yeah, make yourselves at home—no need to watch your step in this world."
Having those big lugs around made the place feel secure.
"No energy cost for summon sustain... total cheat skill."
Just like my flame skills, summoning was an insane power. No cost to call them out, no drain to keep them going. Munchkin-level shit.
"Don't break anything."
Kuma and Pu poked at the shelves curiously with their fingers. Nosy bastards.
"Live however you want, just handle my stuff with care."
Letting them loose after so long felt good.
Outside the window, it was still pitch black, thick fog writhing on the first floor.
"I like how quiet this world is."
A world where shells diligently played their roles. A slave world, basically. Paradise for someone like me who could use them.
"That punk Nangryun's probably living like a king, right?"
I chuckled thinking of O Nangryun. Easy way to find the guy: hop back into the survival board.
Oddly, the survival board only worked in T-16. Trying from the real world showed totally different posts.
The board had blown up with new threads. Some shared survival tips.
"Yellow skies and purple skies... gotta be different hell dimensions, right?"
Didn't know the mechanics, but it seemed like survivors from various hell dimensions posted here, all mixed together.
I left a new post on the board.
Tenpro chef looking for friend ONL. Hope you come to my place. If no reply by Aug 10, I'll head to your Paju house myself.
I hoped O Nangryun would see it. Title to content, it was all coded just for him.
Wondered what he was up to in T-16 shell world.
"Bet that fucker's built a harem with his neuroscience knowledge. Nah... probably balls-deep in monsters. Especially lower-body ones."
Guy was thriving better than me. Still, I worried a bit—he was my only family left. O Nangryun was like blood to me. Bear Warriors, Bear Widows, Headless in the fog could be dangerous.
"Yawwwn."
Hit the bed, tension melted away into a yawn. Sipped some fine wine and crashed hard.
"U Mi-young's tits were pretty tasty earlier."
Hers had that sweet raspberry vibe. Laid the still-syncing Choi Seo-ah beside me like a body pillow. Holding warm flesh felt great. Except for the occasional cold piercings.
"Why the fuck pierce your asshole?"
Clutching warm Choi Seo-ah lulled me to sleep. Then I dreamed of sucking U Mi-young's tits.
Sweet, nutty raspberry filling my mouth. Warm milk gushing every time I squeezed her udders. Pure bliss. I milked U Mi-young everywhere, spraying her bed and room white. Her pussy muscles were unreal—chewy walls gripping tight. Creampie deep in her womb while suckling. Then Choi Seo-ah joined for a wild fuckfest. Blasted her pierced ass, slathered her womb in thick cum.
And then... morning, eyes open. Right side: U Mi-young gasping, impaled on my dick. Left: Choi Seo-ah rimming my ass.
Wa... wait. How the fuck is U Mi-young here?
I wasn't wearing my white mask. How'd she even know my address?
"Section Chief?"
Tried pulling out in shock, but she followed, taking me deeper. U Mi-young clung to my chest with a slutty face. I hugged her soft body on instinct. Cum pooled in my tip splurted uselessly into her womb. Byururut! Byururub! Byururut!
"Ah... sorry, Section Chief."
Even half-asleep, I'd creampied her. Her pussy was already a sloppy mess—evidence of all-night pounding. She nuzzled deeper into my arms. Soft flesh, slender bones. Chills hit me—she couldn't know my address. The woman in my arms wasn't U Mi-young. Then I felt something cold and alien on her back.
She writhed silently, orgasming in rhythmic shudders, lost in pleasure.
What the fuck? Who the hell are you?
Curious about the metallic thing on her back, I peeked over. A zipper?? Right on U Mi-young's back. Human skin with a zipper running down her spine to her tailbone.
"What the...?"
Brain fogged. Choi Seo-ah rimmed like a trained dog.
"Choi Seo-ah, stop."
"Hahk hahk."
She stopped licking my ass, stuck out her tongue, grinned cutely... like a dog. Hopped off the bed, circled twice, wagging her ass, panting at me.
"Why Retriever, not Choi Seo-ah?"
Thought human shell meant human behavior. Way off. Bigger issue: zipper U Mi-young.
I already knew what zipped backs meant.
"Section Chief... don't tell me you're Pu?"
U Mi-young nodded, face flushed. She squeezed her tits hard, shaking her hips. Squish! Her pussy clenched, womb dropping again. Raspberry milk sprayed everywhere.
"Gonna lose it..."
I pulled out of "U Mi-young." Perfect U Mi-young curves—curvy, slim, sexy. Pushed her off, yanking my dick from her depths.
She lunged at my cock, slurping chubub chubub like a duck bill, cheeks hollowing with devotion.
"Fuck no."
Then another presence. By the bed, jerking off... to me?
"You're... fucking me?"
Another me, Park Woojin, fapping to our fuck session. Not a great sight.
"Stop jerking. Fuck. Who the hell are you?!"
The jerking me froze. Obeying my command?
"You fuck, turn around."
He turned. Zipper on his back too—from neck to tailbone, gleaming silver.
I rubbed my face dry. Let out a hollow laugh. Headache pounding.
"No way... you're Kuma?"
The me-Kuma nodded, grinning just like me.
I stood U Mi-young up. Killer body. But that alien zipper sliced down her pale back.
"Can I unzip this?"
She nodded quietly. Sigh, and zip down it went. Flesh parted, yellow fur bundle poured out like a waterfall. Tried stuffing it back, but more spilled.
"Fuck. What is this shit."
Yellow fur flooded out. U Mi-young's pale skin absorbed into it.
"!!!"
Pu emerged instead. Jaw-dropping.
"What, reversible jackets or some shit?"
Like a worn reversible jacket. Flip the leather side, get wool. Pu's body was U Mi-young's skin flipped inside out.
Flip U Mi-young, get Pu.
"How the fuck...?"
Pu scratched his head. Zipped down again—yellow fur rolled in, U Mi-young's pale skin flipped out. Pu became her sleek nude body.
"Impossible... volumes don't match..."
Pure magic, sizes changing. I massaged my throbbing temples.
"Never imagined this shit."
Not in novels or anime. Unzipping a 2-meter bear doll turns it into a woman.
"Fuck, demon bastards got wild imaginations. Reversible jacket my ass. Hey, Kuma, come here."
The me holding my hard dick shuffled over sheepishly.
"Ah... so that's my real dick size..."
That flushed face—like looking in a mirror.
"Turn."
Zipped down my (Kuma's) back. Opened up, reddish fur swelled out.
"Urk... fuck."
Like U Mi-young to Pu, my body transformed into Kuma. Inside my flesh was Kuma.
Zipped again—back to normal me.
"Can you talk?"
Kuma-me shook his head. Definitely my original body. The one dying of pancreatic cancer.
"......"
Speechless. All from stuffing flesh into T-12 bear doll zippers.
"Empty human shells sync when you stuff souls in..."
Plopped on the bed, rubbing temples.
"Haa..."
Choi Seo-ah nuzzled my leg, licking toes with soft tongue. Wet warmth between them.
"Tickles..."
No tail, but she wagged her slim waist like crazy.
"Woof woof!"
