Possessed in "The World Is Already Under Hypnosis" (14): The Prime Minister's Residence
Who would've thought I'd set foot in a place like this? The world really is full of surprises. I figured I'd never have any connection to it in my lifetime, but Japan's prime minister herself came out to greet us.
Of course, it was for Kim Hoyoung, not me—but Himeko showed interest in me too.
"So you're Seungyeon? I've heard a lot about you. They say you're basking in His Majesty's favor?"
"Nah, it's not like that... Oh, no, I mean, not at all."
Suddenly remembering she was the prime minister made me feel awkward about speaking casually. Fujiwara no Himeko... Just looking at her, you could feel her gravitas. Not scary in a frightening way, but an elegant aura radiating from her entire being, making it impossible to treat her lightly. More graceful than cute. I'd never seen a hime-cut suit someone so perfectly.
"I'll escort you and His Majesty to the reception room. We can talk at your leisure."
"Ah, I'll... just wait outside. You're really here to see Kim Hoyoung, right?"
"Wrong. The one I wanted to see today was you. Of course, I won't neglect hosting His Majesty either."
...What? What business could Himeko possibly have with me?
In the novel, Himeko was a standout character. Top stats in brains, execution, funding, connections, status—you name it, she was a monster. Now, as Japan's official prime minister, she ranked among the world's elite power players. But her defining trait was her insane loyalty to Kim Hoyoung. The type who fell hardest to hypnosis, she'd hunted down micro-brains across Japan just from seeing him on screens, showing terrifying initiative. She'd even expanded globally, bombing anti-Kim Hoyoung factions. The scary woman who'd formed the W.L.K squad solely for his amusement... Fujiwara no Himeko.
And now, she was requesting a private meeting with me in the reception room—assigning her daughter Sumire to entertain Kim Hoyoung.
"I hear you came from another world? Where our story is serialized as a novel? If it's one starring Hoyoung-nim as the protagonist, it must've sold like 10 billion copies, right?"
"W-what? It's just some no-name webnovel."
"Hakko? Box? Anyway, sounds like it wasn't popular?"
"Yeah... It's basically a dead novel, but the author's stubborn ass keeps dragging it out. Whatever, the guy's never had a hit anyway, so this or that, same difference."
"That's some harsh criticism. You really hate that author, huh?"
Of course I do. Who do you think got me into this mess?
"But... thanks to that author, you got to meet Hoyoung-nim, right? In a way, he's your benefactor?"
"Wha—? What nonsense is that? I'm nothing like them! I don't like Kim Hoyoung! I don't want to be with him! I just want my body back and go home!"
"And what's waiting for you at home?"
"...Huh?"
"If your life there was just leaving nasty comments on novels, it wasn't much to begin with, was it? What was your job? Popular with women? Money?"
"…………"
Job, income, popularity... all average. Way too embarrassing to brag about in front of a prime minister.
"Then wouldn't being His Majesty's pet doll be way better...?"
"What...? Who... who said...!!!"
"Heh. I knew it from that reaction. You're still in the middle of pretending to resist."
Pretending to resist? What the hell? This woman was talking like she knew my heart better than I did. Infuriating.
"For someone like you, Japan might be the perfect place to realize your true self. Stay here for a while."
"Hold on! Who are you to decide that? Why the hell should I stay in Japan? Ridiculous."
"His Majesty already gave permission, so don't worry."
Why the fuck are you asking Kim Hoyoung for permission? I decide where I go!
Himeko's authoritarian tone was starting to piss me off.
"I don't want to! I only came on this trip because Kim Hoyoung forced me! I didn't want to come! You just want to fuck him, right? So go screw around with him yourselves! I'm going home!"
"Did you ask His Majesty if that's okay?"
Goddamn it. His Majesty this, His Majesty that... That guy's no real king, you know? It's hilarious seeing a woman brainwashed into thinking her king is Kim Hoyoung act all high and mighty.
"Why do I need that bastard's permission for everything?! In case you didn't know, Kim Hoyoung isn't the emperor! He's just an ordinary Korean commoner!!! Mmph!! Mmphmm!!!"
The gun barrel shoved into my mouth cut me off. Fast. Cold. Metallic taste.
...Himeko's face was terrifying. Not like a prime minister—like a trained special agent.
"Consider this a warning. Never badmouth His Majesty in front of me. I might kill you without thinking."
"…………."
Her eyes were dead serious. Given her track record in the novel, Himeko was the type to actually kill. I could see her barely holding back murderous impulse. My guts shrank; I nodded desperately.
"You're receiving His Majesty's favor right now. That's why you're still alive. But next time, even I might not hold back."
"………."
Nod nod.
"His Majesty is me, Japan, this world—everything. Got it? He is the emperor. Never deny that absolute truth in front of me again. Remember, it's only because of him that you're breathing right now. Without him, you'd be buried in a drum and scattered in Ootsuku Bay. Understand?"
Nod nod.
"...Phew. Good. I'll remove the gun now. Watch your words from now on. This isn't a request. Got it? It's an order. You can't refuse."
"Gah! Hack! Y-yeah, got it. Whew..."
My throat ached where the barrel had grazed. Crazy bitch. Himeko, still fuming, spun the gun like a cowboy, breathing heavily. I wondered if it was worth getting that mad, but considering her fanaticism in the novel, it made sense.
"Um, Prime Minister?"
"What?"
"Ahem! So, what do you want me to do in Japan? I don't even speak Japanese."
"Doesn't matter. We can speak Korean."
"Huh?"
"Didn't you know? Korean is now Japan's official language."
"?????"
I smacked my forehead instinctively. Himeko explained they'd passed a law in parliament making Korean the official language. At first, everyone opposed it as insane, but her impassioned speech—"Imagine His Majesty visits Japan and asks for directions in Korean, but no one understands? What would you do? Commit seppuku? Force that sin on the whole nation?!!!" (Direct quote from Japanese media)—demoted Japanese to first foreign language.
Utter madness, but reality. Thanks to that, Japan was now fully livable in Korean. Haha... cultural victory?
"Fine, language barrier solved. But what do you want from me...?"
"There's only one duty for us women: serve His Majesty with proper body and mind. That's it, right?"
Himeko led me to her office. A massive Kim Hoyoung photo hung on the wall like some dictator's portrait. She bowed deeply to it; I obviously didn't.
"When I see His Majesty's picture... the 'woman' inside me suddenly awakens, and my pussy clenches like, squeeze, right?"
"Not at all. And I'm not even a woman."
"Come on. You look like a super cute girl. That's why His Majesty likes you. Kinda jealous."
"Doesn't make me happy at all."
(Actually, a little. But not deep—better to possess a cute girl than an ugly hag, right? Everyone thinks that.)
"I've worked to make this country a proper nation obedient to His Majesty. Here, he's a living god. And now that god brought his girlfriend? Huge news for us. You're pretty famous already."
"...No, I'm not. I mean, I'm not his girlfriend."
"If His Majesty says you are, you are. Your opinion doesn't matter."
What kind of relationship is that?
"Want a prophecy, Miss Self-Proclaimed Man Seungyeon?"
"...Like what?"
"You'll fall as a female here in Japan. The moment you love His Majesty as a woman... can't wait, can you?"
Not at all. Not even a little. Zero anticipation.
Suddenly, Baek Eunha's words from Kim Hoyoung's room echoed: 'With a woman's body, you'll inevitably fall for him.' Himeko said something similar. But I... I clearly remembered I was a man possessed in a woman's body. Liking trash like Kim Hoyoung? Unimaginable.
"Oh my. That desperate denial on your face is adorable. I get why His Majesty likes you."
Himeko offered to bond by masturbating together with a dildo replica of Kim Hoyoung's cock, but I politely declined. Instead, I accepted an invite from a broadcaster wanting to interview me.
And shockingly, it was Japan's top-rated show, over 50% viewership. A no-name K-wave nobody like me on that? Things were spiraling out of my control.