Possessed into "The World Is Already Under Hypnosis" (15)
"Hello, viewers of New Japan! Are you grateful to Lord Hoyoung again today? I'm Hoshi Jora Ayana, the MC of If You Smile, Lord Hoyoung Comes. And today, of all days, we've got a super special guest! Everyone knows who this is! Introducing Lord Hoyoung's girlfriend, Han Seungyeon~~!!!!"
The host's voice rang out like a goddess's. Her Korean flowed flawlessly, like a clear mountain stream, and I couldn't help but be impressed despite myself. She was definitely Japanese, yet she spoke Korean at a native level. More than that, I was really on a live broadcast. There were so many cameras it felt overwhelming. The audience's stares were hard to bear too. I wasn't some celebrity—I was just an ordinary citizen. There was no reason for me to be the sole guest on a popular show.
...But Hoshi Jora Ayana? Yeah, that name rang a bell. Casual readers who just skimmed past might have forgotten, but someone like me, who reads every detail even to fuel my rants, would remember. She was the announcer from the idol episode who got fucked live on a music show. I think they even gave her a pointless backstory about graduating top of Tokyo University. With her star-shaped earrings catching the light in both ears, Hoshi Jora Ayana said,
"Thank you for coming on the show, Seungyeon."
"Oh, no, it's nothing."
"Hehe. No need to be nervous. If anything, we're the nervous ones. If we mess up in front of Lord Hoyoung's girlfriend, we'd all have to commit seppuku, right? Not that we'd ever do something so disrespectful, of course."
There was no need to be that careful. I was just an ordinary citizen. Come to think of it, the staff had been awfully polite during makeup earlier too.
"So, Seungyeon, have you had sex with Lord Hoyoung?"
"…………."
She went straight for it. Wasn't this live TV? Wasn't that a broadcast accident?
"Sex. Have you done it?"
"...Th-that's kind of embarrassing to answer."
The crew and audience were all hanging on my every word with intense interest, which only added to the pressure. Hoshi Jora Ayana's eyes sparkled especially bright—not just as a broadcaster, but like she was genuinely curious.
"What's embarrassing about it? I'm just asking if you've had sex. Like, dick going squelch squelch into pussy."
She made a ring with her left hand and thrust her right index finger in and out in an obscene gesture. Was this really something to do on live TV? But it seemed like I was the only one embarrassed.
Right—this wasn't just Japan; it was New Japan.
"N-no, I haven't had sex."
"Eeeeeh? No way, that's a lie! I had sex with Lord Hoyoung back then!"
I could feel a sense of superiority radiating from Hoshi Jora Ayana. It was like she was smirking at me somehow.
"~Ah, truth is, I had a boyfriend at the time, but right after Lord Hoyoung fucked me, I dumped him. Once you've had Lord Hoyoung, no other guy can satisfy you. Fufu. It's only natural~ Ahh, that time was so~~~ blissful. I wanna get fucked again~~"
"……………"
She'd completely forgotten her role as host and gone off on a nostalgia trip.
"At first, I thought he was some bum and tried to chase him off, but the moment his dick went in, my whole worldview flipped. Success as an announcer? Social status? Who cares about that crap when dick is the ultimate truth? Well, the fact that I fucked Lord Hoyoung became my spec, and now I'm a star."
"...Is that even a spec?"
"Huh? Of course it is. Specs just prove how close you are to Lord Hoyoung, right?"
I guess I need to study more English. My vocabulary was sorely lacking.
"In that sense, you're amazing, Seungyeon. Lord Hoyoung's girlfriend! Quick question—what kind of food does Lord Hoyoung like?"
"Um... I've never asked directly, but from sneaking peeks while living together—"
The audience burst into applause at the "living together" part. Hoshi Jora Ayana's gaze toward me shifted too. It felt like respect, maybe.
"He seems to like greasy stuff like burgers or chicken."
"As expected... so noble."
Noble how?
"This is huge news. We found out Lord Hoyoung's favorite food!"
After that, Ayana kept firing off trivial questions about Lord Hoyoung's daily life. His blood type, whether he washed his hair first or last in the shower, favorite TV shows, soccer team he rooted for—she'd go nuts with every answer.
"Amazing!!"
Over and over. I had no clue what was so amazing.
"I'm so jealous. Living with Lord Hoyoung—it's every woman's dream, right?"
"Ah, but I..."
"I know. You used to be a guy, right?"
"? How did you...?"
"Saw it on the Hoyoung Wiki."
Surprisingly, searching my name online brought up a wiki page packed with text. It explicitly stated I was a guy who'd possessed a beauty's body while reading the novel, and most of it was factual—but some idiot's brainfart like "seems to be gradually turning more female" was tacked on, which pissed me off. There were always these muddle-headed types.
Han Seungyeon - Lord Hoyoung's girlfriend. Originally a man who possessed this world via the novel "The World Is Already Under Hypnosis". Living together with Lord Hoyoung. Seems to be gradually turning more female...?
Reading the page from top to bottom gave me a rough sense of how Japanese people saw me. I was respected as Lord Hoyoung's girlfriend, but there was also jealous side-eye like I was some country bumpkin who struck it rich overnight.
Himiko's words—"You're a celebrity here"—finally hit home.
Whoa... kinda scary. Everyone in the country knew my secrets. No place to run. It felt like utter despair.
"Please fully experience New Japan, and when you leave, may you be reborn as a proper female worshiper of Lord Hoyoung!"
Hoshi Jora Ayana meant it as a blessing, but to me, it sounded terrifying. This place was worse than Paradise City... a hell.
The whole nation worshiped Kim Hoyoung like a cult. His photos were everywhere on the streets, and whenever you saw one, you had to masturbate as you passed. Instead of "How you doing?", they asked "Is your loyalty to Lord Hoyoung still strong?"
Even crazier: In New Japan, all men had their sex drives removed—no masturbation, no sex. Reproduction? Women of childbearing age used banks selling Kim Hoyoung's semen. Over 60 million users. Basically, almost every Japanese woman. Meaning the next generation of Japanese were all his bloodline.
No one—men or women—minded this madness. Wondering why so few men were on the streets, I asked and got: "Lord Hoyoung doesn't like men, so they only go out when absolutely necessary."
Streets full of women, dressed super revealingly. Exposed nipples were casual fashion; some cut holes in their panties to flash sensitive spots. Public masturbation was open, hands casually dipping into pussies mid-conversation, dildos as everyday carry-ons for idle insertions. And no one batted an eye.
——Okay, enough. World-building done. I get it. This isn't a place for humans anymore.
At first, the special treatment flattered me a bit, but living in this nation of psychos terrified me. No sign of Kim Hoyoung anywhere... I holed up in my hotel room and didn't come out.
A day, two... a week passed using only room service, cutting off all contact. Persistent calls from Himiko and Sumire—ignored. Kim Hoyoung didn't even call.
Not that I was hurt or anything. I might've picked up if he had. I had things to say. Like, when the hell are we going home? This heaven for him was hell for me.
"No one I know here, no allies... everywhere's crawling with his watchers. I'm dying here. Nothing to relieve the stress."
TV was all Kim Hoyoung news; even dramas revolved around praising him. Romance plots? Heroine pines for Kim Hoyoung while some guy watches from afar. Who greenlights this? Is it even entertaining?
Eventually cut the TV too. With nothing to do, I lay in bed like a depressed patient, sleeping all day.
No need for money—girlfriend status meant free pass everything. No one billed me. Told staff, "Don't bother me unless I call," blocking them too.
Lately, even room service felt like a hassle. Days stuck to the bed, barely moving.
—Then, the hotel door opened on its own. An uninvited guest arrived. Someone who ignored my orders as Kim Hoyoung's girlfriend and did as they pleased. Their arrival marked a new phase in my possession life, full of nothing but setbacks till now.