Possessed into "The World Is Already Under Hypnosis" (20)
In the 'real' world, I lived in a modest semi-furnished apartment where I paid 400,000 won a month. Three of us crammed into a 24-pyeong place—it wasn't poverty-stricken enough to leave scars, but it was the kind of ordinary working-class life that never broke free from the grind. Honestly, I'd never even stayed in a hotel. Even on overseas trips, it was cheap inns or motels. No matter how frugally I lived, expenses always fell short every month. The type to hesitate over a 3,500-won delivery fee. That was my life.
But now? I'm holed up in a hotel room that costs 25 million won per night (Japan switched from yen to won for one reason: Kim Hoyoung finds it easier to calculate. Haha. Cultural victory followed by economic dominance. What a legend.)—and I've been here over a month. No clue who's footing the bill. Is it Hoyoung charging it, or does the hotel just turn a blind eye? Either way, I'm living a worry-free luxury life without a care for money.
Breakfast every morning is either the lounge buffet or room service. Pasta over 50,000 won, wine topping a million. That's my daily normal. Washing dishes used to spark family fights—now it's hilarious, because the staff handles every chore. When boredom hits, I wander the nearby department store, loop the mall, hit the aquarium or amusement park, or catch high-class shows at places like the Arts Center. Money? "Hoyoung oppa~ I wanna do XX~" One bout of aegyo, and it's sorted.
Naturally, I've picked up this girly way of talking. At first, faking cuteness made me gag, but the massive cash rewards killed those feelings quick. Call it financial therapy. Over the past month, I've blown well over 100 million on living expenses alone. I never got why women love shopping—turns out, with endless money, it's the world's best game. Like whale-ing on game character upgrades, but better. Yeah. Honestly? I'm loving it. Life in this world. Getting fawned over by everyone is a thrill. Hell, now I flaunt that I'm Kim Hoyoung's girl.
Today, full makeup on, sipping beer at the hotel bar when some player approaches. Over 180 cm tall, the kind magazines call handsome. Claims he's a doctor, on break from the hospital. Hmm~. Problem is, he does nothing for me. Blame daily Hoyoung sessions—most guys look like squid now. Honestly, Hoyoung's hotter. No joke. The more sex, the more he looks like a total stud. Disaster.
"I'm Fujimoto Shinichi. And you, miss?"
"Call me 'Your breath stinks, get lost.'"
"Hahaha! Sharp tongue on you. Fair enough—beauty excuses everything. Mind if I sit?"
"I do."
I came on strong on purpose, but Shinichi grins shamelessly and plops down anyway. Orders the same beer as me, acts all buddy-buddy.
"Can't leave a beauty like you drinking alone. Hmm... no boyfriend with you?"
"Fishing to see if I'm single? Lame move. Sorry, got one."
"No sweat. Goalies don't stop every shot. But your guy's a jerk—leaving a cutie like you open for poaching."
"Like you'd poach me?"
"Ready whenever."
Shinichi oozes cocky confidence, brushing off my snark like a bratty little sis, flexing his seasoned-player vibe. Specs like his? Yeah, he'd slay at picking up girls.
"Whatever you're 'ready' for, I said I have a boyfriend."
"Haha. Steal you, then."
"Steal Hoyoung-nim's girl? Ballsy."
"………………."
Shinichi freezes, bartender drops everything, mouth agape. Bartender glares like I'm tanking his business; even Shinichi drops the flirt act.
"Hey. Words like that... could wipe out your whole clan. Damn... feisty girl. Japanese women just chant 'Hoyoung-nim' during sex—boring as hell."
"Japanese women? Sounds like you're comparing to someone."
"Yeah. Studied abroad. Harvard grad."
His accent thickens on "Harvard"—proud of his creds. Me? Dick size trumps degrees for guys.
"Sick of this Kim Hoyoung cult here. America's not this bad. Blind dates turn into debates on his ideal type—you feel that? Anyway, a bold girl joking about him draws me in. So? Fellow anti-Hoyoungers plotting a hotel coup tonight?"
Doubt he meant politics seriously. Just macho posturing to impress. Pickup line. But I reported him to the cops.
Fully armed police storm the bar, unload on Shinichi. Probably blanks—he'll live—but badmouthing Hoyoung? He's socially dead.
Shocked hotel staff nod once they hear the charges and back off.
"Wha... why... Aren't you anti-Hoyoung...?"
"Crazy? I said I'm Hoyoung-nim's girlfriend."
"No way... A worshipper joking about him? Wait... you're actually...?"
Shinichi's dragged off in horror. Won't see him again. Bye. Have fun.
"Clap clap clap. Well done. Report subversives on sight! Model citizen stuff. Duty, really."
"??"
Uniformed cop, fancier than the rest with tons of medals—high rank. Claps, approaches all friendly. Face rings a bell.
"Seungyeon-ssi starting to feel His Majesty's profound grace, huh? Mother's plan's on track—relieves me."
"Mother? You're... Himeko's daughter? Sumire?"
"Whoa, you know me? Just brushed past once."
Knew from the novel, duh. Looks like Himeko, softer vibe though.
"I'm Mom's chief secretary-slash-National Police Agency head now. Prime Minister and all."
"Power monopoly much."
"Psh, nothing. Mom's Cabinet PM, Defense Minister, Education Minister, Superintendent, Health Minister, Justice Minister."
"...Dictatorship?"
"100% approval. Not dictatorship. Though non-supporters get suspected as anti-Hoyoung, harshly interrogated."
To me, that's textbook dictatorship. Am I nuts?
"Anyway, you..."
Sumire smirks, eyes me up and down.
"Full woman now. Leather dress, falsies, lipstick, mani, heels... Hehe. Can't get enough of Hoyoung-nim's cock taste, right?"
"Wha—! Not for public!"
"C'mon, sister sluts~?"
"Eek!!"
Sumire presses close, fingers my panties softly. My hypersensitive pussy soaks instantly from a woman's touch. Normal here—Hoyoung-deflowered girls get extra sensitive. Plus, ex-guy me still flutters for cute girls like her.
"Hey! People watching..."
"So? Only Hoyoung-nim's gaze matters. You're not fully brainwashed. Air felt stale—breathing micro-brained space."
Sumire pinches her nose disgustedly. Treats me like plague.
"If not His Majesty's girlfriend, I'd kill you!! But whatever—my opinion's irrelevant. All He does is right. Common sense."
"Ugh...♡ Then you know not to touch Hoyoung-nim's girlfriend's body...? Hear me?"
"Oh? Self-proclaiming girlfriend now. Learned to leech off His power... Yes. Bitches thrive clinging to alphas, coquettish. But this? His Majesty's orders."
"What?"
"He said back-half training. Turn you woman-deep inside. Very special session. I'm assistant."
"Wh-what training? Can't get more than this!"
"Secret. But... you'll feel nostalgic."
—I drank the drug Sumire prepared right there and collapsed. Waking in the familiar hotel room, I screamed at my reflection in the mirror.