Yoo Dali sat on her bed, hugging her knees, staring blankly at the wall.
Meanwhile, Yoo Jeon looked around in disbelief. His expression wasn't exaggerated; after all, the room was a mess. In one corner lay a teddy bear with its insides spilling out.
Scattered across the floor were shards of glass. The strangest thing was a hole in the wall with a cell phone embedded in it.
Clearly, Yoo Dali had had a terrifying outburst.
"Siegh!"
Jeon let out a long sigh. He felt the urge to smoke, but remembered he didn't have a cigarette with him.
Jeon approached Dali's bed and sat cross-legged on the floor. "What's wrong, Dali?" he asked.
Dali didn't answer Jeon's question. Instead, she asked another: "Where were you?"
"Why ask that if you already know?" He answered indifferently.
Hearing this, Yoo Dali clenched his teeth and fists so tightly his palms turned white. "So... so you were with that bitch Minnie!"
...
One second
Two seconds
...
One minute
Yoo Jeon didn't reply; after all, he didn't know what to say.
"Jeon, you bastard, I told you plainly not to... not to go near her, damn it!"
"Don't you know that?" Yoo Dali raised his voice, glaring at Yoo Jeon. "That woman is definitely not a good person!"
Yoo Jeon stared out the window at the dark horizon. Only then, after hearing Yoo Dali's tirade, did he understand that it was true what they said about women being incomprehensible lunatics.
To be honest, he had no experience with women. In his previous life, he had finished university at 22.
As soon as he graduated, he started working. Any job would do; after all, nobody wanted to hire a recent graduate. He worked as a dishwasher, cook, gardener, and even tutored high school students hoping to get into university.
He wasn't exactly popular, so he didn't socialize with women. In fact, he didn't even go on a date after graduating. It's truly pathetic, really.
The most ironic thing is that he died a year after finishing his degree.
He vaguely remembers being crushed by metal beams, just like Reze in Tokyo Ghoul. Luckily, he wasn't a ghoul or anything like that, and he didn't have such a miserable fate as Reze.
He doesn't even know how he ended up in this world. Anyway, the point is that perhaps he lacks emotional intelligence. His actions in this world are simply guided by the comics and movies he watched in his previous life.
It's truly pathetic now that he thinks about it. This means he doesn't have a defined personal identity, but oh well, you can't really blame him. That's just how he is, and trying to change something that's already ingrained in your soul is incredibly difficult.
"Dali, I'm not going to leave Minnie no matter how hard you try, so let's not even talk about it," Yoo Jeon replied.
"You... you... bastard... aghh... shit... I HATE YOU!" Yoo Dali brutally smacked Yoo Jeon with a pillow.
He had hoped that, seeing what he had tried and how he had acted, Jeon would give up on Minnie, but he hadn't expected this son of a bitch not only to ignore him but practically tell him he wouldn't leave her. It's truly frustrating.
"Damn it, you son of a bitch, can't you see how much I love you, for God's sake?" Yoo Dali thought furiously. In the early hours of the morning, unable to sleep, he realized that, for some reason, he had begun to feel something for Jeon.
He didn't know how it had happened. Perhaps it was seeing him brutally beat Tae for her, or perhaps he realized what kind of person Jeon was after interacting with him; he didn't know, he didn't understand.
Yoo Jeon let Dali hit him with the pillow until she got tired, without doing anything.
"After all, he has no enemies, just like Thorfin."
...
Sniff.
Sniff.
Yoo Dali sobbed, curled up like a snail in her bed. At that moment, even Jeon doubted whether Yoo Dali was acting. After all, this vixen's performance was so real that even he had his doubts.
If Yoo Dali were to dedicate herself to Korean cinema, she would undoubtedly succeed.
...
At that moment, arms wrapped around him from behind. He felt something wet on his cheek and realized Yoo Dali had kissed him.
"Jeon, are you planning to abandon me like a mother?" she asked.
.....
Jeon was now truly speechless. What on earth did his mother have to do with this conversation?
...
Yoo Jeon didn't answer. Yoo Dali rested her chin on his shoulder. "You know, right? My mother died when I was barely four years old. In fact, I practically don't remember much about her."
"In that respect, perhaps we're somewhat similar, don't you think?" she asked.
Yoo Jeon reviewed his memories and nodded. Except that he had never had a father figure, nor had he been as spoiled as Dali, they were similar in some ways.
Yoo Dali smiled bitterly. "Even my memories of my mother aren't as good as you think. I vaguely remember the old man constantly arguing with her for some unknown reason."
Yoo Jeon nodded and recalled that the reason the old man argued with his wife was because she had slept with Mr. Ahn.
Thinking of this, Yoo Jeon's face turned strange. To be honest, he didn't understand how a loser like Mr. Ahn could attract the attention of two beautiful women.
"You know, Ms. Ahn was the star of her faculty. She even won a beauty pageant. That shows she could have achieved something great. After all, even in manhwa, at an advanced age, she was successful. This shows she's quite capable."
On the other hand, while Dali's mother wasn't mentioned much, she certainly couldn't have been an ordinary woman if she was Mr. Yoo's wife.
On the other hand, Mr. Ahn—well, to be honest, he doesn't even have good memories of him. According to his recollection, he's a miserable person who doesn't try hard to get ahead; hell, he's a damn coward.
He doesn't have a job and practically spends all his time drinking at home. Sun Young is practically the one keeping the house afloat, and of course, Mr. Yoo helps them out for some strange reason.
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To be honest, he has no idea why Mr. Yoo pays Junie's high school tuition or why the hell he pays for her art classes. Was it to humiliate the Ahn family or to sleep with Sun Young?
It's probably the latter. Anyway, getting back to the point, Mr. Ahn was an art student at the university. By sheer luck, he got the perfect wife, Sun Young.
Later, with his talent for drawing, he won over Dali's mother, and they ended up sleeping together.
You know? Even he doesn't understand what the hell that guy was thinking when he did that. After all, if a rich man finds out you slept with his wife, he'll definitely kill you.
And that's exactly what happened to Mr. Ahn. Well, not too bad, they just cut off the fingers he used for painting. Since then, he's been useless.
¡Internal sigh!
It seems that old saying about women liking bastards is true.
Now that he thinks about it, this case seems similar to Junie's in the future. That guy slept with practically half the main characters in the manhwa, taking advantage of their artistic abilities.
Anyway, it doesn't matter.
"You won't leave me, will you? You'll protect me, right?" Yoo Dali whispered in Jeon's ear like a demon tempting the one who summoned him.
...
"And Ahn Junie?" Jeon asked coldly. "Wasn't that your horse, your rider, or some crap like that?"
This question left Yoo Dali stunned, speechless. After a few seconds, her mind searching for an answer, she finally replied, but in a nervous voice: "W...what do you mean?"
¡Sigh!
"I saw him, Dali," he replied indifferently.
¿¡!?
"Uh?"
At that moment, Dali stiffened. "She didn't see him, did he?" Yoo Dali thought. "There's no way I saw him. I've always been very careful!"
"I really don't know what the hell you're thinking, trying to manipulate me with this emotional nonsense," Yoo Jeon replied coldly. "Don't think I'm going to be your lapdog like that loser. You're very wrong if you think something like that is going to happen."
...
"What's wrong...? What's wrong...? What's wrong...? What's wrong...? What's wrong...? This shouldn't be happening! How did he know?"
At that moment, Yoo Dali realized that Jeon had discovered her secret with Junie. For Dali, this was humiliating, something that shouldn't be known. After all, being with Junie Ahn was shameful.
Ultimately, in her opinion, Junie Ahn was someone inferior to her, far inferior. Doing anything with him was degrading, which is why she always tried to hide it from everyone.
"Wait, that's not…" Dali began, without finishing the sentence. After all, even she didn't know what to say.
In the end, with her mind blank, she resorted to the old, infallible method:
crying.
…
Yoo Jeon didn't know what to say. He didn't even know if what he had said was right. Maybe he was an idiot, but he didn't want to participate in these manipulative games.
He had to set boundaries. For some reason, he felt that Dali wanted to turn him into the new Junie, and well, that wasn't pleasant at all.
After all, he was him.
...
Yoo Dali wouldn't stop crying, which made Yoo Jeon feel very uncomfortable. He'd never encountered a similar situation before. "Damn, what do I do?" he thought.
...
After a few seconds of thinking, he didn't know what to do, so he finally thought, "Oh shit, screw it!"
He pulled Dali towards him, causing them both to fall face-first to the ground.
At that moment, they lay side by side, staring into each other's eyes.
Jeon could clearly see that Dali's eyes were swollen and bloodshot, because she had been crying for practically two days.
Yoo Dali stared into Yoo Jeon's eyes, somewhat dazed, tears streaming down her face.
Yoo Jeon reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear.
...
With his other hand, without waiting for a response, he pulled her close, burying her face in his chest.
In that instant, Dali felt Yoo Jeon's heartbeat and the warmth emanating from his body. Her hands moved unconsciously, and she embraced him.
At that moment, Yoo Dali's mind went blank. She wasn't thinking about how to possess Jeon, she wasn't thinking about anything else. In that moment, only the two of them existed.
The room was quite dark, illuminated only by a small table lamp and the soft light of the full moon filtering through the window.
In that instant, time seemed to freeze. Even Jeon had to admit that the feeling was, at the very least, relaxing and comforting.
"I... Jeon, I think..." Yoo Dali whispered, trying to say something, but she couldn't articulate the words that were in her heart. Pride, fear, shyness... she didn't know.
She wanted to tell him that she felt something for him, that she accepted his earlier proposal, but she couldn't.
Finally, she closed her eyes and, after a few minutes, fell asleep in Yoo Jeon's arms.
Jeon wrapped one arm around her slender waist, while with the other he gently stroked her hair.
...
A few hours later, Yoo Jeon got up, picked her up, and laid her on his bed, covering her with the sheet. Once he had done this, he walked to his room and locked the door.
He put on the pajamas he had come into this world in, grabbed his smartphone, and prepared to return to his own world.
At that moment, he remembered the reward he had earned in this world. Since he was about to leave, he might as well take a look and perhaps get lucky.
"System, open the mystery box!" Jeon muttered to himself.
Ding, received, host!
At that instant, a colorful box appeared before him. Immediately afterward, it exploded, revealing a golden card.
Jeon gazed at the card, his eyes burning with anticipation.
Congratulations to the host.
You have won an Otherworld Possession Journey...
¿¡!?
Yoo Jeon was puzzled, not quite understanding what the reward entailed.
At that moment, perhaps sensing his confusion, a detailed description appeared in his mind.
Otherworld Possession Journey Card!
Description: A card that allows you to travel to another world, possessing the body of a random individual from that world. Note: When the host travels to the other world, they cannot take their abilities with them, except for one chosen randomly by the system.
"Hmm!" Yoo Jeon rubbed his chin with interest as he read the description. It reminded him of a Chinese manhwa he'd seen in his past life.
There was a similar journey in that manhwa; just like the one granted by the system, the protagonist could travel between worlds, but instead of traveling in their own body, they possessed their other self in that world. This function was practically the same as the one he obtained, only he possessed a random person in that world and not his other self.
"Hmm, now that I think about it, this reward is pretty bad, isn't it?"
After all, not traveling in my own body is already a major disadvantage.
"What will I do if I possess a guy with a small penis? Wouldn't the women in that world make fun of me if they saw me with such a tiny thing?"
...
System: -___-
Ding... cough... cough...
"The host has nothing to worry about. The system, being a perverted system, will keep this peculiarity of the host intact!"
Seeing this, Yoo Jeon sighed in relief, but instantly his eyes burned.
"Damn it, imagine if I possessed a shota! If what the system says is true, wouldn't that mean I'd be a shota with a huge member, fucking MILFs in another world?" Thinking of this, Yoo Jeon imagined all kinds of MILFs falling at his feet while he, a little shota, laughed uproariously with his giant member on full display.
System: ---_____---
Thinking about it gave Yoo Jeon an uncontrollable desire to try it. At that moment, he hesitated between returning to his world or enjoying the new reward he had obtained.
"Forget it. Let's take a look at the other world. Besides, I miss Shia's milky breasts!" Yoo Jeon thought this after considering it for a few minutes.
"System, it's time to return!" Yoo Jeon exclaimed to himself.
DING!
[Confirmed] Received by system.] Initiating dimensional transfer protocol...
HOST: SEO JOON.
STATE: STABLE.
LOCAL TIME: 3:30 AM
PROCESSING...
...
CONFIRMED: DIMENSIONAL COORDINATES FOUND. INITIATING DIMENSIONAL CROSSING...]
Buzz!
Yoo Jeon's body glowed and vanished instantly. After his departure, the entire plane turned black and white; nothing moved, time had stopped.