Ch.20Chapter 20 – Some Things Are Forbidden Even in Dreams (1)

# The Plot of “I was Possessed In Idle Game”

“I can’t say you don’t know about a man named Kang Si-woo who crossed over to this world from elsewhere, Gabriel.”

The protagonist of this novel, an office worker named Kang Si-woo, found his only joy and refuge in life playing smartphone games after work.

The game was titled “Making the Saintess Happy in an Idle Game,” where the player becomes a hero who defeats monsters to raise the affection level of the Saintess as the main objective.

In this game, the Saintess was Azazel, who was nicknamed the Saintess of Mercy before she encountered the Outer God.

Like the real-world game “AlXego,” she was a character who listened to players’ concerns using psychological assessment choices.

Kang Si-woo was obsessed with this game character, decorating his entire room with her merchandise and figurines.

Since there are many people in real life who are passionate about subculture games, I thought I could make a commercially viable web novel with just that premise.

“Hmm… I’m really curious about your source of information. Are you perhaps basing this on the future that child saw?”

Gabriel, who had been listening to my story with wide, blinking eyes in surprise, properly adjusted the hand that had been supporting her chin.

In my original work, Kang Si-woo gets hit by a truck, then becomes possessed as the hero in the game world, and immediately upon opening his eyes, meets a pink-haired woman.

‘The problem was that she wasn’t Azazel who had been waiting for Kang Si-woo, but her identical older sister…’

I sighed deeply while looking at Azazel’s face. I never expected that my novel, which reflected my inability to escape my brother’s shadow, would come back to me like this.

“No, I came to give that child a proper lover. How can someone be called a man if he can’t even recognize the person he likes?”

Kang Si-woo thinks the woman he first meets is Azazel and ends up traveling with Gabriel.

As they hold hands, embrace, and share passionate kisses while developing their feelings.

Eventually, their relationship progresses to the point where they mix bodies like beasts, and Azazel, who witnesses this scene, falls into despair—this is how the early chapters of my “I was Possessed In Idle Game” begin.

Back then, I wanted to start with spicy content to aim for a viral rebound.

“My goodness… What an unexpected story. Most men act like their brains are attached to their genitals.”

Gabriel narrowed her eyes as she shifted her gaze to my groin. I never described such a perverted gaze in my writing.

Succubi are a race specialized in digging into people’s minds, finding their weaknesses, and showing them the dreams they desire.

“Do you really intend not to touch your disciples? Even when they come of age?”

Gabriel, who had somehow read information from me using her unique demon eyes, mockingly brought up the topic.

I know that Bi-wol has special feelings for me. I also know that Verdandi harbors emotions beyond ordinary affection, but…

“How could a father who touches a child he raised like his own be called human? Even beasts don’t do such things.”

I will absolutely never lay hands on my disciples.

Because I’m the one who pushed them into the abyss of misfortune, and I only saved them for my own self-satisfaction.

This cannot be called love.

“I happen to like such dog-like men. Unlike your disciples, I’m an adult.”

“Shut up.”

I grabbed Gabriel’s wrist as she tried to tickle my chest with her finger, expressing my displeasure.

Though she appears angelic on the outside, she’s a devilish woman who would steal someone else’s lover for her own amusement.

“Fine. So why did you call for me?”

“To check if there are any discrepancies between what I know about Azazel Blackheart’s activities and the facts. And…”

I slowly revealed my main point to Gabriel. I thought her guidance was essential to meet Azazel now.

“…to make you guide me to Azazel.”

“My, you’re doing this even knowing I’ve become intimate with the person she likes?”

“Yes.”

I nodded as I listened to Gabriel’s words. It was part of the setting that she and I needed to be revealed to Azazel.

The Saintess who was disappointed at not meeting the original protagonist Kang Si-woo in her smartphone.

Azazel spent her days gradually developing her affection for him, dreaming of the chance to meet him someday.

However,

‘In the end, Azazel doesn’t know exactly what kind of person Kang Si-woo is. She only saw his good side and thought he had no flaws.’

In reality, I had set up the real-world Kang Si-woo, not his hero character, as not such a good male protagonist.

Like a typical harem protagonist who doesn’t turn away any woman who comes to him and holds back those who try to leave.

It was partly my fault for creating a narrative thinking it would be stimulating if the heroine experienced BSS (I liked him first).

‘I planned it as a harem story from the beginning.’

There was also an issue with how much emphasis I put on depicting the Saintess’s one-sided love for the male protagonist in “I was Possessed In Idle Game.”

This ultimately led to a flood of criticism in the comments and community for the early chapters, leaving only a single reader by the end.

“Isn’t this actually an opportunity for you? Pretending you did it on purpose to prevent your younger sister from meeting a garbage man.”

When I said this, Gabriel’s eyes immediately narrowed, and her lips quivered.

No matter how identical twins might be, a person’s atmosphere, tone, behavior, and habits cannot be completely the same.

As Kang Si-woo got to know Gabriel, he couldn’t help but feel this dissonance.

Just as she cannot read all the information I’m hiding now, there are limits to a succubus’s abilities.

“That’s right. At some point, even though that man knew I wasn’t his sister, he turned a blind eye to that fact and desired my body.”

Gabriel made a gesture as if emphasizing her chest by pulling it together with both hands, and when I turned my gaze away, she smirked.

Thus, Gabriel was a contradictory character, like someone with both angelic and demonic sides.

At first, she approached him partly out of curiosity about how it would feel to steal her sister’s love.

“Occasionally when he got angry, he would choke my neck, hit me, and even order me to harm myself, saying he was curious to see my face in pain.”

Later, she deliberately showed the NTR scene because she thought such a man should never be allowed near her sister.

“Wasn’t it painful?”

“Well… There have been many men who treated me worse, so I thought that level was normal?”

Gabriel sipped her tea and spoke as if it were nothing. For her, love was like that.

An outlet for sadistic and masochistic, twisted emotions.

“That’s not love. How can violence be love?”

I shook my head as I watched her. That was the same logic I had when I was young.

After my brother died, I thought even my father’s domestic violence was better than indifference.

“Is that so? There are many forms of love, and I just think of it more comprehensively.”

“That’s sophistry. Would someone like that steal from a bad man to prevent him from approaching?”

“…You really are different. I’d like to spend a night with you to see what you’re like.”

She was trying to test me by casting an aphrodisiac spell. I immediately drew up the cold energy within me to block any foreign energy from entering.

“Is Azazel really in the monastery here? Since she’s a succubus, the old men of the papal office wouldn’t recognize her as a Saintess.”

“Yes, but it’s quite a remote place. An arrangement to prevent my sister from falling in love with the wrong man.”

I had once written that love is like a deadly poison to a succubus.

For a succubus who should enjoy new experiences by having physical relationships with numerous men,

I thought it would be interesting to have a setting where devoted love for just one man would be dangerous enough to risk one’s life.

It was a kind of cliché twist.

So I added the setting of this street where one could taste new experiences and dreams without any love, for plausibility.

“Do you know she made a contract with an Outer God?”

“Yes, we succubi will do anything when we fall in love.”

As Gabriel said this, her fingertips trembled slightly, and she forced a smile at the corners of her mouth.

“Can you guide me? I’d like to meet Azazel with my disciples.”

“Why should I do that?”

“I want to help that child meet a proper man and learn about love. I have the same feelings as you.”

“…My goodness.”

As if surprised by the words that came out of my mouth, Gabriel covered her mouth with her hand and shrugged.

“What’s your name?”

“Bing-yeon. I run a small sect in the East. Simply put, it’s a place where I take in children with nowhere to go and teach them martial arts.”

After hearing my name, Gabriel repeated, “Bing-yeon… Bing-yeon…” a few times, then spoke with a satisfied expression.

“…Your disciples already seem to be head over heels for you. I wonder if our Azazel would be safe in your hands.”

“I think it’s just a moment of light affection. Perhaps when they come of age and meet more people, their perspective will change.”

I said this, but Gabriel shook her head and laughed softly as if in disbelief.

“Someone like you should know that the weight of love has nothing to do with age, right?”

“I know that much, but they’re still children I’ve raised like daughters. If I don’t harbor ill intentions, they’ll let go of their lingering feelings.”

This was also why I served them succubus food to help them experience new love.

No matter how much they were saved by me, why would they continue to harbor feelings for an old man like me?

In normal society, a master who touches his disciples isn’t just criticized as a thief but called trash.

“Is that so? I’d like to watch from the sidelines.”

“I’ll pass. So, will you guide me?”

“Yes! Of course…”

Just as Gabriel was about to nod and respond, the firmly closed back door opened, and several men entered.

“It’s an emergency! Ms. Gabriel! The guests are causing a commotion in their dreams!”

The owners of those voices were incubi. They had bruises on their faces as if someone had hit them.

“Ugh… I never thought I’d get kicked in the groin in a dream…”

“I, I just recited some romantic lines, and my tongue was almost pulled out…”

Their faces were covered in terror and cold sweat. With an ominous feeling, I could guess where the incident originated.

“Who on earth…? No, how could anyone resist a succubus’s dream in the first place?!”

Yes, if they were ordinary people or adventurers, this couldn’t have happened. They shouldn’t be able to resist after eating succubus food.

However,

“…It must be my disciples. I apologize, everyone.”

It seemed that the final bosses, whom I had set up as the strongest and most terrifying to mark the climax of a novel, weren’t falling for such tricks.