Ash was getting tired of dealing with all the bitches in the hallway of his manor. The servants were skulking around like cats around cancer and acting like a bunch of fucktards, in his opinion.

He was thrown in prison again. Just because he used his annoying step brother as a scratching post doesn’t mean that he deserved to be treated like a disposable bitch. He didn’t even understand the cries of his blubbering brother as he pointed at Ash, but his father threw him here anyway. He crossed his feet together and gritted his teeth together in rage.

Ash was a young looking boy with messy, unnaturally dark black hair. He had a delicate image but drew his brows and mouth into firm, taut lines. He was pale with a wispy frame that gave him a touch of vulnerability. Despite being scragged up and beaten, there was an unnaturally determined fire burning in his bright pink eyes–an inheritance from his mother.

He was disturbed by a guard sliding food into his cell.

“Oi fucker!”

Ash barked at the guard who flinched visibly.

“After you finish delivering, tell the count I have something to tell him.”

He’ll play along for now.

The impressionable guard trembled but squeaked out a response.

“Y-yes sir!”

Unfortunately for him, his fucker of a step brother was his dad’s favorite. But knowing how stupidly arrogant his dad was, he’d accept an apology from Ash. Which meant Ash didn’t have to bother with that ridiculous joke of an younger brother instead. He’ll enjoy him fuming instead after his dad lets him off.

The young guard left the room quickly as he came in. The door shut timidly as Ash tsked in annoyance. He didn’t care about much at all, but it seems like a baby squirrel went and sobbed on its own just because it was ignored.

Every single one of them were revolting and bothersome.

When he was starting to get lost in his recollections, Ash felt a small headache come in. He thought it’d go away soon but his head soon began to throb in pain before feeling it smolder.

“Keeeuek! What the fuck–”

His head was burning his brains out. He twisted on the dirty prison floor in agony as he clutched at his head.

“Ga–fucking son of a bitch…”

Ash fell unconscious, blinded by the pain and deeply upset.

An unknown amount of time passed before his body stirred. Ash’s eyes opened.

“Hmm?”

He hurriedly picked himself off the floor and dusted off the dirt from his clothes before regarding his surroundings.

“Where am I…”

It was Jackson now.

He stood still for a moment. His bangs were getting in the way of his eyes but he didn’t bother to brush them off like usual. All he could do was zone out in shock .

“Huh?”

A potato chip. A potato chip…A potato chip killed him.

….

…

..

“God why!?”

Jackson was outraged as he kicked at the wall. His foot began to hurt and he regretted it instantly. He bent back down to the floor in agony as a sudden wave of despair hit him.

“Oh my god…my foot. My money. My cars. My babies! My Br*itling B21. My R*lex!”

He listlessly hugged his knees as he thought of all the money he didn’t spend.

“Fuck. If I knew this would’ve happened I would’ve spent it all without caring…”

He twiddled with his fingers in annoyance.

“Where the hell am I anyways?”

After finishing his grieving, a fragment of sensibility entered as he began to pay more attention to his surroundings.

He was in a medieval looking jail cell for some reason. Something felt wrong with his body too…he didn’t always remember being so short. Jackson looked down and yelped.

“Huh? Why are my hands so small?”

Jackson’s rough hands and calluses from spending days writing at home became replaced with fleshy, delicate digits and palms. He began to take a serious look at the other parts of his body. It wasn’t just his hands. His feet, his arms, legs, everything had shrunk. He pinched his cheek in desperation, wondering if it was a dream.

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“Geh.”

He could feel the stinging pain. Something weird was going on. Where the hell was he?

“Huh?”

“?”

In surprise Jackson flitted his head around and looked for the direction of the voice. He didn’t see anyone around.

“Strange, I don’t see anyone…”

The voice echoed inside of his head, almost as though it came right beside him. Which made it stranger to the man who believed he was alone.

“Who the hell are you and what the fuck did you do to my body, you motherfucker?!”

The voice screeched loudly and Jackson had a vision of a figure stomping heavily on the ground. He felt a sharp pain in his ear and an almost sensation of his brain being uncomfortably massaged. It sent a shiver down his spine in revulsion.

“Whoa! Relax, I have no clue what’s going on either! I just got here and I didn’t choose to be stuck inside some cell!”

“What the fuck you mean by that!”

“I was just finishing up my novel before I died…anyhow I thought I’d end up in hell or something. Where is this and who are you?”

“A fucking jail cell obviously why the fuck would I tell you who I am!?.”

Jackson felt a vein pop in his head.

“Stop being such a brat and give me a straight answer.”

“No, you tell me first who and what the hell are you? Give back my body you fucker!”

He rubbed the area between my brows and tried to calm down a little. Talking now wouldn’t lead to any productive conversation. After his thoughts were ordered a bit better Jackson responded back to him.

“I’m Jackson. I’m a writer who died recently and woke up. I’m sorry for taking your body, but I have no clue how I ended up here either. What’s your name?”

Now that he had the time to, he realized the voice was rather young sounding. It wouldn’t do any good to get on this body’s owner’s bad side either.

He heard the voice pause before hesitantly responding.

“I go by Ash. Now tell me–”

“...Ash!? Ash Kurton?!”

“Do you want me to spell it out for you, you fucker!? Huhhhh?? How the fuck do you not know where you are if you know my family name, you dumb fuck?!”

Jackson widened his eyes in shock. He searched all around the room for his reflection before noticing the cup of water that was recently delivered. He peered down at his reflection and saw the appearance of a young Ash Kurton. It was his villain. More specifically, the protagonist of “The Obsessive Love Interests are all over me, kya~”

After dying, his soul ended up in the world of “The Obsessive Love Interests are all over me, kya~” in the body of Ash Kurton with his voice still lingering inside his body.

It was the serialization he began a cursed four years ago that started out with highly acclimated ratings but lacked popularity because of its unoriginality. So somewhere along the lines, he had said “fuck it”, and stealthily injected his darker ‘tastes’ into the story that led to public outrage and a resulting trend. He still remembered releasing Ash’s first of many kidnappings with Sonnet drooling on Ash’s face as a joke. It unexpectedly blew off the charts for the first time and caused all his fans to turn into dark fans…he got downvoted and disliked to hell. Some readers were sobbing about their precious cinnamon roll character being ruined and never being able to mentally recover. But. Those fans continued his series and introduced their friends to it too. It’s too bad, it was their fault they had crap taste!

He went off rocker after seeing all the money pour in. He never saw so many zeros lined up in his bank account, and ended up researching and injected elements that further corrupted his already disturbed mind, all the meanwhile increasing his viewership. He just kept slipping into more and more treacherous territories. There were moments where he despaired at his innocence after seeing all that cu*king, b*ndage, xxxx, xxxxx, and xxxx in xxx, with xxxxxx in xxxx or that one time he wrote about a girl that xxxx with an xxxxx…but he regressed. His first baby lambo was enough to have him happily leap into the black hole. There was no looking back.

But he hadn’t imagined that he’d be summoned to the world of my obsessive love interests after he died.

“If I knew this would happen, I would’ve made Ash a rich bastard with a golden spoon instead…”

Ash Kurton. He was the bastard son of a noble that used to deal with non-human slaves known as beast specters.

He would run away from home at 16 to become an adventurer, before happily becoming a member of the assassination guild. His life was going great until Jackson decided to write about his encounters with several peculiar women. It all went downhill from there. After a brief moment of happiness as an assassin guild’s leader, Ash was chained up, kidnapped, tied, manipulated, threatened with lives of his fellow assassins, chained up and used as fodder for a dragon, xxx in xxxx, xx inxxxxx, xxxxx, xxxxxxxxxx. At the very end he became the most hated harem member’s sex pet.

This occurred partially because Jackson saw the fanbase bet online on who would end up with the protagonist. Lavender was treated as a joke at the time, coming in at last place for the guesses. If there was anything he could agree on with them as an author, it was that Lavender was nasty. She was most definitely not his favorite character. After all, he based her off of his creepy first girlfriend from his sports club. But seeing the pools of money counted towards the other girls made him a little petty and greedy. He placed a large amount of his money on Lavender with a fan account while solidifying her as the female lead in the next chapter.

The amount of fan wars and online warfare back in those days was incredible…but not as incredible as the money.

Seeing the amount of money quadruple in size was immensely satisfying and he remembered cackling in front of his screen as he saw the rest of the fans cry like babies. He was once elected as the most hated man on the internet at some point but he didn’t care since his money was there to comfort him. Fond memories, but with horrible consequences.

“Oh my god…”

He was royally screwed. It was Lavender. The craziest bitch that he made where he used every cent of his perverse lore and studied his fanbase fetishes to create. She was a nasty sadistic asshole that was utterly obsessed with Ash, and wanted to xxx and xxxxx, or to xxxxx bleep* xxxxx bleep xxxxx.

Admittedly he was a bit stoned on weed when he first wrote those scenarios… Jackson was quaking badly but decided to be optimistic.

Luckily, Ash still seemed young so the main events of the storyline shouldn’t have happened yet. He turned his attention back onto the voice, no Ash Kurton.

“Oi bastard, fucking listen when someone is talking to you! Are you deaf or what, huh?!”

“Hey kiddo. How old are you this year?”

It wouldn’t do any good to explain the situation to the still raging child. It’d simply go through one ear and out the other with Ash’s current wariness. He’d be more surprised if he didn’t call him crazy.

“Fucker I’m the same age as whatever you are! Now give my body back. I don’t care if you don’t know how, find a way!”

“Alright, alright. Calm down for a second.”

Jackson cracked a wide, nefarious smile.

“Think about it. I’m in control of your body. If I wanted to I can even take the both of us out or publicly embarrass you haha! Didn’t you have a maid here that you admired? Her name is Corvina, right? I’ll start flirting with them. Right after I get freed, I’ll go to her right away. “Dear, lady, beautiful temptress, your beauty is so mesmerizing I find myself getting lost in those–”

“wa–”

Jackson could visualize Ash’s face getting angrier by the second.

“Pesky sonofabitch! You’re going to end up embarrassed as well!”

Jackson nefariously grinned with Ash’s bright eyes.

“You think I give a shit about that crap when it's not my body? I’m waiting for you to spill the tea. Come’on, start with your age. None of this will happen if you just cooperate.”

“Fuck!”

“Hahahahahahaha!”

1 to 0. He won over his annoying bastard protagonist. He created every molecule in his body, so how could he not understand him?

“You fucking cocky peace of shit think you can get what you want?! Huhhh?!”

But after saying that, Ash paused for a moment and tsked a little.

“…Fine! I’m 14 years old bastard don’t you fucking dare!”

“That’s right. That’s how it should be kiddo. Respect your elders. I’m 21 and practically your father!”

Jackson heard an undecipherable stream of curses but decided to let it slide since he was still the winner. Ash was still 14, which meant he had a decent amount of time left before the story started at 16 years of age. He had plenty to prepare within the time span.

“Fucker, you nasty sonofabitch. You get the fuck away from you, you cheap ass son of a whore. Fucker who occupies people’s bodies like a liability, a maggot of a fucking human…get the hell out my body!”

Jackson yelped as he felt a piercing headache. Clutching at his head, he fell to his knees as he felt the sensation of someone puncturing his brain. He felt as though someone had pierced a thousand micro needles through his skull. Jackson fell unconscious quickly.