SSS-Ranked Trash Hero: I Was Scammed Into Being Summoned-Chapter 75: A Woman’s Body
In this life, a man has many fantasies. Some are well within reach, while others remain forever out of grasp. One man might want to be tall; another wants to be famous; another just wants to be rich. Then there is a very small, very specific category of men who wonder what it would actually feel like to be a woman.
Hiroshi was not one of them.
Maybe that was why, when he woke up a week ago as a woman, he couldn’t help but feel like the floor had been pulled out from under him.
The body he now possessed was soft— unnervingly soft. It felt like a sponge, or something made of silk, and he had spent the first hour just lying there wondering how a human being could even function like this without falling apart.
And then, of course, there was the shock of the missing parts. To have your companion through life and death suddenly disappear and leave nothing behind but empty space was a difficult thing to just move past. It wasn’t just strange. It was borderline depressing.
But as Hiroshi spent more time in this new skin, he started to understand why it felt so alien. He had been right that no ordinary person could be this soft. Because this wasn’t just a woman’s body. It was a demon’s body.
He lay flat on his back and stared at the ceiling of a depressingly empty room. Aside from the creaky bed beneath him, there was only a wobbly wooden table and a mirror that hadn’t seen a cleaning cloth in years. No decorations. No personal touches. Just four stone walls and the kind of silence that pressed down on you.
Hovering right in front of his eyes was a translucent screen.
[ Status Window ]
Name: Lena Voss ( Formerly: Hiroshi Tanaka )
Age: 34
Race: Demon — High-Tier Half-Succubus
Level: 158
[ Attributes ]
HP: 12,400 / 12,400
MP: 45,600 / 45,600
Strength: 140 (Surprisingly high for someone who feels like a sponge)
Agility: 210
Vitality: 145
Intelligence: 340
Allure/Charisma: MAX
[ Racial Traits & Skills ]
Passive: Demonic Grace 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
Passive: Life Sense
Active: Charm Aura
Active: Shape Shift (Partial)
Special: Mana Drain
[ Current Status Effects ]
Identity Crisis Intelligence and Wisdom stats are currently fluctuating due to mental stress.
[ Dungeon Notice ]
You have entered a Special Grade Dungeon.
You have possessed the body of Lena Voss, butler to the 12th Demon Prince.
Partial memories have been transferred from Lena Voss to Hiroshi.
Complete the quest to clear the dungeon.
Main Quest: Make the fallen prince the Demon King.
He was in a minor land called Ashfen, sitting at the very edge of the Demon Empire. For someone who held the title of 12th Demon Prince, staying this far from the capital said everything about his standing. It wasn’t a posting. It was an exile with a polite name attached to it.
(From this point on, Hiroshi would be known as Lena.)
Just thinking about the fact that she had to turn this forgotten prince into the Demon King was enough to make her head hurt. But the main quest wasn’t even her most immediate problem. There were also the dungeon rules to deal with.
She summoned the status window again and pulled up the rule list.
[ DUNGEON RULES ]
Rule 1— Possession Lock: Once a hero possesses a body, they cannot leave it voluntarily. If the host body dies, the hero dies inside the dungeon and returns to the real world in a coma, possibly a permanent one.
Rule 2 — Surface Memory Transfer: Heroes receive the host’s public identity, basic relationships, job knowledge, and social standing. Private memories, secrets, and emotions are not included. Heroes must fake familiarity and gather information on their own.
Rule 3 — Physical Inheritance: Heroes inherit the host’s physical abilities, skills, and mana. Real-world abilities do not carry over. A hero who was a sword master before entering is only as strong as the body they now inhabit.
Rule 4 — No Direct Communication: Direct communication to other heroes is forbidden.
Rule 5 — Scenario Integrity: The dungeon must remain internally consistent. If a hero acts in a way that breaks the story’s logic, the dungeon will trigger corrective events. These events are always bad for the hero who caused them.
Rule 6 — Death Permanence: Any character killed inside the scenario stays dead. There is no reversal.
Rule 7 — Time Pressure: The dungeon runs on a hidden timer. Certain events are pre-scheduled. If heroes do not act, the story moves forward on its own — and that almost always leads to a state where clearing the dungeon becomes impossible.
Lena closed the window and let out a slow breath.
She already had the memories that came with the body, Lena Voss’s public life, her duties, the faces she was supposed to recognize. But the gaps were everywhere. Private things. The prince’s actual personality.
None of that had come with the transfer.
She turned her head and looked at the grimy mirror across the room.
She is extremely beautiful in a clear, natural way, with features that are mostly human but slightly unusual.
Her face is well-proportioned with smooth, flawless skin and a soft, light complexion. Her cheekbones are slightly high, giving her face a defined shape, while her jawline remains soft and feminine. Her lips are full and naturally red, and her nose is straight and small.
Her eyes are large and slightly almond-shaped. Their color is a deep red with a faint glow in certain light, which hints at her demonic heritage. Her pupils can narrow slightly like a cat’s when she focuses on something. Her eyelashes are long and dark, which makes her gaze more striking.
Her hair is long, thick, and dark, usually black or very dark brown. It falls smoothly down her back and often frames her face naturally.
Her body is slim but curvy in a natural way. She has a narrow waist, balanced hips, and long legs. Her posture is confident and relaxed, and she moves smoothly and gracefully.
The succubus traits appear in subtle ways. Two small horns grow from the sides of her head, curving slightly backward. They are smooth and dark, blending somewhat into her hair. Her ears are slightly pointed, but still close to human.
She sat up slowly and glanced toward the single window in the room. Outside, the estate grounds were quiet. Ashfen itself was the kind of place that never made noise, a land at the edge of everything, where nothing important was supposed to happen.
The transferred memories told her the prince had been away in the capital for the past week. Business that the memories didn’t elaborate on.
He was due back today.
She stood, straightened the clothes she’d slept in, and walked to the window. The road leading to the estate gates was still empty, but that wouldn’t last much longer. Somewhere between here and the capital, the 12th Demon Prince was already on his way home and when he arrived, she was going to have to look him in the eye and pretend she had always been exactly who she was.
But the gate was still quiet.
She decided to go make tea.
