I’m Trying to End This Possession - Chapter 243

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Chapter 243

 

 

 

 

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Viego personally dyed Dana’s hair blonde.

‘Most of the Northern Barbarians have blonde or silver hair.’

Moreover, most of them had pale skin and light pigmentation.

Fortunately, both Viego and Dana had overall bright coloring, so they blended in with the Barbarians without seeming out of place.

‘With blonde hair, we look like siblings…’

Indeed, rumors began to spread in the village that they were siblings from the sheep ranch.

They began to gradually interact with the Mountain Foot Village, with Dana selling wool and sheep milk, while Viego butchered sheep to sell meat.

Dana found this extremely uncomfortable.

“Viego. Do you really have to do that kind of work? Wouldn’t selling wool and milk be enough?”

Butchering sheep.

It really didn’t suit Viego.

Viego was beautiful like the shepherd in the Scripture. He was like a beautiful young man loved by gods in mythology.

It would suit him better to just peacefully tend to the sheep…

“All commoners live like this.”

However, Viego was surprisingly firm.

“In the countryside like this, it’s normal for ranches to handle butchering too. It would be strange not to.”

Of course that’s true. But still…

In the end, Dana hesitated and spoke honestly.

“Viego likes sheep.”

“What?”

“Rodrigo said so. That Viego has loved sheep tremendously since childhood, and always lived with sheep.”

“…”

“That’s why he still doesn’t eat sheep.”

Then Viego frowned his golden eyebrows. What nonsense. He muttered to himself and said.

“I did that on purpose.”

“Huh?”

“Do you think Grandfather could even imagine that I’m living in the Barbarian Lands butchering sheep?”

“…”

He couldn’t. Absolutely not.

No one in the world would predict it.

“And now that kind of thing means nothing to me. Don’t indulge in useless sentimentality.”

At Viego’s cold words, Dana lowered her head. She had nothing to say.

Was it just her imagination?

It sounded like he had given up everything else he loved for Dana alone.

She should feel sad, she should feel sorry…

‘Why do I feel like this?’

Her chest tightened. As if something was gripping her heart tightly and twisting it…

A sharp pain washed over her.

It was a very sweet pain.

 

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Time spent with Viego passed like that.

Winter passed, and spring arrived.

‘I like Viego.’

She thought this as each day passed.

‘I like Viego so much.’

That thought gradually expanded.

‘I like Viego the most in this world.’

Uncontrollably, her head began to fill with thoughts of Viego.

‘The only person who truly cared for me is Viego!’

Demian and Rodrigo were all just pursuing their own desires.

Because they never once gave me things like books!

Dana read books for the first time. They were gifts from Viego.

Dana gained knowledge by reading books, learned about the world, and learned about people.

And she also realized how strange a woman she was.

The most shocking thing was this.

‘The worship rituals I participated in, those weren’t normal.’

The past 10 years. The Diana Church worship rituals she participated in consistently every week.

Those times of burning with passion while swept up in hot lust were not normal.

‘Lust was supposed to be restrained. It wasn’t supposed to be freely expressed.’

But the demonic nature accumulated bit by bit through 10 years of worship rituals couldn’t be shaken off in an instant.

“Viego…”

On days when Viego was away from the house.

Dana sometimes lay on Viego’s bed and savored his scent.

When she smelled that scent, her whole body became languid.

Viego wasn’t just handsome in appearance and voice.

Even his body scent was beautiful. It was truly like moonlight. Noble and quiet and lofty, yet never within my grasp…

“Viego.”

I like you so much.

I like you. I like you. I like you. Viego, I like you…

Dana was soaked in his scent and panted.

Viego would despise me if he knew I was this kind of woman.

‘So I need to stop having these feelings.’

Yes, like Viego.

‘I want to become like Viego too.’

Dana liked Viego’s ascetic side.

She liked his restrained expressions.

His always calm gaze too. His lips that didn’t smile easily too. His reverent gestures too. His long and beautiful fingers that suited musical instruments, his firm fingertips too…

How wonderful it would be if he touched me with those hands like this.

“Ah…”

Just imagining it.

Just from imagining it.

I really like it so much.

“Viego.”

I like you.

I like you. I like you. I like you. I like you. I like you. I like you I like you I like you I like you I like you I like you I like you I like you I like you I like you!

“Viego, Viego…”

Pronouncing his name as if in pain, Dana realized.

That she really wasn’t normal.

Her obsession and desire for Viego had grown so large that Dana felt like a huge monster herself.

Viego would be horrified if he knew, wouldn’t he?

He might abandon me and run away.

So I need to hide it well so he won’t find out. I need to conceal it.

“Hehe…”

Dana buried her face in his pillow and let out a laugh. Then she suddenly burst into tears.

‘God, please remove this feeling from within me.’

I want to become a woman that Viego would like.

Back to before I was broken. To the kind of woman that Viego reminisced about and praised…

 

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The third season with Viego.

Summer had finally arrived.

“Eva, can you bring more milk next time? There are so many people looking for it.”

“Oh, yes. I’ll try to do that.”

“The sheep milk from Eva’s ranch is really fresh! Is it because the pasture is good?”

Dana lived under the alias Eva.

And she was gradually starting to interact with the villagers.

Originally, it was work that Viego did alone.

 

“Now you need to know how to do it too.”

 

Viego was preparing to leave her. Each time, Dana became anxious.

‘I don’t want to be separated from Viego.’

It was a different emotion from the fear of not wanting to be alone.

“Um, Eva. About Adam.”

Adam was Viego’s alias.

“Does he have any thoughts about meeting someone for marriage?”

“…What?”

“Oh my, all our daughters have fallen lovesick and are lying around!”

“…”

“It’s not just our daughters. You know? All the young women in the village are waiting with their necks craned for the day Adam comes down to the village!”

Dana bit her lips tightly. She knew.

‘Could Viego be meeting a village woman?’

Recently. Viego had gone out in the middle of the night.

 

“Don’t wait up and go to sleep.”

 

But Dana waited.

Viego didn’t return until dawn, and when he did, she caught an unfamiliar soap scent from him.

‘Did he wash himself outside before coming in?’

But why?

At this hour, where, with whom, what had he done?

 

“Viego. What exactly did you go do?”

 

She had asked once, unable to hold back any longer.

 

“You don’t need to know.”

 

Dana was left speechless.

Is that so. Do I have no right to know?

“…Well. I’m not really sure either.”

The moment she spoke honestly, she felt so miserable.

After finishing her conversation with the merchant woman, Dana walked out of the store feeling dejected.

And she saw Viego having a conversation with a woman.

Instantly, intense jealousy clawed at her heart.

Is it that woman?

Did he meet that woman at dawn? Did he sleep with that woman? Is that why he washed himself?

Then Viego seemed to notice her, and their eyes met.

At that moment, Dana quickly turned around. She began running as if fleeing with all her might.

He’ll chase after me, right? He’ll come after me, right?

He’ll leave that woman behind and chase after me, right?

Huff, huff, she ran panting for a while. When she finally entered a deserted forest path.

Only then did Dana look back.

“…”

Viego was there. He had followed while maintaining that same initial distance.

He furrowed his brow and asked.

“What exactly are you doing?”

Viego chased after me.

A moment of base satisfaction washed over her, but she quickly became sad.

Even though he could easily catch me.

Viego, who never came closer than necessary.

Someday he would gradually grow distant and leave me forever.

That’s when it happened.

Plop. Pitter-patter. Raindrops began to fall.

It seemed like a shower, as Dana’s entire body quickly got wet. Soon it was pounding loudly on her head.

“Let’s go back.”

Viego said, sweeping back his golden hair that had gotten wet in an instant.

“Dana.”

“…”

“Hurry.”

She didn’t move. She didn’t answer either.

Only then, as if he had no choice, he approached closer. He grabbed her slender forearm.

“Follow me.”

At that moment, her heart sank.

The place he touched… his grip.

All her nerves concentrated there.

For some reason, just that alone made Dana feel ecstatic enough to make her head dizzy.

Apparently thinking to avoid the rain first, Viego dragged her under a large apple tree blooming profusely with flowers.

And as soon as they arrived, the hand gripping her forearm fell away. Without a trace of lingering attachment.

More.

It would be nice if he touched me more.

That desire was so pathetic and miserable that Dana hung her head low. Her eyes quickly reddened. She felt like the most pathetic fool in the world.

“Why.”

Viego let out a low sigh.

“Why are you crying.”

Dana bit her lips tightly.

Because you’re preparing to leave me.

You’re everything to me. I can’t live without you.

“Dana. Tell me.”

Dana hesitated, then hesitated again, before slowly lifting her head to look at Viego.

“Can’t you live with me?”

Swoooosh.

Compared to the fierce sound of crashing rain, her voice was far too fragile.

“With me, here, from now on, forever….”

Words were not enough.

Really, they were far too insufficient.

So in the end, she reached out her hand. She drew closer.

She placed her fingertips on Viego’s arm and embraced him as if pulling him close.

Thump thump. Thump thump. Wet fabric. Beyond that thin barrier, their touching skin was burning hot.

Her heart beat frantically fast.

Dana didn’t hide it. As if confessing, she pressed her chest firmly against his body, transmitting her heartbeat to Viego. And she looked up at him with eyes filled with deep longing.

As if pleading desperately, as if begging earnestly.

“….”

Even in such a moment, how smooth he was.

Viego’s face looking down expressionlessly was just like a sculpture carved from ivory. Without the slightest disturbance….

No.

It stirred.

The moment she thought cracks had formed on his face, his hand grabbed the back of her head and pulled her toward him.

“…!”

Hot lips.

Burning breath.

That was all she could feel.

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