I’m Trying to End This Possession - Chapter 314

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Chapter 314

 

 

 

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Dana doubted her own ears.

What did I just hear?

“What do you mean?”

“What?”

“What did you just say?”

Then Viego looked down at her obliquely with a surprisingly calm expression.

“Is there a problem?”

“….”

A problem?

No, it’s not that there’s a problem, but.

“If you think you have feelings for me, wake up from that dream. You’re one of the three people I hate most in this world.”

“I see.”

“….”

Dana’s eyebrows rose at the unexpectedly cool response.

And soon she felt embarrassed.

Why did I say something like that? There’s no way Viego Windsor would have feelings for me.

“Talk while walking. We don’t have time.”

Tap.

When Viego pushed her back with the handle of his cane, Dana was certain.

Of course. There’s no way Viego Windsor would.

While she quickly escaped from her confusion, the scene in the mirror had already changed.

A long, long corridor.

It was a space Dana knew.

‘It’s the Great Cathedral of the Holy Land.’

And, Demian.

When she saw that bastard’s face, Dana’s expression twisted sharply. Demian was kissing his wife—Danawin Windsor.

His son, even though Viego was watching, even though there were servants passing by.

Even so, Demian caressed Dana’s body without hesitation and pressed against her passionately. And….

 

Wrath

 

“….”

Dana unconsciously covered her mouth with her hand. Her fingertips trembled slightly.

This is strange. Really strange. No matter how much I don’t want to misunderstand, this is as if that person is—

‘No, that can’t be.’

There must be another reason. Let me pull myself together. Dana firmly grasped her rationality.

Then once again the scene reflected in the mirror changed.

This time too, it was a familiar space—Viego Windsor’s office.

Danae Windsor was sitting on the sofa, dozing lightly.

‘When was that?’

Come to think of it, long ago, when she was working hard to become the deputy family head. There was a time when she had dozed off on the sofa in Viego’s office….

Viego didn’t wake her and just watched her quietly.

She couldn’t believe it.

Viego Windsor, a man who wouldn’t even make eye contact with her for more than ten seconds.

When I was sleeping, he stared at me so boldly.

His gaze moved very slowly. Her cheek and neckline, and her round shoulders, her graceful curves, scanning them torturously slowly.

And Dana’s heart, watching that view, beat rapidly.

It’s nothing special.

He’s just looking.

The Viego of that moment was just silently buried deep in the sofa, with his hand on the armrest, quietly gazing.

But why, that gaze slowly moving downward, why is it so breathlessly tense.

His gaze swept over her soft cheek and soon settled on her lips. Pink lips breathing softly, through the slightly parted gap, her red tongue was visible. Wet with smooth saliva, a glistening tongue… that gaze slowly sliding into that moist interior….

Dana’s face flushed uncontrollably red. Viego Windsor was looking deeply at her lips. Even inside, very deeply.

This, this is probably.

 

Lust

 

The expected deadly sin was stamped like a brand.

Had she unconsciously stopped? Viego pushed her back again.

“Keep walking.”

And he said so nonchalantly.

“We don’t have time, so don’t stop.”

With such a plain and dry voice that it was hard to believe he was the owner of such a greedy gaze.

Unable to bear it any longer, Dana babbled with a reddened face.

“I had no idea. It seems you have sexual desire too?”

“Of course.”

“….”

It was an unexpected answer. Dana’s tongue froze stiff.

She just felt dizzy. Viego was making her so dizzy.

She wanted to stop walking. The more she walked, the more she progressed, the shell that had firmly covered him was peeling away, layer by layer.

And in the next scene, Dana was completely shocked and really stopped walking.

A forest with pouring rain.

Pure white apple blossoms fallen on the dirt, soaking wet.

And pure white hair visible below.

It’s not Danae. That’s Danawin.

Danawin is….

“Ah, ah.”

Dana unconsciously let out a short moan. Danawin. Danawin, soaked in rainwater, was doing that to Viego….

 

“It seems you have sexual desire too?”

“Of course.”

 

The conversation from a moment ago was being nakedly proven right there.

In the image, Viego’s hand groping through the air seemed to be trying to stop such Danawin. No, seemed to have stopped her.

Stop. Viego must have said that with a boiling voice. It was such a grip. Stop. Stop now. As if pleading until the end, no. Not anymore, as if letting out a cracked moan, such fingertips.

But Danawin didn’t stop, and Viego’s fingers holding her convulsed, soon thick tendons rose over the back of his hand, and then, and then….

The next moment, unable to endure, he roughly grabbed Danawin’s pure white hair.

 

Sloth

 

Dana was seized by a shock that made her feel like fainting. Everything in her head was swept away by a tsunami and became empty. Creak, creak, she barely continued her thoughts.

I,

What did I just see?

No, moreover,

‘Sloth? That?’

Being unable to overcome her temptation, being unable to endure until the end—that was sloth?

As Dana’s legs suddenly gave out and she swayed, Viego caught her.

“Pull yourself together.”

A shockingly sensual scene had just passed.

Yet Viego remained remarkably composed. He calmly gripped her shoulder and walked.

Meanwhile, the image in the mirror changed again. Fortunately, yet strangely, this time it wasn’t her. It wasn’t a woman.

It was Lyos.

[…in order to do that.]

Were they having a conversation?

[We need seven apostles]

Though no sound could be heard, Lyos’s face was so familiar that she could guess the dialogue just from his lip movements.

[I am the first apostle.]

[Viego Windsor, will you become the second apostle?]

Viego’s vision shook as if he was nodding.

 

Pride

 

Viego was the second apostle?

Dana asked blankly, as if entranced.

“What does it mean that seven apostles are needed?”

There was no answer.

He wouldn’t answer.

She wasn’t disappointed. Strangely, not in this moment. Because.

‘I feel strange.’

Her heart was in such turmoil.

When had her heart started beating so wildly?

What was certain was that right now, her heartbeat had become violent enough for her to hear it in her ears.

Because of Viego’s grip.

His broad, large palm, his long fingers, were grasping her forearm and supporting her.

His body touched her shoulder. She could feel steel-like muscles beneath his elegant suit, so surprisingly stimulating that it made her dizzy. And that bewildered her.

Why am I suddenly acting like this?

Ah, could this be the time of madness?

No. It’s not time for that yet. It’s not time for the personalities to mix.

But then why exactly.

Every time he touches me, every time I feel his strength, why does my stomach burn and heat up?

‘This… isn’t my emotion.’

This is Danawin’s emotion.

Dana realized. Perhaps, from the moment she first witnessed Danawin in the mirror, little by little, her emotions had been flowing out.

And just now, that scene. After witnessing her actively indulging in Viego, it was exploding out.

This emotion. This feeling. This desire.

This yearning to immediately rush over and embrace Viego, this absolutely unacceptable longing…

“Viego Windsor.”

It was so clear there was no room for doubt.

Danawin Windsor wanted Viego Windsor.

But this is Danawin’s heart. Barely suppressing it, she spoke calmly.

“For the past 3 months, while I was in a coma, I wandered through timelines and lived by possessing Danawin Windsor’s body. For a full 10 years.”

At that moment, Viego looked down at her. His gaze was utterly unreadable.

“So?”

“But I have almost no memory from after escaping the Sanctuary.”

“….”

“Did you perhaps take Danawin out of the Sanctuary?”

“….”

“Did you protect her?”

“….”

“Were you and Danawin lovers?”

Then Viego Windsor smiled faintly.

“Why.”

It was clearly mockery.

“Disgusting?”

Dana smiled back at him.

“Yes. Very disgusting.”

Not wanting to acknowledge this fascination toward him, this attraction, this revolting feeling, Dana’s lips spoke on their own.

“I was your father Demian’s wife. Having an affair with such a woman—are you in your right mind?”

At that moment, Viego’s eyebrows hardened. Dana didn’t miss that change. For confirmation, she pronounced each word clearly, as if writing characters.

“I was Demian’s wife, Viego.”

As expected.

As expected, as expected, as expected!

A faint flame flickered in Viego’s emerald eyes. Dana saw it clearly.

A reverse scale.

She had finally found Viego’s weak point, the weakness of a man who couldn’t be scratched by anything until now, finally!

“You know that Danawin’s intelligence back then was no different from an idiot, right?”

So, it’s natural to want to provoke him, isn’t it?

“Unlike me, you had high intelligence and a sound mind. But lovers?”

Perhaps that struck right to the point. Some guilt deep in Viego’s heart, a handful of doubt.

Viego turns his head. Avoids her gaze. Looks away.

Dana pursued him to the end.

“Or perhaps you kidnapped me? Since Danawin was Demian’s obedient wife, she wouldn’t have left Demian of her own will.”

“….”

“You’re really quite the unfilial son. Aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“See, this is why I hate you. You’re an ungrateful person who doesn’t know the grace of being raised or saved, aren’t you?”

From that resolute profile, Dana read patience. His emotions were readable to her.

It was truly rare for him to let his emotions be read by her.

“It’s all over. The exit will open soon.”

After checking his pocket watch, Viego spoke stiffly.

“So even if you hate being with me, endure it.”

Well, you’re the one enduring.

Even now you’re not looking at me and turning away.

Actually, he was always like that. Always dealt with me with time limits.

But why does Danawin want such a man so much?

‘This can’t be.’

A rage as enormous as her affection boiled up.

This was unfair. It was insulting and humiliating. Even desiring the hated Viego Windsor so much was degrading, but she couldn’t be the only one soaked in such desire.

Absolutely, she couldn’t crumble alone.

Dana reached out and lifted his hand.

And brought it to her lips.

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