My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 212

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Chapter 212
“If there’s anything you want, I’ll give you whatever it is. Just ask.”
“Anything?”
“Yes.”
I’d spoken those words carelessly, thinking there was little Raphael could possibly ask for. But the moment the words left my lips, he seized my wrist and lowered his head.
“Wait, what are you—?”
Raphael extended his crimson tongue and slowly licked the tip of my finger. Then he drew the moistened digit into his mouth and sucked gently. A soft, deliberate sound.
I froze completely. What in the world was Raphael doing?
“Is this milk?”
He murmured in a husky voice.
“It has flavor.”
It was an odd reaction—as though he were tasting milk for the first time.
But that wasn’t the only shocking thing. His gaze then lifted to me. More precisely, to my lips.
“. . .”
Heat flooded my face. I couldn’t believe it. That such a brazen look could come from Raphael of all people.
Then he grasped my waist and drew me onto his lap.
Despite having crossed this threshold before, when his firm chest pressed against mine, I was overwhelmed by the sheer weight of his presence.
Because it was Raphael. Because I had never imagined Raphael like this, not even in dreams. Raphael, doing something like this—it couldn’t be.
As I floundered in confusion, he regarded me with an expressionless gaze before bringing his lips to mine once more.
It was unmistakably a kiss between two people drawn to each other.
Utterly different from the artificial respiration of moments before, it stole my breath away. My mind seemed to turn white.
He pressed firmly, then withdrew, then licked, then drew me in, even nipping gently. The ticklish, tender sensation was almost unbearable, and I found myself gripping his collar tightly.
His movements were agonizingly slow. As though he were investigating the nature of something unfamiliar, each brush and pressure felt raw and vivid.
Perhaps because of this, heat rose through me until my very crown burned. It was difficult to maintain coherent thought.
“I . . .”
Raphael whispered against my wet lips, his breath scattering across them.
“This is my first time doing something like this.”
His hand gripped my waist.
“I’ve never felt anything this soft before.”
I gasped and quickly pushed against his shoulder, lifting myself away from his firm thighs.
‘This can’t be happening.’
I’d thought he was the very symbol of celibacy!
But the moment our eyes met—his serene violet gaze—I understood with absolute certainty.
Raphael had no idea. He didn’t understand the meaning of what he was doing, why his body was responding this way.
“Wait . . .”
I steadied my racing heart and managed to ask.
“Do you understand what you’re doing right now?”
He shook his head.
‘Good heavens.’
How could he not know? He must be seventeen years old.
I understand he underwent experiments to become a Divine Spirit, but surely he didn’t live completely isolated from the world….
Wait.
‘Could he have actually lived in isolation?’
Creating a Divine Spirit requires the lives of Priests.
In other words, it’s a secret that must never be revealed. Such a horrific secret would have been conducted in a hidden place.
For example… somewhere like the Roots of the World Tree.
‘Could he have grown up inside the Roots of the World Tree from childhood until now?’
The thought alone was horrifying, yet it was a plausible hypothesis.
‘Now that I think about it, it seemed like he was tasting milk for the first time.’
Perhaps this escape was his first true encounter with the world.
“Listen… about this…”
That thought made my feelings complicated. It was like dealing simultaneously with a vigorous young man and an innocent child.
“You can’t do that with just anyone. It should be between people who love each other….”
Ah, my conscience.
Wasn’t such textbook advice seriously at odds with my conduct until now? Ever since I returned to this world, I had been wielding everything about myself like a weapon.
‘Though that’s precisely why I’ve survived this long.’
Raphael waited quietly for me to finish stammering.
My suspicion was correct. He had lived for seventeen years trapped in the Interdimensional Space within the Roots of the World Tree.
All he had done there was absorb human lives and divine power, growing stronger like a monster.
That was the entirety of what had happened in his life.
Therefore, this was his first time seeing a girl his own age up close, let alone touching one.
Everything was an overwhelming stimulus for him.
For a boy who had lived his entire life within tree roots, today was a day of earth-shattering shock.
Moreover, this girl might actually be his blood relative. He realized it the moment she brushed back her bangs and revealed her face properly.
She was Arzenian’s daughter.
“You have blood relatives, Raphael. A cute little sister. Her name is Kanna Adis, isn’t it a pretty name?”
“Actually, that was a lie. You’re not my son, after all.”
“Just joking. You’re both my children.”
“Which one is the truth? Try to guess.”
His father had contradicted himself repeatedly. The reason was obvious.
Out of boredom. He acted arbitrarily because his repetitive life had become tedious and dull.
‘I’m not the Divine Spirit’s son after all.’
It was something he had always suspected. So this time, Raphael was certain of it. That option pleased him more.
“Are you listening to me?”
Raphael nodded at my words. Roughly summarized, what I had said meant not to kiss carelessly and not to touch just anywhere.
Raphael asked with genuine curiosity.
“Then why should I give my life to you?”
….
“I don’t wish to live. Rather than give my life to someone, I’d prefer to die right now.”
It was sincere, without a shred of falsehood.
“Mixing lips and tongue seems pleasant enough, but I wouldn’t do it unless you asked me to.”
He didn’t even know the word kiss.
“I won’t even touch your soft skin, so why would I?”
Kanna Adis’s mouth fell open. Raphael saying such things….
‘This isn’t the Raphael I know.’
Kanna Adis completely overturned her previous assumptions.
A new god? A master to serve? Just reach out your hand and I’ll take it?
Yes, the future Raphael certainly viewed her that way.
But the current Raphael was an entirely different person!
Raphael couldn’t even comprehend her reaction. His emotional range was narrower than others, and his capacity for empathy was severely lacking—he felt nothing of her heart.
Seeing this, the future Raphael had truly evolved.
“If you die here, you’re no better than garbage.”
“I don’t care.”
“But if you live for me, you’ll have the chance to die for me.”
In that instant, Raphael’s lips hardened.
“Dying like garbage in this place is truly a worthless death. It means nothing. In fact, it’s harmful—someone has to go through the trouble of disposing of your corpse. But.”
Kanna Adis continued firmly.
“Living for me and dying for me is a deeply meaningful act. I am your benefactor, whether you wished it or not.”
“….”
“Helping one’s benefactor and repaying their kindness is a most noble deed.”
“….”
“In other words, if you give your life to me, you’ll live a meaningful life and meet a meaningful death.”
Those words pierced Raphael’s heart. Straight through the center, very deep.
They were exactly right.
‘A meaningful death?’
He had always dreamed of death. For so long he had despised this existence, wanting only to die. He had never even dreamed of a meaningful life.
But a meaningful death….
Perhaps it was possible? Wasn’t it permissible to dream of at least that much?
He believed her words were true. If he was going to die anyway, dying for this girl would be better.
Raphael was ignorant of many things. But he understood that healing others, saving them, giving them food—these were good acts.
So wouldn’t dying for a good girl be the finest death he could achieve?
‘If I could die that way, it would be good.’
He had never thought such a thing before. This was his first time.
A meaningful death.
It was the first dream he had ever harbored in his life.
“….”
Kanna Adis held her breath, waiting for Raphael’s response.
‘Does he not want to?’
Finally, Kanna Adis carefully attempted to negotiate.
“If that act felt so good… I’ll give it to you as a reward someday.”
“A reward?”
Raphael tilted his head. The word seemed unfamiliar to him.
“Yes, a reward. When someone accomplishes something perfectly, you give them a prize in return.”
“If I become your perfect servant, does that mean I will eventually receive a reward?”
“Yes, perfectly. You understand what perfection means, don’t you?”
There was no need to explain—Raphael understood the meaning of servitude as well as anyone. He had learned that much, at least.
All priests are servants of the Divine.
“I understand.”
Huh? Kanna was taken aback. Had he suddenly switched to formal speech?
That wasn’t all.
“I was prepared to die. But you made me want to live.”
His words suddenly sounded like they’d been lifted from a literature textbook… Yet Raphael continued with shameless sincerity.
“I wish to offer you my life. And someday, I will repay this debt of gratitude. Without fail.”
Raphael was smoothly repackaging her own demands and returning them to her. As if catering to her whims.
‘Is he mocking me right now?’
Perhaps sensing her suspicion, Raphael spoke softly.
“Do not misunderstand. I desire nothing. I have no need for rewards.”
“Are you being sincere?”
“I am sincere.”
Kanna regarded him with skeptical eyes.
“All I wish for is to meet a death of meaning.”
“…Why did you suddenly change your mind?”
“I was persuaded. You are right.”
Raphael spoke with genuine conviction.
“Without you, I would have died here like refuse. But thanks to you, I have been given the chance to meet a better death.”
Kanna could detect no falsehood in those words. Yet she found it difficult to accept so readily. It wasn’t as simple as flipping a palm—the shift had been far too abrupt.
‘He does seem to have been persuaded.’
But the timing divided so neatly around the word “reward,” didn’t it? Apart from being persuaded, there seemed to be something more. For instance.
‘A perfect servant wouldn’t desire rewards, so he suppressed his ambition.’
Because a reward could only be obtained by abandoning desire itself…?
The thought sent a chill down her spine. No, that couldn’t be. This was too much of a leap. Kanna chastised her own wicked imagination.
‘Raphael isn’t the kind of person to harbor such dark intentions.’
The hypothesis she’d abandoned earlier seemed far more plausible.
He needed a new absolute being to serve. With the opportunity, justification, and motivation to follow someone, he had seized it without hesitation.
Only then did Kanna smile. The development was different from what she’d anticipated, but it was the conclusion she desired nonetheless.
Raphael would not die here today.
“I’m counting on you, Raphael.”
Raphael gazed at the hand she extended toward me.
A pale, slender hand.
The fingers that had rolled across his tongue were before his eyes. The wet sensation of her skin still lingered vividly on the tip of his tongue.
Yet Raphael closed his eyes tightly, then opened them again.
“As for me.”
A perfect servant stood there.

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