My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 227

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Chapter 227
“Touch me. Please.”
It was impossible to tell if it was a command or a plea.
I deliberated briefly, then lifted my hand again to caress his hair.
“Ah….”
A deep breath scattered into the air. His body temperature spiked like wildfire in an instant.
Beneath my touch, I felt the man utterly intoxicated by profound happiness. The arm wrapped around my waist tensed with desperate force.
“God, Kanna.”
He muttered the curse through gritted teeth.
Down from above, down from above. With nothing but my open palm caressing him, his heart now thundered as though it might burst.
“Kanna.”
He ground his lips against my shoulder.
Soft and moist lips that seemed to melt, and beneath them, teeth raised to bite my skin with a sharp sting.
For a moment, the world tilted. At that strange sensation, my spine trembled in fine shivers.
Perhaps he thought I would pull away. Orsini drew me closer with greater force.
“Just a little more….”
Keep touching me. Please.
Don’t stop. I’m begging you.
From above my shoulder, he commanded. He pleaded. He demanded. He begged.
I looked down at him, pressing himself against me with his lips grazing my skin, clinging to me so pathetically.
There, I saw a truth so unmistakably clear.
Orsini Adis was wallowing in a quagmire. It was a hell from which he could never escape by his own strength alone.
If I left him be, he would remain there forever.
‘I see.’
I sensed it. No—I could prophesy it.
Orsini would continue to be deceived. He would fall into the same trap again and again, countless times.
And someday, he would surely perish.
It was obvious. Like the fate of a moth drawn to flame, destined to burn—his end was already written.
Should I pity him, or should I rejoice? At his predetermined destruction, my lips twisted. I thought I could smile, but I could not.
I don’t know. I cannot tell.
This feeling, this emotion—it was so turbid, so chaotically mixed with two conflicting colors, that I could not see it clearly.
Yet one thing was certain. In our long struggle, Orsini and I—the victor was ultimately me.
Victory is mine.
With that thought, everything became clear.
Yes, that is all. That is enough. There can be nothing more, and there must be nothing more.
“Orsini.”
Having won, I should claim my spoils of war.
“You asked me to give myself to you before, didn’t you?”
I touched the pathetic loser’s head as he wished.
“My answer hasn’t changed. I cannot give myself to you. However….”
I suddenly seized his hair and yanked it back hard. His head snapped upward at a sharp angle.
“I can have you.”
Kanna Adis smiled.
“You’re useful to me.”
With Argon gone and unable to rely on Silvien Valentino’s assistance now.
I needed Orsini Adis. That’s why I wanted to possess him.
“What will you do?”
In that instant, Orsini’s Adam’s apple bobbed violently.
I gazed down at his throat before slowly lifting my eyes.
And they met.
Emerald eyes glaring as if ready to kill—not affection, but obsession, burning with the intensity of something that would tear me apart in the next moment.
He laughed.
He understood.
Only this—only this pathetic descent—was the finest ending he could ever have.
In this lifetime, he could never win my heart. His dream would remain forever a dream.
That harsh truth stained the corners of his eyes red. Moisture pooled in his gaze. Whether this was joy or sorrow, there was no way to tell.
“Take me.”
Orsini submitted with threatening intensity. His voice was like the cry of a beast.
“Take me.”
He reached out. His grip on the nape of my neck was rough and possessive. He pulled me gently toward him.
“I’m yours.”
Our lips met.
A wretched pleasure flooded through me.
That late night, in that Deep Forest.
I possessed Orsini Adis.
* * *
Orsini lost consciousness from excessive blood loss.
After treating him and barely getting him onto a horse to return, the Valentino Estate was in complete chaos.
A massive fire had broken out at the Opera House.
Many people died, and numerous bodies were never even found. In the pandemonium, it was easy to assume that Kanna Adis and Orsini had been caught in the flames.
“I was so worried about you, Sister.”
Kalen’s eyes were bloodshot.
“Where were you, and what were you doing to return in such a state at this late hour?”
Orsini was caked in blood and dirt, and I was in much the same condition.
“Kalen.”
“Yes, Sister.”
I fell silent for a moment.
‘This is troublesome. Why is he still like this?’
The drug’s effects still lingered. That must be why Kalen’s sharp brow, now so sensitized, appeared so alluring to me.
“Go with the Adis Knights to the places I tell you. Orsini has agreed, so don’t worry.”
Kalen chuckled at her words. As always, his perception was sharp.
“It seems you’ve made peace with Orsini.”
“More or less.”
“How did you manage to reconcile?”
Kalen reached out and brushed his thumb across her lips. Red blood stained his finger.
“You came back wearing this?”
He brought his finger to his mouth and licked it.
“This isn’t your blood, though.”
“…How could you possibly know that?”
Kalen’s eyes narrowed into a mischievous smile.
“Because I know every taste of yours.”
My neck tensed at his words. This man really was…
“Kalen, are you going to keep spouting nonsense?”
“My apologies. I seem to have grown spiteful out of concern for you.”
He spoke with calculated gentleness.
“Please tell me in detail. What should I do?”
* * *
Kalen led the Adis Knights toward the Black Apostles’ Hideout that I had seized.
By dawn, they had collected the research materials, documents, and bodies, returning with their haul.
Some of the dead Black Apostles would be identifiable. The investigation would surely yield additional intelligence.
‘There’s no way this is their only hideout.’
They must have concealed multiple locations elsewhere. Now that I had grasped their tail properly, it was only a matter of time before finding them.
Yet there was one thing that troubled me.
‘Ju-hwa is missing.’
Among the bodies collected, Ju-hwa was not among them.
* * *
“Miss, wouldn’t it be better if you rested now?”
“I slept a little earlier.”
“It seems you haven’t slept for several hours.”
“I’m fine.”
I smiled, ignoring the throbbing headache.
As Claude had said, I had barely slept for two nights straight.
The first night was spent crafting puppet bombs and hypnotic incense, and the second night was spent analyzing the Black Apostles’ research materials.
I had managed to catch brief naps while the Adis Knights were collecting the research materials, but it was woefully insufficient.
A heavy fatigue pressed down on me, yet I ignored it.
‘Alexandro has lived like this his entire life.’
My mind felt foggy from merely two sleepless nights. He had endured this exhaustion for decades.
“Claude.”
“Yes.”
“Where is he right now?”
“Pardon?”
“Claude knows where you normally stay, doesn’t he?”
Since he seemed to be the one responsible for procuring the poison, he would naturally know.
“Well, um, I’m not sure, I….”
I seized Claude’s wrist as he tried to back away. He cried out in surprise.
“Why, why are you doing this?”
Who was going to eat him? I pulled him back as he tried to escape.
“Tell me. Where is he right now?”
“Please, let go of this first, Miss.”
He made a pained expression.
“You’re incredibly strong. My wrist is going to break. You’re just as formidable as Miss Isabel, aren’t you?”
“Claude Azel.”
“I’m sorry. I cannot tell you.”
Claude scratched his cheek with an awkward expression.
“Lord Alexandro Adis has commanded me to keep this confidential.”
Truly a loyal knight. I found myself liking Claude a little more.
“Claude, you said that man sees malevolent spirits, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“The alchemy that breaks that curse.”
I held out an old piece of paper.
“It’s this.”
Claude’s eyes widened. I smiled brightly.
“I found it. The way to break the curse.”
* * *
“Didn’t I tell you?”
Alexandro Adis closed his eyes.
“I said you’d end up like this eventually.”
Voices like scraping metal shrieked in his ears. By now it was as familiar as breathing—the curses and ominous words from souls that retained only the resentment and malice of their living days.
“You should have cast that woman out long ago. Look at yourself. Look at your life.”
“You are ruined. Only greater ruin awaits you.”
“Shall I make a prophecy for you?”
“What you fear most will come to pass in reality.”
“Yes, that very thing. Your nightmare, your terror.”
“You will commit a terrible sin, Alexandro. One you can never be forgiven for.”
The spirit that had pursued him for so long cackled with malicious glee.
“You will fall, Alexandro.”

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