My Body Has Been Possessed By Someone - Chapter 320

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Special Side Story Episode 8
2. The Libertines of House Adis (4)
What kind of physique did Kanna Adis actually prefer?
‘I have a decent body. It’s impressive, really.’
But Kanna Adis…
“Alexei is more handsome than you.”
“I prefer men with refined features.”
“She has peculiar taste too. What’s so appealing about that pale-faced aristocrat…”
Of course, Alexei did have one thing going for him—his face was nearly as striking as Silvien’s.
‘But he’s still an idiot.’
My imagination spiraled endlessly.
Kanna Adis had met countless men so far, and she continued to meet them even now, didn’t she?
Perhaps she was secretly ranking them in her mind.
Best physique, worst physique, things like that…
Surely I wasn’t at the bottom of the list?
‘No, that can’t be. The men she’s seeing now all have similar builds.’
With that thought, my anxiety eased.
‘Right, I’m at least not worse off than the men she’s with now.’
Besides, Kalen Adis had become a married man with a child—that chapter was closed.
‘Yes, I’m better than a child’s father.’
My confidence recharged thanks to my admirably dissolute younger brother.
Orsini dried the moisture from his body, then draped his nightgown over himself and tied the sash. His expression mingled determination, anticipation, and tension.
‘Let’s go.’
Tonight was the night he would transfuse his vitality to her.
* * *
As I emerged from my bath, the Maid approached.
“Would you like a massage, Kanna?”
“Where’s Kalen?”
“He said something came up and he won’t be able to make it.”
He can’t come? Kanna Adis was startled. Kalen skipping this hour—it had never happened before.
Was it because of his son’s appearance? He seemed quite shaken by it.
“Then, just my back, please.”
Kanna Adis lay face-down on the Chamber bed and received the Maid’s massage.
The scent of coconut oil drifted softly, leaving me drowsy.
The Maid’s practiced hands were certainly skilled enough…
‘Something’s missing.’
Could no one’s technique truly match Kalen’s?
‘The fact that I’m thinking this way… I suppose I’ve become rather accustomed to that man.’
Well, good is good, after all.
Just as I was thinking of Kalen, there came a knock. Tap, tap.
“Hey.”
It was Orsini.
“May I come in?”
I let out a scoff.
Usually he’d burst through doors without hesitation, yet here he was playing the gentleman in the dead of night.
“Come in.”
As Orsini entered, the maid who had been giving me a massage withdrew.
“Why are you here so early? It’s not even bedtime yet.”
“….”
“Orsini?”
He didn’t answer.
Rather, he couldn’t.
The moment he glimpsed my bare back, he’d turned to stone.
“Wait there for a moment. I didn’t expect you to arrive now, so….”
I was attempting to rise while covering myself with my robe.
“Don’t move.”
Orsini approached at lightning speed, pressing me back down onto the bed by my back.
“Stay lying down.”
The tips of his fingers pressing against my lower back were scorching hot. I heard him swallow audibly.
“I’ll do it.”
You?
What could you possibly do?
Before I could find words, Orsini rolled up his sleeves and climbed onto the chamber bed.
“Orsini, wait… Ugh!”
“Does it hurt?”
“Don’t ask obvious questions. I want to kill you right now.”
I buried my face in the pillow and grumbled.
“Kalen took time to learn this properly. He even obtained a professional certification.”
“If Kalen can do it, there’s no reason I can’t.”
“Then go learn it.”
As we bickered, he’d already improved. Orsini had grasped it quickly, massaging my back with appropriate pressure.
“How is it? Better?”
“It is.”
“I’ve always been naturally talented with anything physical. You know that well enough.”
Such arrogance. He really is simple-minded.
“Yes, you’re wonderful.”
I replied flatly, yet my mood was genuinely improving.
‘Ah, sleep is coming….’
My body drowsy from the recent bath, the coconut fragrance I’d recently become enamored with, and now this massage on top of it all.
My eyelids grew heavier by the moment.
Meanwhile, Orsini’s hand temperature was steadily rising. By now it felt almost like a burning coal.
And the way he stole glances with such fervent eyes.
My skin prickled under the intensity of his gaze.
“So Kalen does this for you every day.”
Orsini murmured while pressing at my waist. His voice carried an unmistakable edge of displeasure.
“Stop now. Let me do it.”
“Why?”
“That bastard’s a father now. He should be taking care of the child.”
“Hmm… I don’t want to.”
“What?”
“Kalen does it better.”
In that instant, his movements came to an abrupt halt.
How much time had passed like that?
“Is that so.”
The next moment, my body spun around. Orsini had grabbed me and turned me to face him.
“What are you doing?”
“What do you think?”
Orsini looked down at me and pulled at the tie of my nightgown.
With a soft rustle, his nightgown slipped down past his shoulders.
I raised my eyebrows slightly.
“Weren’t you in the middle of getting a massage?”
“One should do what they’re good at.”
“…”
“Do you dislike it?”
I gazed up at him without answering.
To be precise, I was admiring him.
Perhaps it was because I was lying beneath him looking up? His broad, exposed shoulders seemed particularly commanding. The firm texture of his chest was palpable, and the sleek line of his waist….
‘As expected.’
He truly was most handsome from this angle.
As I continued to gaze up at him blankly, Orsini’s expression hardened. He pretended otherwise, but his tension was painfully obvious.
“I can’t stay long today. There are some matters I need to attend to. So to provide vitality in a short time, I suppose I’ll need to….”
“Need to what? Deeper contact, perhaps?”
I let out a laugh. Always dancing around the point. His pride certainly was stubborn.
‘What should I do?’
Sleep had already fled.
But I didn’t want to see him getting cocky about being good at this.
So then….
“Ah.”
The next moment, an unexpected touch made Orsini’s body stiffen. His breath caught sharply.
“I like this scar.”
Kanna’s fingertips traced the scar on his chest, her touch feather-light.
It was a remnant from long ago—the mark where poison had been poured onto his skin.
“If you look closely, it’s shaped like a heart. Did you know that?”
As my fingertips outlined its contours, his chest rose and fell sharply. He growled low.
“That’s insane…”
“Why? It’s true. Look, like this.”
I traced a gentle circle, and his lips trembled faintly. Kanna laughed.
“It does look like a heart.”
Beneath my fingertips, his skin burned like molten metal.
Kanna watched his expression grow increasingly disheveled as she slowly withdrew her hand.
Truly, he was burning far too intensely.
His ragged breathing, the heat of his skin, the surge of his power—everything blazed so fiercely that I could no longer distinguish one sensation from another.
Was it his body that burned so ardently, or was it his power? Curious, I gripped it firmly in my palm.
In that instant, Orsini’s waist trembled violently.
“Wait…”
He reflexively tried to seize her wrist, but he did not.
Rather, he chose not to.
That amused him. And it felt familiar.
The body never lies, after all.
Even in this, he resembled that person so closely…
“Hmm? Wait, what? Keep going.”
At her teasing provocation, Orsini clenched his teeth.
“You.”
The next moment, he pressed down hard on her shoulders. His eyes blazed with fervent heat. His voice emerged fractured and raw.
“You’re truly insane.”
At his accusation, Kanna let out a scornful laugh.
“And you love this, don’t you?”
And I adore watching you crumble.
The way he boiled like molten lava, erupted like a volcano, scattered like ash as reason abandoned him—I loved that. I loved Orsini like that.
That must be why.
Why I could get along with Orsini reasonably well.
Because in these primal moments, even the hatred I harbored for him became intoxicating.
* * *
At that very moment, Kalen sat in the armchair of his Study, gazing out the window.
After a sip of whiskey, he placed a cigar between his lips. He drew in a long, deep breath of smoke and exhaled it slowly.
As the cigar burned down, Kalen rose from his seat. With measured steps, he walked deliberately toward that destination.
Upon reaching the Door, he knocked.
“Who is it?”
A delicate woman’s voice answered from within.
“It is Kalen Adis.”
“….”
No response came.
I paid it no mind and grasped the door handle, turning it to push the door open.
“I’m coming in.”
I stepped inside.
“El Andois.”
I shut the door with a soft click.

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