I’m Trying to End This Possession Chapter 209

Carl’s face stiffened. It was the reaction she expected.

 

Dana whispered in a voice thick with lust. “Or maybe Uncle doesn’t know either?”

 

Ah, she hadn’t planned to say that.

 

“If you don’t know, then I’ll have to ask someone else.”

 

No, that’s not it.

 

“But I think Uncle is the best.”

 

Dana immediately regretted it. She had gone too far. Didn’t it sound like a provocation? Yet, on the other hand, it was sincere. Dana had always wondered if Carl really might not understand women.

 

She grabbed the lapel of his coat and looked up at him with pleading eyes. “If it’s not that… please do it. Okay?”

 

“…”

 

There was no answer. Dana had expected this. Carl would probably respond like this.

 

‘T-That’s right. Then I guess it can’t be helped. Alright.’

 

He’d be at a loss, his face flushed bright red, but he’d go along with her request. If not—

 

‘That’s impossible. I’ll call someone else. Wait here.’

 

He’d rush off in a flurry and really bring someone else.

 

Yeah, that’s probably what’ll happen. Most likely the latter. So Dana gripped his arm tightly. He wouldn’t get away. She’d never let go.

 

“…”

 

But then. Why no reaction at all?

 

Dana quietly studied his face. Carl was just silently smiling. Smiling, but… Wait. Was he really smiling?

 

“No matter how urgent the situation is…” Finally, he parted his lips. “You want me to do it, Dana?” A sigh-like laugh escaped him. “You shouldn’t say such bad things.”

 

For a moment, a chill ran down Dana’s spine. It felt as if even the heat inside her body had frozen solid.

 

“Can you take responsibility for what you just said, Dana?”

 

Was it his usual voice…? Strangely, it felt different. Though it was smooth as always, something had changed.

 

“Or are you just saying whatever without thinking about the consequences?”

 

“Uncle, I…”

 

“Don’t you think that was a bit reckless?”

 

The moment Carl said ‘reckless,’ his eyes darkened. They were different from the usual gaze, brimming with tender affection directed at her.

 

It was the first time she’d ever received such a look from him. No. A strange sense of déjà vu washed over her, striking the crown of her head. It wasn’t the first time. She had seen that look in Carl’s eyes before. Yes, she definitely had… but when was it?

 

She really hated it. Seeing Carl like this, when he was angry, was something she truly despised.

 

“Don’t be mad.”

 

“I’m not mad. How could I be mad at you, Dana?” Carl smiled and grabbed her waist. Then, as if lifting a child, he hoisted her up. Her knees spread apart, resting on either side of his thigh. “I’m just worried about your recklessness. You spoke carelessly just now.” He gently set her down. Right on his leg, his right thigh.

 

“Ah.” A tingling sensation ran up her spine from the friction. An exclamation escaped Dana’s lips. She couldn’t control her body’s reaction.

 

What is this? Flustered, Dana looked down. The thick thighs pressed tightly between her legs were surprisingly firm. And above all, they were close. No, it wasn’t just close. They fit together perfectly, so tightly that she could even feel the twitching of his muscles.

 

Dana’s face flushed hot. Carl must be feeling the same. Feeling her just as intensely, every bit of the burning heat.

 

“U-Uncle?”

 

Carl tilted his head, meeting her gaze directly. “Why?” He answered gently, softly sliding his thigh upward. The sharp thrill that shot through her made Dana clamp her legs shut without realizing it.

 

“W-What are you doing right now?”

 

“What do you think I’m doing?”

 

There was no room for misunderstanding. Carl was ‘showing’ her exactly what she had begged and pleaded for. But—

 

“W-Wait a minute.”

 

This was definitely not the way she wanted it.

 

“I’m embarrassed by this kind of t-thing.”

 

“Is that so?”

 

Carl looked at her with warm eyes. So she thought he would immediately understand how she felt.

 

“So?”

 

What? Dana was shocked. So? Did he really say so?!

 

At that moment, Carl moved the hand that was holding her waist.

 

“…!”

 

Once, twice, three times, each gentle glide sent a fierce pleasure spreading like wildfire. Dana let out a silent moan and grabbed Carl’s shoulder tightly. It was overwhelmingly ecstatic. So intensely humiliating that—

 

“S-Stop it.” The moment she whispered that, Carl really stopped. Completely still, without even the slightest twitch.

 

Only the heat that had been building inside her continued to bubble within her body. It felt like her insides were burning up, unbearably painful. She felt like she was going crazy. No, she felt like she was about to lose her mind. So please, quickly, quickly— Please, let me get out of this torture quickly.

 

Dana looked at Carl with eyes soaked in longing, pleading. Faster, more, somehow, please. But Carl’s eyes were just clear, his lips as unmoving as a statue, and his grip no longer shifted…

 

Then, without realizing it, when she moved her hips just once, a lightning strike of pleasure shot down her spine. Tears finally burst from her eyes. After that, everything spiraled out of control. Stopping was impossible now. Her body desperately chased after pleasure, racing toward the peak…

 

At last, a massive wave of ecstasy crashed over her. Dana tried to hold back her moans, but eventually she broke down crying. Clammy shivers poured out alongside her tears, and the intense aftermath made her trembling thigh convulse.

 

As she collapsed like she was about to faint, he held her gently and stroked her hair. Even then, Dana trembled from the lingering waves of pleasure. It was so intense she couldn’t gather her wits. It was a violent kind of ecstasy. Painful and dizzying. She only regained her senses after catching her breath for a long while. By then, Dana was drenched in tears.

 

What is this? What just happened? No way. This can’t be real. How could this…

Carl wiped her wet face with a handkerchief. Dana stared blankly at him for a while, then was overwhelmed by an indescribable sense of defeat.

 

How can he stay so composed, not even for a moment? Carl was impeccable. Not once did he furrow his brow. He didn’t waver. The only trace she left was the crease on his sleeve.

 

Now, Dana truly felt like this man was insane. If that calmness was an act, he was crazy. No, even if it wasn’t an act, he was still crazy.

 

“Crazy…”

 

“Huh?”

 

“Uncle, you’re not in your right mind.”

 

“Is that so?”

 

“Yes!”

 

“Sorry.” Carl apologized calmly, tilting his head in confusion. “But wasn’t this what you asked of me?”

 

“I didn’t mean for it to be like this…”

 

“Of course, it’s not what you wanted. But what could you do?”

 

“Huh?”

 

“You should have prepared for the possibility that I wouldn’t follow your wishes.”

 

“…”

 

“Don’t you think it’s arrogant to believe I wouldn’t go beyond your control?”

 

What? Dana’s tongue went limp.

 

Carl was still smiling. He was definitely smiling, but… he looked utterly ruthless. It was a completely unfamiliar sight.

 

“What if the man in front of you now wasn’t me? If it had been another man, he would have used your naive words as an excuse to cross the line.”

 

Dana clenched her teeth. Her words weren’t naive words. That’s what she wanted. Her intention was to make him cross that line… But she didn’t have the strength to argue any further. Whether it was the aftereffects of the toxin or not, all her strength had drained completely. She didn’t even have the energy to lift a single finger.

 

“You must be tired. Get some rest now.” Carl carefully lifted her and laid her down on the bed.

 

Just as he said, fatigue and drowsiness washed over her in an instant. Exhausted beyond measure, Dana slowly closed her eyes and buried her face in the pillow. But her anger stayed sharp and clear, like an ice crystal. It was directed at Carl’s composure. To be exact at his calmness, as if what had just happened was no different from simply smoothing out her tangled hair, as if it were nothing at all…

 

Well, he has always been like this. He acts like he’d give her his liver and gallbladder because he loved her, but he never moves according to her wishes. Not once. Not even a single time…

 

“Dana, you’re so cute when you sleep.”

 

Through the haze of fading consciousness, Carl’s gentle voice reached her. That pretense was still sweet.

 

“You look like a fairy born from a pearl.”

 

He’s like a devil.

 

A sudden surge of overwhelming hatred boiled up inside her. Wanting to curse that disgusting face, Dana struggled to lift her heavy eyelids. And then she saw something unexpected.

 

What the. She thought their eyes would meet. She was definitely expecting him to smile like before, looking at her kindly… But Carl wasn’t.

 

Before she knew it, Carl had covered one of his eyes with his hand, as if to block his gaze. And beneath that large hand, his lips were revealed. Without a trace of a smile… tightly pressed… parched lips.

 

Put your hand down. ‘I want to see your face, so put that hand down.’ Dana wanted to say that, but in reality, she couldn’t even move the tip of her tongue. A huge flood covered her consciousness like a curtain.

 

“――.”

 

Carl parted his lips. He muttered something softly. But she couldn’t hear it.