Lady Devil - Chapter 169

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For that reason, their argument was out of alignment from the start, like being thrown at a wall and bouncing back. Both expected a mirror image and became angry at what was not a mirror. Johannes at his lover, Inette at her brother.

Johannes’ lightning-struck mirror shatters. The tremendous sound of rupture dug into his larynx the words he could not utter. It can’t be. You, you clearly told me then. That your feelings were the same as mine. That your heart was the same as mine. You definitely… told me…

Johannes’ eyelids opened wide as if about to spill out his pupils. The past gestures of his sister clinging to his body and affectionately snuggling rushed into his mind like colorful foam. But that was all.

Nothing.

He had not heard it.

Johannes, I am also like you, she had never once given such an indication even in passing. Her expressions were always nothing more than physical contact. That was the truth.

“…Inette.”

With a brain full of foam, there was no time to think further before his lips parted. Inette’s gaze awaited his next words. Johannes looked up as if gazing at the edge of a dizzying cliff. He couldn’t believe it.

“You, what do you… think of me as?”

“You?”

Inette furrowed her brow as if perplexed. But gradually, her beautifully curved eye corners and both cheeks were dyed with various colors. Her Johannes. With just that one simple clue thrown out, all sorts of emotions seemed to surge and disappear within her small head.

Like a girl holding an armful of an overwhelming amount of roses, she blushed intimately and fidgeted restlessly as if wanting to run away immediately. With no way to avoid it, Johannes had to pin all his hopes on her reaction. With the feelings of a criminal facing a solemn verdict, he nearly fell to his knees. Please.

Please say that you too are the same as me. Declare that I am your one and only brother, friend, and lover who will promise even the future. Even if your desires don’t match mine, say that we will be bound like one soul even in foreign lands. Please drive a stake into my neck with those lips and brand my hand and forehead. Please.

Though it was all in vain, and an unconscionable plea.

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