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“Ah, shit. I told you, I don’t know either. I just suddenly heard something that sounded like my own voice—”
“Your voice?”
Gyeoul, who had been obsessively licking every inch of her injured palm, suddenly jerked his head up.
“Did you just say your voice? You heard your own voice speaking independently of you?”
“Yeah. What was that thing called, dissociative something-or-other? Is it like multiple personalities?”
“……For fuck’s sake.”
“Oh, really? Who do you think you’re swearing at?”
Jioh lifted her foot and kicked him with a thump. He rolled right off the bed and onto the floor, then shook his head irritably.
“That hurt.”
“Who told you to swear at your sovereign?”
“I wasn’t swearing at you…… Haah. It’s ego division.”
“Huh? What are you talking about?”
Jin Gyeoul swallowed a sigh and got up.
Jioh’s body rocked as his weight settled onto the bed again.
He planted his arms on either side of her head.
With Jioh trapped between them, Gyeoul gazed down at her.
When Jioh lightly ran her fingers over his forearm as though tickling him, his voice dropped, tightly husky.
“……You know that I am the Incarnation of…