Chapter 1105: A Mother’s Unconscious Slumber

I moved in a flash—faster than any human eye could follow. My hand gently but firmly pressed against the side of Kasumi’s neck, targeting a precise pressure point. Her eyes widened for a split second in surprise.

"Jack—?!"

Before she could react or speak further, her body went limp. I caught her smoothly as she collapsed forward, unconscious but breathing steadily.

Yuko and Haruna both froze in shock.

"Jack...! What are you doing to Oka-san?!" Yuko demanded, eyes wide.

Haruna’s voice trembled slightly. "Jack... Oka-san...?"

I held Kasumi’s unconscious form carefully in my arms. "It’s nothing dangerous. I just don’t want her to see what’s outside. She doesn’t need those images in her head. She’s been through enough worry tonight."

Yuko stared at me for a long moment, then sighed and nodded slowly, understanding the deeper reason. Her gaze shifted sharply toward Haruna, a clear intent forming in her eyes to knock her out as well.

Haruna noticed immediately and yelped, quickly ducking behind me for protection. "Don’t, Sister Yuko! Please don’t knock me out! I want to stay awake!"

Yuko looked at Haruna, then back at me, her expression serious. "Does she know about... it?"

I nodded. "Yes. Haruna knows everything about my abilities."

Yuko’s jaw tightened. A flash of jealousy crossed her face—raw, unguarded. Her hands clenched at her sides.

Haruna peeked from behind me and stuck her tongue out teasingly at her older sister. "That’s right~ I know everything about Jack. He’s my boyfriend, after all. Hmmph!"

Yuko’s eye twitched. "You little brat..."

I didn’t let the tension escalate. I lifted Kasumi effortlessly, carrying her in a princess style—her head resting against my chest, her body light in my powerful arms. We stepped out of the tent together.

Outside, the scene had transformed completely. The bloody clearing was almost pristine. The three corpses were gone—wiped clean as if they had never existed.

Only faint dark stains of blood remained soaked into the dirt, along with a few scattered pieces of torn clothing. The air still carried a faint metallic tang.

Yuko stopped dead in her tracks, staring at the spot where the men had been forced to devour each other. Her face paled slightly as the memory returned: their agonized screams, the wet ripping of flesh, the desperate begging.

"They won’t really... do all that... right?" she asked quietly, voice tight.

I looked at her calmly. "They will. This is the price they have to pay for their actions. For every disgusting thought they had about Oka-san, you, and Haruna. They’ll live out their own nightmare before the end."

Yuko shook her head slowly but said nothing more. We walked to the car in silence. I gently placed Kasumi in the back seat, making sure she was comfortable and covered with a blanket.

Yuko sat in the front passenger seat, while Haruna stayed in the back beside her mother. The engine roared to life, and we drove off into the dark forest road. The night was still deep, stars hidden behind thick clouds.

We had been driving for nearly twenty minutes when Yuko suddenly broke the silence.

"Stop the car."

I pulled over to the side of the empty road. The headlights cut through the darkness as I killed the engine. Yuko stepped out without a word. I followed her. Haruna remained inside, watching quietly through the window.

Yuko walked a few steps away, then turned to face me. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, a mix of hurt, jealousy, and frustration clear on her face.

"Now tell me the truth, Jack," she said, voice cracking. "Even Haruna knows about your powers... but you kept it hidden from me? You don’t trust me?"

I stepped forward and pulled her into a tight hug. She resisted for a second before melting against my chest, tears finally spilling.

"It’s not that I don’t trust you, Yuko. I just... didn’t know how to tell you. I was afraid of how you’d react."

Yuko pulled back slightly, wiping her eyes. "Then what about Haruna? How did you tell her so easily? Why was I the last one?"

I sighed softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Sister Yuko... are you jealous?"

Yuko stepped back, crossing her arms, her expression turning serious and emotional. "Jack, tell me everything. No kidding. No hiding. Otherwise... I won’t forgive you."

I nodded. "Okay. Okay... I’ll tell you everything."

Under the dim moonlight on the empty roadside, I revealed my true nature. I told her the full story—how I was an Incubus, born with supernatural blood, how I had hidden it for so long. I explained the same version I had shared with the others before.

Yuko listened with wide eyes at first, staring at me strangely, almost suspiciously. But as I continued, she slowly nodded. "That... actually explains a lot. Why do so many women keep clinging to you? Why do you have that unnatural charm... that pull?"

I continued, detailing my abilities: Teleportation, Telekinesis, immense physical strength, and the Healer ability.

When I reached the specifics of the Healer ability—how my saliva, blood, semen, and even urine could rapidly heal injuries—Yuko’s cheeks flushed bright red.

"...Shameless," she muttered, looking away, clearly embarrassed but intrigued. "You really are perverted by nature."

I smiled faintly. "It’s part of what I am."

Yuko took a deep breath, processing everything. "It’s unbelievable... that someone like you actually exists in this world. It sounds like something from a nightmare... or a dream."

Then her expression grew more serious. "Have you ever met anyone else like you? Someone with similar powers?"

I shook my head. "No. Not a single one."

She nodded thoughtfully, then looked down at her feet. Her voice became quieter. "You... why haven’t you asked anything about me?"

I smiled gently, already knowing what she meant. "I already knew, Yuko."

Her eyes snapped up to mine, filled with vulnerability. "You bastard... You already knew everything? About the people I’ve killed with these hands... my life as an assassin... my entire dark history?"

I stepped forward and hugged her tightly again, refusing to let her pull away this time. "Yes. I knew. And it doesn’t matter to me. It’s all in the past. You did what you had to do. It doesn’t change how I feel about you."