The Deadly Charm

Part 49 : The Dark Spell in the Shadows (Final)

Day Seven: The Binding of the Eternal Love Curse

On the seventh and final night, Yongsan prepared the ritual that would seal the spell of desire for eternity. He buried the two clay effigies in a box crafted from sacred wood, mixed with bones and soil from the seven graveyards. Hammering nails made of human bone into the box, he locked in all the power they had summoned. The spell was now sealed—irrevocable, indestructible. Ekkawat would forever be bound to Chanya, unable to escape her hold.

A Night of Unrelenting Passion

As the final ritual drew to a close, the atmosphere in the wooden hut deep in the jungle was thick with shadows and mystery. Yongsan gazed at Chanya with unmasked hunger. Her body, still glistening from the sacred oil, was impossibly alluring. He stepped toward her slowly, then pulled her into his arms with a force that spoke of days of restraint now shattered.

His lips claimed hers with no hesitation.

All the pent-up desire, nurtured through each night of the dark rite, erupted in this moment. Their bodies collided, inseparable.

His hands roamed her form with intensity—every grasp, every motion filled with ravenous need. Each stroke was a declaration of power and passion, overwhelming and inescapable. Chanya could feel the force of him seeping into her skin, seizing her breath, her thoughts—everything.

Their breathing grew heavier, the tension between them peaking. Chanya was overcome by the flames Yongsan kindled within her. She surrendered, no longer capable of resisting.

When their fevered moment ended, he lay beside her, eyes still fixed on her sweat-slicked form. The glistening oil and her trembling body only fed his obsession. His hand found her again, unable to resist.

"You are... utterly irresistible, Chanya," he murmured, voice low and layered with something deeper.

"I have a proposal. Become my apprentice, and I'll teach you everything I know. With that knowledge, you'll have the power to take anything you desire."

Chanya met his gaze—cold and sharp. Though she had surrendered to the pleasure he gave, she had never forgotten her true goal.

"I'm not looking for pleasure or satisfaction. I want money... and power," she said calmly but firmly.
"When I have everything Ekkawat owns... then I might consider your offer, Master."

She smiled, brushing a soft hand along Yongsan's cheek.

He smirked darkly, eyes glittering with amusement and approval. Her ambition excited him more than any carnal act. He wanted her—not just her body, but the fierce will within.

"I'll wait," he whispered, voice soft but resolute.

Their exchange ended, but the desire remained. Yongsan kissed her again, fiercely, pulling her into yet another spiral of obsession. They lost themselves in the night once more—relentless, consuming, infinite.

It was not a battle of dominance or submission, but a war of passion where neither sought victory, only the bliss of surrender. Their cries and breath echoed through the hut until dawn, as though time itself paused to let them indulge in their unholy union.

In the Grip of the Dark Arts

The morning after, the effects of Yongsan's black magic began to manifest.

Chanya was now resting in a luxury hotel in Laos, chosen as her refuge to recover and await the fruits of her scheme. Her body, still sore from their intense encounter, had not yet fully recovered—when suddenly, her phone rang.

"Chanya... where are you?" Ekkawat's voice came through, rich with sweetness.

The spell was working.

"I'm in Laos," she replied, her voice dripping with charm. "Missing me already?"

"I miss you... I want to see you. Now," he said, voice trembling as if battling an unbearable yearning.

"I want to see you too... but I'll be here for another two days," she cooed, gently teasing.

"Two days! Stay right there," he snapped, frustration lacing his tone before he abruptly hung up.

Chanya grinned, her plan unfolding exactly as intended. Ekkawat was already caught in her web—trapped in a cycle of desire from which he would never escape.

She set her phone down and sank back into the bed, basking in the power she now held over him. Everything was going according to plan.

And though her body ached from the nights with Yongsan, her mind was sharper than ever.

"It was just sex," she whispered to herself, smiling as her eyes fluttered closed.
No matter how intense... it was just sex.

And as the phone went silent, she whispered to the ceiling:

"Let the games begin." 🎭📿🔥