Chapter 254: Chapter 254: Irresistible Urges

Mika wasn’t just simply feeling frustrated by the sudden interruption; the reaction that gripped him now—the heavy panting, the flushed skin, the look of genuine, suppressed pain—stemmed from a much deeper, more volatile source.

He was holding back, struggling against an invisible force that threatened to make him do something horrific.

This was all because of the Will of the World.

Mika knew the voice of the Will of the World, the intrusive, overwhelming presence from the other world that constantly whispered dark commands into his mind, particularly when he was vulnerable or asleep.

It urged him to do truly terrible things: massacre everyone, destroy the cities, annihilate the world, and, most pressingly, impregnate all the women he encountered.

For the most part, Mika successfully managed to block these directives.

He consciously fought against those desires and maintained his own moral compass.

However, he could never stop the Will of the World from exercising a subtle but profound level of influence in specific emotional states.

Like whenever he felt anger or was plunged into a frustrated situation, the Will of the World would influence him to amplify that negative emotion, making him much more bloodthirsty and uncontrollably rageful.

This was why he was often so terrifyingly brutal in any physical fight; he became a feral, slaughtering machine in those moments, thanks to the world’s dark influence.

A similar amplification occurred concerning women.

The Will of the World was constantly instructing him to impregnate them all and claim them for himself. Even though he held back from total compliance, a possessive, ravaging urge always held some sway over him.

Whenever he talked to a woman, or especially when he was growing close to one, the inner urge to ravage her and exert absolute ownership would surge.

This latent desire was precisely why Mika tried to keep his emotional distance from women.

While he could manage casual interactions, he had to maintain a strict wall of casualness in his mind, especially when dealing with any woman who genuinely interested him, as that was when the destructive desires truly became amplified.

This was exactly why he forced himself to act cold and distant with Cecilia.

The moment he had first seen her, he couldn’t help but be intensely interested in her passion, her conviction, and her spirit.

That level of attraction was extremely dangerous for him, as it provided fertile ground for the Will of the World to sow its most disruptive seeds. If not for that fear, he wouldn’t have minded being much more friendly and open.

And right now, Mika could feel the dangerous influence surging.

The combined effect of being intensely worked up by Yelena and Charlotte, only to be abruptly cut off, coupled with the complete and utter failure to elicit any reaction from Fauna, had accumulated into a devastating wave of frustration.

He was now plagued by a torrent of devious, violent, and lustful thoughts. Even though his exterior looked deceptively calm as he held the useless phone, he was struggling internally to keep the monstrous urges in check.

’I need an outlet...I need to burn this off.’

He was honestly just thinking of leaving the hospital quickly, going back to his home, or perhaps going to Maria’s place—anyone he could safely vent this aggressive, amplified energy on and then returning.

He desperately needed to relieve the building frustration before he lost control completely.

But just as he settled on the idea of leaving, a faint knocking sounded on his hospital room door.

"Mika, is it alright if I come inside? There is something I want to say to you."

It was Cecilia’s voice and the first, violent thought that came to his mind was to throw caution to the wind and have his way with Cecilia immediately.

She was presenting herself on a silver platter, a perfect, sophisticated woman who sparked that dangerous interest in him.

But then he closed his eyes and drew in a slow breath. This was exactly the kind of situation he needed to keep himself in control.

Any weakness here, any indulgence was exactly what the Will of the World wanted from him. He couldn’t let that happen.

He exhaled deeply, steadying himself. Calm down, he told himself.

’Breathe. In...out...focus.’

After a moment, the restless tension subsided. He turned his head toward the door and said quietly.

"You can come in, Cecilia."

The handle turned softly, and the door opened.

Cecilia stepped in.

Gone was the fiery, confident doctor from before—the woman who had stood tall in the wards, proud and unyielding.

Now she looked uncertain, almost shy, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her coat as she quietly closed the door behind her.

"Um..." She started softly, voice smaller than usual. "There’s something I wanted to say."

Mika shifted slightly on the bed, propping himself up. He offered her a calm, faint smile, though inside, part of him tensed instinctively.

"What’s wrong? I hope nothing’s happened in the operation theater." He said lightly. "The baby didn’t have any complications, did she?"

"No, nothing like that! Everything’s fine." Cecilia shook her head quickly. "Lady Fauna is handling things perfectly—she already gave us detailed instructions for what to do next. The baby and the mother are both stable."

"Good." Mika said, relaxing against the pillow. "Then what’s this about?"

For a moment, she hesitated—biting her lip, her eyes darting between the floor and him.

Then, all of a sudden, she bowed deeply.

"I’m sorry!" She said in a rush, her voice trembling. "I’m sorry for the way I treated you. I’m sorry for looking down on you and acting as if I was better than you!"

That caught him off guard.

"The truth was I was shocked." She continued, her words spilling faster now as if she were afraid she might lose courage if she stopped. "Hearing that someone so young could be better than me—it bruised my pride, I’ll admit it."

"But that’s not an excuse. Lady Fauna trusted you completely, and instead of respecting that, I let my jealousy and ego take over. I wanted to compete, to prove myself, and in doing so I acted like a fool."

Mika blinked once, then twice. For a second, he didn’t know what to say. He hadn’t expected that kind of humility from her.

"And to be honest..." She continued quietly, her voice softer. "...when I heard from the other doctors that you were the one who created all those medical devices. The stabilization systems, the resonance modules, I just...couldn’t believe it."

"I felt so embarrassed that I ever tried to compare myself to you at all."

She bowed her head again.

"So, please accept my apology."

Mika watched her in silence for a moment. Then he smiled faintly at how sincere she was in whatever she did.

"You don’t have to apologize." He said gently. "Really, you don’t. I get it. Someone like you passionate, driven—you’ve got pride. It’s only natural. And honestly, I probably would’ve done the same thing in your place."

Her eyes widened slightly at that, while he continued.

"If anything, I should apologize too. I dismissed you earlier and treated you like you were just...in the way. That wasn’t fair to you."

Cecilia blinked, flustered.

"No—no, it’s not like that!" She said quickly, waving her hands. Her cheeks flushed pink. "You weren’t wrong to think that, honestly. I’ve always been like this. Headstrong."

"I say things without thinking, I act before I consider the situation, and it makes people hate me. They think I’m weird, loud, or difficult to be around."

She let out a nervous laugh.

"So I figured you’d think the same. That I was just...a nuisance."

Mika’s brows lifted slightly.

"A nuisance?" He shook his head, smiling. "Not at all. I never thought that."

She blinked in surprise. "You...didn’t?"

"No." He said easily. "Hot-headed? Sure. But never a nuisance. In fact, it’s one of the things I like about you."

Her breath hitched. "Y-You...like?"

He smiled faintly as he went on to say,

"You’re fiery, passionate, and you care deeply about what you do. Most people lose that along the way, but not you. You remind me of why doctors exist in the first place—to fight for people, even when it’s messy, even when it’s personal. That’s not something to be ashamed of. It’s admirable."

Cecilia’s face turned pink, her hands clutching her coat nervously.

"I...I’ve never heard anyone say that before." She admitted softly. "Most people tell me to tone it down, to be calmer, quieter, more...proper."

"Don’t." Mika said simply. "Don’t change that. The world doesn’t need another polite doctor who only follows protocol. It needs doctors who care, who fight, who feel. And that’s you, Cecilia."

"You really think so?" Her lips parted in disbelief.

"Absolutely." He nodded, his gaze soft.

For a moment, she just stood there, her heart racing, her eyes glimmering with something between gratitude and confusion. Then, slowly, a smile formed on her lips—small, shy, but genuine.

"Thank you..." She whispered. "That’s one of the...the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me."

"There’s no need to thank me." Mika shook his head in return. "Just keep that fire burning, alright? I’d hate to see it fade."

Cecilia’s blush deepenes at his compliment, the color running up her neck. She began fiddling with her fingers nervously, looking down at the floor, then quickly glancing up at him before looking away.

Mika also noticed the intense flush and initially thought she was simply overwhelmed and embarrassed by the sudden outpouring of personal warmth.

But then he stopped himself.

He looked at her face closely and thoroughly, and realized the truth was far more complex.

It wasn’t just a simple blush of embarrassment.

The way she kept glancing up at him, the quick, darting movements of her eyes, the way she was nervously biting her lower lip, and the gesture of pulling her hair back behind her ear—all told an entirely different story.

It was the clear, unmistakable body language of intense, nervous interest. She was not just grateful; she was interested in him, in one way or another, in this very moment.

The realization sent a jolt of raw power through Mika’s system, instantly reigniting the repressed lust.

Before, he had been fighting the Will of the World because he had to resist forcing himself on an unwilling subject.

Now, she herself seemed to be signaling her interest.

’If she’s interested...’

The dangerous logic of the Will of the World—amplified by his earlier frustration—immediately took hold.

Her interest meant he didn’t really have to hold back. It meant her body was now a valid, willing outlet for the overwhelming desires that were currently threatening to tear him apart.

The suppression was over and it was time to satiate his hunger.