That was the word that shattered everything. Lee Wooshin felt the blood drain from his feet. As he froze, unable to breathe properly, Han Seoryeong’s face crumpled as if she was about to cry, but soon she revealed disgust and revulsion. Her voice trembled.
“But that doesn’t make sense…”
“……”
“How could you be my husband?”
“……”
“You and I, we’ve been through so much together…!”
She cut off her words painfully, as if her throat was swelling, and finally screamed.
“How could Kim Hyeon be right in front of me—!”
The wretched sound of metal exploded, completely distorted.
“Teach me, scold me, comfort me!”
“……”
“How could you hand me Kim Hyeon’s corpse and touch me with your bare skin!”
“……”
“How could you do this!”
Lee Wooshin looked as if he had swallowed poison. The terror he wanted to avoid the most suddenly appeared without warning. He moved his trembling jaw meaninglessly. He didn’t want to accept it, didn’t want to allow it. Instead, his Adam’s apple bobbed with nausea. Was this the end? Was this how they would end, like this, in this way? With every desperate breath, it felt like hot volcanic ash was burning his lungs. An overwhelming pain, like retribution, struck the sinner.
“Wait, just a moment, Seoryeong—”
“Don’t call me that…! Don’t ever think about touching me.”
Han Seoryeong pulled Kiya closer, her eyes blazing with a desire to stab someone.
“……!”
Kiya folded his eyes and willingly opened his mouth, and soon their tongues began to mix obscenely. Chup, chup, a dirty sound flowed out. Han Seoryeong defiantly accepted and swallowed Kiya’s saliva.
“Haa…. Sonya, Sonya… more…!”
“――!”
Lee Wooshin, even as he faced that scene, couldn’t move under her blatant gaze, like the barrel of a gun. His body felt stiff like a plaster statue. As if in payment for his deception, the back of his feet wouldn’t move, as if nailed down. Lee Wooshin clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
“…Han Seoryeong, stop—.”
Kiya groaned, rubbing his already fully erect penis against her lower body, then quickly pulled up her clothes and lowered his pants.
“That… that’s enough… come here, come here….”
His voice trembled under the pressure of a brain that felt like it would explode. But Han Seoryeong only stared at the man whose every action had been revealed, as if mocking him. At that moment, her neat and slender fingers touched that narrow crevice.
“Ahh…!”
Seeing their heavy, hot breaths made Lee Wooshin’s vision turn fiery red. Another man’s saliva dripped from the corner of Han Seoryeong’s lips. Even as he thought it was his punishment, an uncontrollable murderous intent surged within him. He barely pieced together his fragmented thoughts and said.
“If you lie there, you’ll only be stained with that bastard’s blood.”
Even at his terrifying threat, Han Seoryeong only crossed her arms and took off her clothes. Kiya eagerly placed his mouth on her swaying breasts.
“You damn…!”
Finally unable to bear it, Lee Wooshin lifted a wooden chair and struck the back of Kiya’s head, and struck him again. This was the limit of what he could do, however slow it might be. But even as the chair leg broke, Kiya didn’t let go until his clitoris was stretched long. That tenacity was like a dog’s, dirty and greedy. Beneath the bright red tongue, his wife’s nipple was being brutally crushed. Han Seoryeong closed her eyes as if wincing, and Kiya lunged at her with glee. That damn bastard…! At the same moment that uncontrollable rage erupted within him, Lee Wooshin writhed in helplessness. He could only stare at Kiya’s throbbing carotid artery, but his body wouldn’t support him at all. What kind of terrible drug did they use? If he could, he wanted to stab his own body to free himself from this paralysis even a little. Even so, the wet sounds continued to come.
“Han Seoryeong, you better hit me more, destroy me…!”
“Eung…!”
“Don’t show that to me, you bitch, let me die…!”
“That’s what I’m doing, heuht, ah.”
At that moment, his body twisted, and Kiya climbed on top of Han Seoryeong, pressing her down. And as he thrust himself into her unprepared opening. Heuh…! A groan escaped his wife’s lips. Greedy hands caressed her breasts and sought her lips, locking them again. Han Seoryeong stared sharply into her husband’s eyes, but didn’t stop the obscene kiss. Their lips glistened with each other’s saliva. A lewd color stained her expressionless face.
“Do more. More… harder…! Ah, ah…!”
From Han Seoryeong’s earlobe to her collarbone and nipples, everything was dyed bright red.
“Euheut, heueung…! More, more…!”
Nausea surged at her clinging voice. With each thrust, which grew faster, his wife’s body swayed.
Lee Wooshin had closed his eyes since then. The muscles in his jaw stood out beneath his chin, as if they would break, as he clenched his teeth.
“Eueung, heu, ah, ah…!”
The old bed creaked under the force of the frantic thrusts. The priest pulled his hips closer and grabbed and spread her buttocks wide. Han Seoryeong groaned, even as she was in pain.
“Ahheu, euk, ah…!”
Kiya kept stroking her calves with his hands, stirring the flesh inside. Every time his wife’s vulva was stirred, Lee Wooshin’s face crumbled and he gritted his teeth. He would never, never be taken away like this.
“Eu, there, euht, heueu…!”
He listened to his wife’s moans and carved them into his shattered heart. He couldn’t lose you, he couldn’t let you go, not like this. He compulsively repeated it again and again. As he strained and endured with all his might, he felt a fishy taste not only in the whites of his eyes, where blood vessels had burst, but even in his mouth. Then, he suddenly met her painfully smiling gaze.
“I’ll burn everything. Everything. Without leaving a single trace of you.”
As his pubic bone crashed against his wife’s inner wall again— “――!”
The scene before his eyes shattered and darkness poured in.
“Hukk…!”
Lee Wooshin woke up from his sleep and nimbly dodged. A knife was embedded in the pillow. He rolled his body once more, breathing roughly, and the figure hidden in the darkness chuckled.
“What’s wrong, Masca? Did you have a nightmare?”
“……!”
A cold resolve settled in his head. When Lee Wooshin heard his code name, he could only think of killing this ghost. He took out a silenced pistol from beside the bed and immediately pulled the trigger. Damn it…. Even thinking about it again, it was a terrible dream. He felt incredibly dirty. Even drinking a bowl of feces couldn’t have been more messed up than this. Lee Wooshin shook his head, barely shaking off the drowsiness. Shit, shit…! Nervous curses swirled in his mouth along with his rough breaths. Violent emotions surged, to the point where he wanted to tear his head apart. Shoo—! The silently fired bullet embedded itself in the ceiling as Kiya boldly lowered his posture and stabbed his shoulder. The light bulb shattered, and sharp fragments rained down. The chills that still ran down his spine must have been a lingering effect of the nightmare. Lee Wooshin felt as if he had glimpsed the moment his secret would be revealed. He had twisted himself destructively and slept with anyone. Then he had to deal with the culprit, who was clearly the source of everything. If he didn’t want the same nightmare to repeat, he had to kill that bastard. Immediately, both men swiftly drew their daggers and clashed.
“――!”
“――!”
Geugeugeuk, the blades colliding at the same time emitted a gruesome sound and began to struggle. Both men gritted their teeth at the opponent’s taut strength. Han Seoryeong, could we have lived a normal life as a man and a woman? But I will definitely make it happen. He found his gun again and aimed it, even in the dim vision. In response, Kiya reflexively threw a pillow to change the direction of the gun. Clink, clink, soon the room became a mess. Chairs fell and fists flew. Relentless blows aimed at the opponent’s vitals were poured out. They didn’t waste a single second and swung their arms. They boldly plunged their knives into the jaw, eardrum, solar plexus, and neck. But they were blocked even as they penetrated, and they dodged even as they fell, slamming their bodies against the wall. He couldn’t let his guard down for a moment against the fierce blows coming from blind spots. In an instant, the man who had repeatedly struck Kiya’s jaw slammed him onto the table. And he grabbed an electrical cord and wrapped it tightly around his neck.
“Kh, as expected, your eyes are gray, Young Master.”
“……!”
At that moment, Kiya grinned and licked his lips slowly.
“I came because I wanted to confirm those eyes. Don’t you remember?”