“Did I hear wrong? You two… what did you do?”
CEO Kang Tae-gon’s gaze shifted back and forth between the two people sitting side by side on the sofa. Seoryeong, her neat forehead exposed by her neatly tied hair, glanced sideways at Lee Wooshin’s stiff suit. She had stopped by Blast to deliver a clean white envelope that was inside his jacket. It had been a week since she proposed to Lee Wooshin. And many things had happened during that time. The honeymoon home, the starting point of the arson, was charred and crumpled beyond recognition, with almost nothing salvageable. Lee Wooshin silently observed that strange honeymoon home, lingering in front of the wall where the empty frame had been. Seoryeong didn’t like his expression and deliberately stomped on the crackling debris. She wanted to ask him, one by one, what he was like back then, whether his married life with her had truly been nothing more than an obligation, but she couldn’t… She wasn’t sane enough to listen to anyone’s story right now. He had secrets about his birth—definitely on the bad side—and the things black ops agents did for the country would never be honorable actions in the first place, so rashly starting a conversation would only be detrimental to her. Forgiveness would clearly be his responsibility, and she hated that. It felt overwhelming, painful, and like it was causing indigestion. So, she liked this ruined house. It felt like it was replacing her explosive anger, and seeing the house turn pitch black finally eased her breathing a little. ‘We need to investigate that woman further!’ The sound of paper being slammed down nervously was soon blocked by the thick iron door. A police investigation was conducted on Seoryeong, the sole resident of the villa and a suspect, but she escaped without injury. A light laugh burst out at the reality that the National Intelligence Service, which had arbitrarily manipulated her life, was running around cleaning up after her like this. Still, she had even signed an agreement not to cause any more trouble, so if Kim Hyeon found out, he might tie her up and get angry again. She glanced at Lee Wooshin, and their eyes met. ‘Instructor, do you suspect me too?’ ‘…….’ ‘Do you think I really burned down the house?’ He intertwined his fingers with hers and suddenly squeezed tightly. His hands were still trembling slightly. ‘It was only for a moment, but I thought you might be dead.’ ‘…….’ ‘Yet, amidst that chaos, you even managed to get a proposal. I might be the only person in the world to receive such a proposal, so let’s just consider it warding off bad luck for now. It doesn’t matter even if Agent Han Seoryeong really did burn down the house.’ ‘Why?’ ‘Because it reads like you truly cut ties with Kim Hyeon.’ ‘…….’ ‘Which also means I won.’ As soon as the house was completely demolished one morning, Lee Wooshin immediately secured a new apartment. Everything proceeded smoothly. Like a truly engaged couple preparing for their wedding, the two had to discuss the overflowing tasks. Lee Wooshin began going to the new house for treatment, and Seoryeong decorated every corner of the house as she pleased. She carefully selected and brought many items that would give it her touch in the future. But the problem started from that moment on. ‘Hng…!’ They constantly clung to each other like animals. They pressed their shoulders and waists tightly, sucking each other’s lips at every opportunity. His body still seemed to smell of burning, but something like sobs escaped from the penis inserted inside. Lee Wooshin tried not to part from her even for a moment. He followed her even when she went to the bathroom, and despite the piles of boxes to be thrown away, he couldn’t even comfortably go to sort the recycling once. His intention to hold onto her was very clear in that way. The frequency of sexual intercourse also increased. He poured kisses on her until her whole face itched, unhooked her bra whenever he had a chance, and forced his large penis inside. What had been the trigger, whether it was the proposal, or the fire, or both. ‘Hah…! Ugh…!’ Every time he inserted his penis, he was always desperate and urgent. His waist naturally swayed as he greedily moved in and out of her inner walls. She lost her mind and groaned. Lee Wooshin, like a person driven mad by anxiety, changed locations every day and focused on thrusting. For the past few days, all they had done was eat and do that. They faced each other with their genitals exposed without wearing anything, and their damp and wet intersections grew hot every day. Even when they did other things, their lips would often overlap if their eyes met. They often intertwined their bodies even while sleeping. ‘Heu… eu…!’ He didn’t stop penetrating. Then, he couldn’t even be bothered to pick up and put on the scattered clothes one by one, so he just took them off and walked around naked. Then, when Lee Wooshin plunged in all at once, water now leaked on its own. White objects kept exploding in front of her eyes, and it was a series of constantly lustful days where her memories were fragmented. ‘Haa…. Stop…! I’m hungry….’ Once her mind began to melt, she couldn’t think of anything else. She became a fool who only said simple things like being hungry, sleepy, and wanting to go to the bathroom. ‘Eugh, hng…!’ She repeatedly hit his pillar of flesh. He moved at high speed, as if wanting to penetrate the clogged inner walls even further. Lee Wooshin asked gently, even though he had no intention of stopping his rough piston movements. Her wet flesh desperately tried to trap him. ‘Do you really want to marry Instructor and live with him?’ ‘How many times will you ask…! Ugh, heue…!’ ‘Think carefully and answer. If you marry me, there will be no divorce.’ ‘Ah, ah…!’ ‘There will never be such a thing.’ Her insides contracted even more in the heat of passion. Her limp body was completely filled by his throbbing penis. She closed her eyes, letting out a flushed groan. The feeling of unity she experienced with him was almost painful. ‘Ah, ugh…!’ Even when he pulled out, her opening didn’t close easily. She had been pinned against the bedroom window and pounded, then her buttocks were only halfway on the dining table, and it had only been a little while ago that they had returned to bed. ‘Haa…!’ Lee Wooshin lifted one of her thighs and relentlessly thrust upwards. Her nipples were swollen until their skin peeled, and her limbs were limp and trembling weakly. Even so, her vagina was tightly restrained. The excessive pleasure still lingered. He splashed all the actions he could in that new house as if marking his territory. Every time that happened, Seoryeong thought of different things. Where should I go next? At times like this, she felt acutely aware that she was an orphan with no ties. Should she go to an island rather than the mainland? She had heard that an island called Hwaido was famous for its trees and music. If so, wouldn’t there be a nursing home there too? Or, how about going to a truly remote rural area? ‘Seoryeong-ah, what are you thinking, doing that during sex.’ ‘Ugh, eu…!’ ‘Why are you paying less attention to your groom?’ ‘No…’ ‘You proposed first, I’m just diligently responding.’ ‘Heue, sh….’ He plunged deep and went straight in. Ecstasy surged, but she didn’t show it. Every time he pulled back to his glans and thrust again, her mind went blank. He chewed and bit her whole body as if sucking her breasts. ‘When is a good date?’ ‘As soon as possible… hng…’ ‘Where should we go for our honeymoon?’ ‘Mexico, El Salvador, or Cuba…’ ‘Those are all dangerous countries.’ ‘That’s why I like them, euheung…!’ Later, the area between her legs became red and festered, and she felt a stinging pain every time she walked. When she couldn’t walk properly, the greedy attachment finally halved. Knock, knock―! As CEO Kang tapped the armrest, her thoughts, which had been wandering for the past few days, snapped back.
“What exactly are you two… What is this resignation letter I asked about…!”
Kang Taegon looked at the two with a dumbfounded expression. Seoryeong, her face gaunt in recent days, held out a white envelope. As a result, she had found Kim Hyeon and kept him by her side, so there was no need to continue working in this industry.
“I’m sorry. It’s not something that required a visit to the CEO’s office, but our team leader…”
“I need permission, so I came.”
Lee Wooshin also took out a resignation letter from his inner pocket. He shrugged, saying he had no choice but to come along.
“Team Leader Lee, what in the world…”
“I will finish the remaining requests before leaving.”
Kang Taegon frowned as if he had a headache. He gulped down the hot, steaming tea and put it down with a thud.
“Unless our company is truly cursed, why is the Special Security Team ending up like this…!”
The grumbling CEO Kang glared at Seoryeong.
“I believe Agent Han Seoryeong owes me a great deal.”
“……”
She had no choice but to lower her head quietly. In other words, this was a stigma. The rumors that Han Seoryeong’s success rate was close to zero when she went on missions. That was the case with the post-quantum cryptography incident, the Sakhalin request, and even the Equatorial Guinea cargo ship. Moreover, he heard that Blast Company’s losses were enormous because all the agents on this cargo ship were lost and even the actual goods had been completely stolen. Company employees jokingly said that it seemed they were cursed, but that changed and spread, saying that Han Seoryeong was ‘that curse.’ Seoryeong had no excuse even if she died, as she had used Blast Company for her own purposes. Fortunately, Kang Taegon didn’t make any other complaints. He only reminded her of the story about the final request.
“I’m sure you remember what I said last time.”
“Of course, I remember.”
He had said terrorist. Seoryeong inwardly recalled the VIP client with a unique history and mentioned his name.
“Rigai Viktor.”
Clang, Lee Wooshin accidentally bumped the teacup with his knee. Hot water flowed down, but the man, who had suddenly turned cold, only stared sharply at Seoryeong’s lips. He didn’t seem to believe she had spoken those words aloud. His shock seemed to resonate from his stiff eyes.