"How many times have I told you that your presence here is an **obstacle**?"
Suddenly, Seoryeong could read Lee Wooshin's feelings with crystal clarity.
They were repeating the same conversation they'd had at the hospital that day.
She sighed bitterly and gritted her teeth.
"Seoryeong, **get out of here!**"
His voice was harsh, cutting.
"Don't look back again. Live your life like an ordinary person."
Whether it was getting out of the torture room, getting out of the training center, or getting out of Blast entirely—Lee Wooshin seemed to think of nothing but **driving her away**.
That was why every conversation always ended at the same point.
He pressed down on her chest, using his fingertips to scratch and pinch her nipples hard.
_Ugh...!_
Seoryeong tried to suppress the sound, biting her lip harder to keep any noise from escaping. Her stomach rose and fell heavily. His hand was hot, but his gaze remained **cold** as he watched her reaction.
"Just one word."
He released her chest.
"Just say you won't look for your husband anymore."
"......!"
"If you say that, this torture training will end soon."
Her heart felt frozen instantly.
"Is that what the instructor wants to hear?"
"A human mouth is fragile. And forty-eight hours with the instructor is a **long time**."
His answer seemed unrelated, but it was clearly a **threat**. He was saying he could force her to give up.
Seoryeong closed her eyes and suppressed the turbulent emotions in her chest.
Lee Wooshin looked at the palm of his hand for a moment before gripping her tightly again.
"Why do you still want to look for that useless husband, even though you have to face this kind of humiliation?"
"......!"
"I'll give you one last chance."
He gave her a final choice—a choice that forced her to make a decision.
"Stop, Seoryeong. Don't cross this line again."
His face looked dark, like the depths beneath the ocean.
In fact, Lee Wooshin's words all made sense. Seoryeong had no answer to give. The reality was that she'd come here on a rash impulse, without a plan. She hadn't thought carefully about joining Blast—just followed her obsession with finding Kim Hyeon.
But if she had to choose now...
Instead of answering, she held her breath and **spat in his face**.
"――!"
The light in the room flickered once more.
The silence that followed made the atmosphere unbearably heavy.
"If the instructor won't help me find my husband, then **stop bothering me**."
She stood still as a statue in this dilapidated torture room. Not even her eyelashes moved.
Seoryeong watched him carefully, every instinct on high alert.
The flickering light made his face look different each time it shone—shadows passing over his eyebrows and nose, making him look terrifying.
Finally, Lee Wooshin nodded slowly, as if he understood.
The corners of his lips lifted in a **cold smile**.
He licked the saliva at the corner of his mouth with his bright red tongue.
"The instructor's words are unpleasant to hear, aren't they?"
His smile seemed capable of captivating souls.
It made Seoryeong deeply uncomfortable.
Suddenly, the cold water from the bucket he was holding was poured over her body.
"_Aaah...!_"
The unexpected shock of cold water soaking her made Seoryeong's body tremble violently.
But the man remained still. Methodical. Like a machine.
He reached for his belt and began to undo it.
"Ah...! Let go of me...!"
As soon as she felt his hands, she fully regained consciousness.
Seoryeong struggled with all her might. She kicked with both legs—wild, desperate—her body trying to evade his grasp in **fear**. Her legs struck his hands, chest, shoulders, stomach, relentless.
He tried to control her with an expression like a bull about to charge.
"――!"
But Seoryeong pulled herself up to his shoulders and began to choke his neck forcefully with her legs.
His face began to turn red from the pressure she applied.
"Your effort is good. But you know it's not enough."
When Seoryeong's gaze met his smiling eyes, she immediately realized her struggle was **futile**.
The sound of fabric tearing echoed near her ear.
"You already know what's going to happen."
"Will you stop or not?"
"No. You have to remember—you are a **prisoner**, not an instructor who will give up."
Seoryeong's pants were completely torn.
Her efforts failed. The situation reversed instantly.
Lee Wooshin pressed her legs tightly so she couldn't move.
"I told you. Just one word. You just need to say it."
"......"
"Just say it, and I'll stop."
Seoryeong's eyes trembled violently.
He used a knife to tear the back of her pants, ripping them until the fabric was tattered like a rag.
Her heart pounded rapidly, as if it would explode from **fear** and **shame**.
At the same time, Seoryeong realized she wouldn't be able to get out of here safely—no matter what happened after this.
She would **definitely** not be the same again.
Lee Wooshin tore her pants as if he were handling the entrails of a pig—no emotion whatsoever. His body was filled with tight muscles every time he moved. The look in his eyes was as cold as when he'd once ordered Hochanna to be disposed of.
Cold sweat ran down her back.
"Damn psycho...!"
"You call me a psycho just because of _this_?" He smiled. "The instructor must be very regretful."
"If you want to rape someone, just go to another room, you bastard!"
"Oh, and you? Do you want to be with someone else here?"
"Of course it's better than being with **you**!"
As Seoryeong retorted, Lee Wooshin immediately stopped moving.
"Who is it? Jin Hoje?"
"What?"
"That guy you used to follow around, drooling like a dog."
"Aah…"
"What?"
Lee Wooshin mimicked Seoryeong's sighing sound, furrowing his brow.
"Why? If that guy tore your pants, you'd feel better, right? Because he looks like your husband? That bastard? You're really **annoying**."
"What?"
"Just because his body is big like a rock, you like it? Then your eyes must have problems."
"Yes! I **do** have problems with my eyes! My husband looks like that too!"
"......"
"......"
A bitter silence enveloped them.
Both showed sullen expressions, as if their words were hurting themselves more than each other.
Lee Wooshin gritted his teeth and pulled the rope, making Seoryeong's body lower.
The difference in eye level was a clear way to control.
As Seoryeong was lowered, her legs trapped around his neck began to weaken and loosen.
"Don't look at Jin Hoje's face and lose your mind."
"Ugh... Let go of me now!"
"There are certain instructors you can stare at, and those you **shouldn't**. Jin Hoje?" He scoffed. "He's the latter."
Lee Wooshin used both hands to support her legs before placing them on his shoulders.
"_Ugh...!_"
She tried to resist, but now she couldn't move anymore.
Both her hands were tied above her head. Her spread legs revealed parts that shouldn't be exposed, pressed tightly against him.
This floating position in the air made her want to rely entirely on Lee Wooshin—but it felt like a position ready to be **infiltrated**.
No, more than that, the problem was that Lee Wooshin was hugging Seoryeong's thighs tightly, as if he wouldn't let go at all.
He lowered his head to look at Seoryeong's unprotected underwear.
She shouted anxiously.
"Don't look...! Go away...!"
Heat spread through her, making the area around her eyes red.
She squirmed, trying to escape his grasp, but the more she struggled, the tighter he held her.
And at that moment, Lee Wooshin quickly pulled down her underwear without hesitation.