"You crazy bastard...!"
The cold air on her exposed lower body made her skin crawl. Shame burned across her face, hotter than any touch. Seoryeong squeezed her eyes shut, but a foreign finger still combed mercilessly through her pubic hair and scratched her most sensitive skin.
"_Ugh...!_"
She bit her tongue hard enough to taste blood, refusing to give him any sound.
"Just say it."
"I'll kill you. I swear I'll **kill** you..."
"Even if another man violates you like this, do you think your husband will be happy you're looking for him?"
"..."
"Will you still keep searching for him?"
"..."
"Say it quickly. If you don't speak now, your cunt will be ruined."
"...!"
She snapped her eyes open and glared at him with pure venom.
He tilted his head lazily.
"I told you—reasonable conversation is over."
Then, without warning, his middle finger **thrust** into her dry opening.
"_Aah...!_"
Pure pain. No warmth. No mercy.
She twisted violently, but he pinned her thighs with one hand and forced her still.
"_Ugh..._"
He added his index and ring fingers, stretching her brutally.
"_Agh...!_ It hurts...!"
"Of course it hurts. You're not supposed to enjoy this."
"_Ugh...!_"
"Han Seoryeong. **Calm down.**"
His voice was strained, veins bulging on his forehead as he held his breath. She knew this was training. She knew she hadn't rung the bell to quit. But a wave of pointless, crushing sadness crashed over her anyway.
_Does Kim Hyeon even know?_
_Does he know I'm enduring this—being humiliated like this—just to find him?_
The thought made her angrier than the pain.
"This isn't even sex, so why the fuck should I relax? Just **do it**, you bastard...!"
Wooshin's brow twitched. His face twisted—satisfyingly.
Seoryeong smiled through her rage, cold and cynical.
His fingers paused inside her.
Then three fingers slammed in at once.
"_Ugh..._"
He scraped her inner walls roughly, mercilessly. Each thrust forced her legs wider, her body jerking against the ropes. Lewd, wet sounds filled the room as he bent his fingers and scooped inside her like he was trying to hollow her out.
His jaw clenched so tight she could see the muscles jumping.
"Even when you're violated like this, finding your husband is still more important?"
His voice cut like ice.
Seoryeong clamped her mouth shut and stared at him with bloodshot eyes that refused to cry.
His gaze could have melted steel.
She didn't flinch.
"You walked into the garbage yourself, you idiot. Why can't you understand?"
He yanked his hand out suddenly.
The air between them turned frigid.
They glared at each other, breathing hard.
Seoryeong kept her mouth stubbornly shut.
Wooshin’s lip curled in disgust.
"Don't be so blindly stubborn."
His gaze dropped to her reddened, swollen sex.
He raked a hand through his hair, muttered a low curse, and **shoved his fingers back inside**.
The slick heat swallowed him instantly.
"If you act this emotional, it doesn't look like love. It looks like **madness**."
"...!"
His words struck her heart like frozen steel.
"Is it so hard to live normally without going through this?"
His thick fingers stretched her wider, churning relentlessly. Seoryeong panted, fighting the tremors running through her body. She clenched her fists until her nails drew blood.
"That's exactly what I'm trying to do."
"What?"
"My husband **is** my normal."
Wooshin froze.
"To live normally... I need Kim Hyeon."
He flinched—she felt it, they were so close.
"I've never had normal. Not once in my life. But he gave it to me. Like a gift."
"..."
"So what if this devotion is a disease? Then I'll live as a patient."
Wooshin blinked slowly, breath catching.
"So no matter what terrible things you do... I won't run away."
"Why would I run from **you**?"
"..."
"You're nothing like my husband. At least Instructor Jin Hoje is tolerable. Whatever you do to me is **pointless**."
Her voice was flat. Empty. Factual.
"Go get that electric stick you threw away. Shove it in my ear. Let's see who breaks first."
Wooshin's face flushed dark with rage.
He spat into his palm and smeared it deliberately over her exposed sex.
A cruel smile twisted his mouth.
"I'm even sparing you from spitting in your boyfriend's face."
Disgust crawled over her skin, but the heat of his touch made her bite her lip.
He found her clit with terrifying precision and **pressed**.
"_Ah...!_"
White flashed behind her eyes. A violent jolt shot through her body.
It had been so long since anyone touched her like this.
She tried to think of Kim Hyeon—only Kim Hyeon—but her body remembered roughness differently.
Right before he disappeared, Kim Hyeon had been brutal with her too.
_"I told you not to close your eyes in front of me."_
"_Ugh...!_"
Wooshin switched to shallow, rapid thrusts—targeting the spot that made her convulse. Her lower abdomen spasmed. Her nipples ached. Pleasure she **refused** spread to her toes like poison.
Moisture leaked out against her will.
"I know exactly what you're thinking. **Open your eyes.**"
"_Haa..._"
Two fingers plunged deep, drawing out slick sounds. Her traitorous body clutched at him greedily.
"Comparing me to that husband of yours who looks like Jin Hoje makes me **sick**. Open your goddamn eyes."
"_Ugh..._"
He ground his palm against her clit.
Every hair on her body stood on end.
Wooshin’s breathing turned ragged.
He was losing control.
And then, as if he couldn't hold back anymore—
He bent down and **sank his teeth into her thigh**, hard enough to bruise, right at the crease where leg met groin.
Pain and unwanted heat exploded through her at once.