"_Haaaah!_"
Pleasure finally overpowered the pain.
Her hips jerked upward involuntarily.
Lee Wooshin stared into her eyes with feral intensity, biting and sucking hard at the tender flesh of her inner thigh. His movements turned savage. Their bodies slapped together wetly. In those brief, brutal moments, he ground his palm against her swollen clit.
Her flesh throbbed, hot and oversensitive.
"_Ha... Huh... Ha..._"
Their eyes locked.
Both mouths parted at the same moment.
Hot breath mingled in the stale air. Saliva gathered on their tongues.
Seoryeong couldn't hold back the moan any longer.
As her lips trembled open, Lee Wooshin slammed his forehead against hers, jaw clenched so tight it looked painful.
But even then, their gazes never wavered—fierce, hateful, **alive**.
Her body spasmed violently.
She came again.
"Did you come again?"
"_Ha... Ha..._"
He smirked, but didn't pull his soaked fingers free.
He just breathed—slow, ragged, exhausted.
Something thick and heavy pressed against her ass.
Seoryeong's brow furrowed, but she kept stealing glances downward.
He'd been so composed, so controlled from the start.
But now his cock strained against his pants like it was about to burst.
That contradiction—cold face, desperate body—ignited something in her.
She lowered her trembling legs and **wrapped them around his waist** on her own.
"――!"
Lee Wooshin's expression shattered.
He didn't push her away.
He **pulled her closer**.
His face twisted in pure disgust—like he'd been hit in the back of the head with something filthy.
"What's next? A finger or a penis tattoo?"
"...What did you just say?"
"Curved. That one."
Seoryeong asked calmly, still catching her breath.
"Take it out. Let's see how curved it is."
"...!"
She continued, unfazed by his shock.
"It's a long story, but I don't know much about my husband's body. Except one thing. His cock curves upward at the tip—like a hook. It's... unique."
"..."
"Earlier, I felt yours is bent too, Instructor."
"..."
"If I close my eyes and touch it, I can compare them quickly."
Lee Wooshin stared at her like he couldn't comprehend what he was hearing.
"Now that you've started this sexual torture, if I don't get into Blast, I might just start hunting curved cocks instead."
She looked distant, almost confused.
"I thought I could only ever sleep with my husband. But now... my body is just a body."
"....!"
"Maybe I should thank you, Instructor. Now I'll sleep with other men too. Only the curved ones."
She tilted her head.
"I think I can tell if it's him just by the shape..."
"...What? You—what the hell are you saying?"
His voice came out hoarse, barely above a whisper.
Lee Wooshin blinked rapidly, like he was waking from a nightmare.
His face had gone deathly pale.
"Well, isn't this convenient? We can use it for interrogation training. You can be the substitute."
She nodded toward his crotch.
"May I... try?"
She—the victim of violence just moments ago—was now the one with **fire** in her eyes.
Lee Wooshin looked like he'd opened Pandora's box and found it staring back at him.
"...This crazy woman."
He spat the curse through gritted teeth.
"Han Seoryeong. I told you not to look for a husband substitute here."
"So what?"
She showed no shame, even with her ruined clothes and exposed body.
Lee Wooshin was the one who couldn't meet her eyes.
He pressed his temples hard, Adam's apple bobbing violently.
His fingers curled like claws.
But Seoryeong wouldn't let this chance slip.
"Before dinner... why don't you just take off your pants?"
A hollow, broken laugh escaped him.
"Member Han Seoryeong."
"Yes."
"Let's just say 59.9343°N, 30.3351°E is something the instructor never heard."
"What?"
"Because the detainee was too excellent. She never broke."
"Me?"
"And that curved thing..." He grimaced. "Ah, **fuck**..."
He shifted awkwardly, supporting her weight with the bucket beneath her feet as he disentangled her legs from his waist.
Seoryeong finally relaxed, letting out a long, shaky breath.
Her legs trembled like a newborn foal's.
She looked at Lee Wooshin's rigid back and asked quietly:
"But if it follows the instructor's advice... isn't this a safer method?"
He closed his eyes tight, like he was enduring the worst punishment of his life.
"Is there a problem with finding something similar to my husband here? This seems better than metal clamps or rotting in filth."
"..."
He stared at the ceiling, fingers drumming against his temple.
"Ah! By the way, do you know if Instructor Jin Hoje—"
**BANG.**
The door slammed shut.
The old bulb flickered once, twice—then shattered on the floor.
Darkness swallowed the room.
For the first time in the program's history...
The instructor surrendered first.
And fled.
---
The forty-eight hours that were supposed to break everyone finally ended.
When the trainees were released from the underground rooms, none of them looked human.
Exactly half had rung their bells and quit.
The rest emerged swollen, bruised, faces like crushed grapes—but smiling.
They'd survived.
"Are you okay?"
Her teammates turned to Seoryeong, still standing somehow.
They scanned her up and down with bulging, bloodshot eyes.
It would take days for their faces to look normal again.
"Yours must have been hell."
"How do you know?"
"Word spreads fast here."
Seoryeong shrugged.
"I was angry. But it wasn't the worst thing I've endured."
A face flashed in her mind—shifting, changing under flickering light. Multiple masks on one man.
She remembered Lee Wooshin's strange, fractured expressions in that dark room.
Her brows twitched.
"I feel like I stepped into forbidden territory."
"What?"
"Like I broke some kind of taboo."
Her teammates' faces turned grave.
"Hey... they said you were left in water. In total darkness for two days."
"Huh?"
They patted her shoulder sympathetically.
Their own faces looked like squeezed dough.
Rumor had it Han Seoryeong had been abandoned in a water-filled cell, alone in the dark for forty-eight hours.
Not entirely wrong.
After Lee Wooshin fled, she had been alone until the end.
When she woke, her pants were somehow back on.
No pain anywhere.
The broken bulb meant pitch black—but darkness was home to her.
She'd slept better than she had in weeks.
Hungry, arms aching from the ropes, but...
It had almost been peaceful.
The others assumed she'd suffered the worst.
They didn't know the instructor had run.
And occasionally, in places she couldn't name, she felt a dull, secret ache.