Seoryeong aimed for his neck again, raising her leg.
But her heel—which almost connected—only sliced through the air, missing its target.
Lee Wooshin easily dodged by turning his head, but he immediately **bit** Seoryeong's ankle and didn't let go.
"Ugh!"
The sensation of his fangs piercing her skin sent shivers down her spine.
But even then, her hand still moved roughly, gripping the man's genitals. Her palm continued to sweep over his shaft, already slick with pre-ejaculatory fluid.
Despite his heavy breathing, the look in Lee Wooshin's eyes remained sharp and calculating—he wasn't completely overcome by instinct yet.
_Letting him get away with this was a mistake._
Had her own standards changed after living, eating, and sleeping without boundaries with male colleagues?
Especially since Lee Wooshin used to be a strict Instructor who always addressed issues of sexual harassment at the camp. Seoryeong had unconsciously lowered her guard because of that.
"—"
Suddenly, the realization that she was gripping the man's most **vulnerable** point hit her like a revelation.
He was completely exposed, offering his greatest weakness, without any protection.
Song Ukchan had once been stabbed and stomped in the groin—but she didn't want to go that far with Lee Wooshin.
Even now, if his clothes were removed, his upper chest might already be covered in scratches from her.
_This wasn't entirely of my own volition—but it wasn't complete coercion either._
She had simply let it happen—carried away by confusion and tension.
The real problem was the sudden heat that had risen within her, and how the sight of the curved organ she had so wanted to see now **confused** her.
Seoryeong gripped his penis and pulled it sharply to the side—as if wiggling a loose tooth.
"Ugh!"
For the first time, an expression of pain appeared on Wooshin's face.
She scratched his shaft with her nails, drawing blood.
His wild movements instantly stopped. Blood flowed from the torn skin.
"Listen carefully, Instructor."
Seoryeong spoke while still holding his penis hostage.
She wasn't just gripping it—she was adjusting her hold, as if ready to **snap** it.
There was no bone inside a penis, but it could still fracture. Enough pressure could tear the internal tissues.
Lee Wooshin's eyebrows twitched as he realized what she intended to do.
"Do you think I'm some rich widow?"
An odd silence filled the space between them.
After a pause, Lee Wooshin straightened up, propping himself on his elbows, and let out a short, emotionless laugh.
He didn't look like a stranger in Seoryeong's bedroom.
"No. You don't look rich."
"..."
Though he hadn't found release, the man answered without resistance.
But Seoryeong's gaze kept flicking to the prominent erection still standing erect between his legs.
Every time she looked at it, she bit her tongue and forced her mind to stay focused.
_Women... even bonobos can get aroused just from watching sexual scenes. It's not who the subject is that matters, but how strong the visual stimulation is._
That wasn't a lie—she had indeed read that research. She had definitely seen it.
_So this sight... isn't much different from a bonobo._
_It's not like I'm shaken—I'm just looking at a bonobo in my bedroom..._
"...Then why are you doing this, Instructor?"
It was true that she had acted impulsively when she touched his pants waist.
But Lee Wooshin had responded **willingly**.
The man who had once scolded her harshly just for saying the word "genitals" was now offering his own for comparison.
"If you're not after my money, explain clearly what you want from me. Don't beat around the bush. Just **say it**."
At first, she had thought it was just a release of his superior's frustration. Then, she considered it trauma from a past experience.
But now, she could no longer explain it with logic.
"Do you want to play with me? Or just sleep with me? Or is there another reason?"
Her once rigid mindset was slowly changing with each incident.
_Could it be... him?_
Her lips, which had been about to speak, suddenly clamped shut.
Just imagining that last possibility made her skin crawl, as if she couldn't bear to voice it.
"Are you done comparing me to your husband?"
Lee Wooshin asked in a casual tone as he tucked his still-erect genitals back into his underwear.
Whether it was due to his extraordinary self-control or because he hadn't reached climax yet, there was no sign of annoyance—even though he had stopped everything so abruptly.
It wasn't just calmness—there was trained **discipline** in it.
"Is that the penis you've been searching for all this time?"
"Wait a minute, I didn't intend to do it this fast! I wanted to do it **slowly**."
"You said you'd know the answer as soon as you touched it. So it's enough, right—that I let you touch it?"
"...!"
"In the end, you're the one who enjoyed it. But I'm the one with torn skin."
"That's because **you**, Instructor—!"
"Let me make it clear, so you're not confused."
He got off the bed and turned on the bedroom light, which had been dark.
"I just want you, Agent Han Seoryeong, to desire one thing—**what's right in front of your eyes**."
Seoryeong closed her eyes briefly because of the glare, then opened them again.
"Only what you can **see**."
"..."
"Be ambitious. Desire it. And reach for it."
Lee Wooshin stood there for a long time, looking into her eyes with a gaze almost like someone who didn't want to let go.
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## — The MOU Signing Ceremony —
"If any suspicious people approach, just hit them with this baton."
Ki Taemin handed Seoryeong a baton and a portable radio with a lazy expression.
Dressed in a matching trouser suit, a sturdy belt, and a buckle that wouldn't easily come undone—according to uniform instructions—she was finally ready for her first field assignment.
Her location was the business center of the Seoul Hotel, where the memorandum of understanding (MoU) between Korea and Mongolia regarding the supply of rare earth metals was to be signed.
Unlike the chaotic night when everything fell apart, Seoryeong's appearance was now perfectly neat—not a single strand of hair out of place.
"If you're going to swing the baton, make sure your elbow stays close to your body, then release."
"Yes."
"Your palm should be open. Hook your thumb properly into the leather strap. Don't grip too tightly. Only tighten when attacking, then release again."
"..."
"Let me see your stance. Hold the baton."
"Ugh!"
Seoryeong trembled as an unwelcome flash of memory crossed her mind.
A suspicious gaze briefly glanced in her direction.
Since that night, Seoryeong had always locked her bedroom door. Lee Wooshin was also too busy with work, rarely coming home.
She felt relieved—but couldn't shake the vague unease in her chest. It often made her wake up early in the morning.
"Have you checked your surroundings? If you need to change position or if something happens, report it through your earpiece first."
"Okay."
She parted ways with Ki Taemin and continued her duties.
Inside the event area, bomb detectors were used, and X-ray machines scanned the bodies of the entering officials. Behind the scenes, surveillance was ongoing: video monitoring, vibration detection, and ultrasonic sensors.
Seoryeong adjusted her position while touching her earpiece a little awkwardly.
Time passed without incident.
Ki Taemin remained out of sight, like a sniper, while Seoryeong observed the movements of the senior security officers.
_Thirty minutes, right? The time when the Deputy Director enters and leaves this place—_
Seoryeong was pondering the information from Kang Taegon when an elderly woman approached her with a troubled face.
"Excuse me."
The woman's expression clearly showed discomfort as she pointed towards the women's restroom.
"I just heard strange noises from inside. Could you please check it out?"
Seoryeong followed the direction of the woman's finger.
Although she didn't know exactly what it was, the woman's expression was too clear to ignore.
While pressing the button on her earpiece, Seoryeong started walking.
"Senior, someone reported strange noises from the women's restroom. I'm going to check it out."
"Okay, go ahead."
As soon as she pushed open the restroom door, the sound immediately greeted her.
"Ah! Haah! Haaa!"
Seoryeong's face instantly stiffened.
She imagined her expression was probably exactly like the elderly woman's earlier.
"Hnng, ahhh!"
She hurriedly closed the door to muffle the heated moans.
Standing in front of the most suspicious stall, she knocked on the door.
"Excuse me. We received a complaint."
"Haaa!"
The sound continued.
The sound of skin hitting skin was clear and constant. Whoever was inside seemed to have lost all self-control, with wet and rhythmic sounds that grew faster and faster.
A body part—most likely the groin—was constantly hitting something.
But only one person could be heard making noise. The other was almost silent, only breathing softly, as if not even there.
Seoryeong clenched her fist and knocked again.
"Please lower your voice. And if possible, hurry up."
"Hng! Hnng!"
"Before you embarrass yourselves, get out **quickly**."
Suddenly, a large man's hand gripped the top of the stall, and the door began to shake violently.
The woman's body slammed against the door, while the man's hand gripping the stall support hardened, his knuckles turning white.
_Is he doing this on purpose now?_
Seoryeong's brow furrowed. She looked at her watch.
The writhing sounds reached a climax and then faded into irregular breathing.
Just as she was about to knock again—
**Crash!**
Without warning, the door flew open and a tall man in a black robe silently stepped out.
_A priest?_
Surprised, Seoryeong took a step back.
The tall man ignored her, heading straight for the sink. Inside the stall, a female hotel staff member lay half-naked, smiling awkwardly as if embarrassed by the situation.
The man who had just come out calmly washed his hands, completely unperturbed.
His robe looked neat—only the small cross behind his neck showing signs of previous activity.
_What a mess!_
Seoryeong suppressed a bitter laugh and closed the stall door.
Her eyes met the man's through the mirror's reflection.
No—the man was indeed looking **directly** at her. With a sharp gaze.
His movements were slow as he washed his hands, but his eyes never left her.
"..."
"..."
His hair was dark brown, and his eyes were deep black. Thick hair like a lion's mane covered his ears and neck.
Perhaps because of his religious robe, or the way his hair framed his face—there was a strange, sorrowful air about him.
If not for the recent incident, Seoryeong might have thought the man looked ascetic.
They stared at each other in silence, observing each other.
Then, the man suddenly put on a blank expression and turned around, leaving the faucet running.
One step. Two steps...
As he approached, a strong, lingering scent began to surround Seoryeong.
"Sonya?"
His voice sounded like someone who had just seen a ghost.
He looked Korean—but spoke in a foreign language.
Seoryeong watched him warily.
The man repeated it again, this time softer, with a tone like an old wound reopened.
"Sonya?"