Surprised, Seoryeong gasped—her mouth falling open.
Lee Wooshin's wet tongue twined around hers, moving with a sensation that was both tantalizing and aggressive.
Her hands flailed aimlessly as he tilted his head, pressing their bodies even closer.
The movement of his jaw felt like he was **devouring** her. Each deeper suction made their saliva overflow, dripping from their locked lips.
She was pushed backward, and every time her lips parted slightly, his tongue slipped in again—relentlessly rubbing the soft inner parts of her mouth until her cheeks puffed out from the pressure.
_This was different._
This was nothing like when they fell off the cliff during training. Back then, Lee Wooshin had looked panicked—his face clearly showing it was a huge mistake.
But **now**... the danger felt real.
And Seoryeong's hands began to tremble, an uncomfortable tension growing within her.
The two of them, as if in silent agreement, had never mentioned that day's incident again. The mistake they shared was still tolerable. Occasionally, they could feel something smoldering beneath the surface—but ignoring it felt easier.
But now...
This kiss made her feel as if her lips could **melt**.
She stumbled backward and braced herself on the desk. Jin Hoje's tumbler fell to the floor with a loud crash after being knocked over by her hand.
Lee Wooshin tilted his head even further, as if nothing could stop him now.
"Mm!"
Despite Seoryeong's muffled sound, he didn't break the kiss.
He held her face in place, pressing his lips firmly against hers.
The man's sharp tongue probed and scraped the inner walls of her mouth—forcefully, deeply—as if it wasn't just a kiss.
His sharp nose pressed against her cheek, and the sound of their mingled breaths was greedy and wild.
_This was no longer just a kiss._
Their lips rubbed together roughly and hotly, wet flesh colliding. The melting heat from within made Seoryeong's body feel no longer fully under her control.
Her breath hitched, and she began to pant.
The mixture of their saliva was so thick, it was hard to distinguish whose was whose.
_No!_
Seoryeong frowned, trying hard to regain her senses—but when her tongue brushed against the roof of her mouth, a small, soft moan escaped her involuntarily.
"Haa..."
Thoughts of Kim Hyeon began to fade, evaporating into nothingness.
She could barely resist the man's strength as Lee Wooshin continued to force her mouth open repeatedly, his hand gripping the nape of her neck tightly.
The moment she let her guard down, their tongues intertwined again, making a disgusting, wet sound.
Her head felt light, and the corners of her eyes began to heat up.
_That sensation was the most terrifying._
Moreover, in the deathly silent office, every breath and passionate sound echoed clearly in her ears.
The sound of Lee Wooshin strongly sucking her lower lip. The sound of his tongue swirling inside her mouth.
All of it jolted the nerves in her body in an unfamiliar way.
His breath hitched, and a low, rough sound merged with his exhalation.
"Ugh!"
Her eyelids fluttered violently, and she began to run out of breath.
_What was I just talking about?_
Her mind couldn't focus.
But then, the cold sensation of something she was holding brought her back to reality.
Seoryeong gripped the pistol tighter.
_This is truly the limit._
The man's arrogance since their first meeting. The condescending gaze that sometimes almost broke her patience. Did it all lead to this greedy, controlling behavior?
_Stay right there... don't come any closer._
She pressed the barrel of the pistol against the man's stomach, pushing it in deeply.
The man's heavy breathing stopped for a moment.
"..."
"..."
Their lips parted briefly, their eyes meeting.
Then, Lee Wooshin lifted his body with one arm, placing her on the edge of the desk where Seoryeong had been leaning.
"What—!"
As if challenging her to do more, Lee Wooshin pressed his stomach further into the pistol, positioning himself fully on top of the desk.
His large body hung over her. Then he reached for her thighs and pulled them open.
His lips—once again thirsty—devoured Seoryeong's lips, biting her cheek once more before diving into a new kiss.
Lee Wooshin's gaze showed not a hint of fear.
It was almost as if he was **begging** Seoryeong to shoot him.
The heat fusing between their lower bodies felt far more jarring than their turbulent kiss.
"Wait!"
Even as Seoryeong pleaded in panic, the man only pulled her waist closer.
As if saying: _You're the only one who can end this._
The gun barrel pressed deeper into the hard muscles of his stomach.
The horror of the raw, blatant touch made Seoryeong's body shudder.
_Lee Wooshin was cunning._
Very cunning.
By handing her the pistol, he shifted all the responsibility onto Seoryeong—in a way that was so cruel, so slick.
But what was even more absurd was that, despite feeling disgusted, Seoryeong didn't really want to pull the trigger.
Her grip on the pistol tightened, then loosened, tightened again, then slowly relaxed altogether—as another rough kiss landed on her lips.
The man's tongue moved nimbly, wrapping around hers like an expert—
And Seoryeong swung the pistol hard against the man's slick forehead.
"――!"
_I may not be able to shoot, but no one said I can't beat someone up._
Once the man's tongue finally released hers, she saw his forehead starting to redden and swell from the blow.
Lee Wooshin frowned, his voice half-hoarse as he spoke.
"Why hit me only now—after accepting everything?"
His lips were wet with saliva, brightly red—and looked so tempting.
"Because I feel like **trash**."
"..."
"Looking for my husband while fooling around behind his back with another man?"
"I never told you to do that."
"...!"
"So you weren't completely unaware," he said with a wry smile, licking the corner of his lips as if amused.
"Hate your husband all you want. But leave the rest to **me**."
"...!"
He spoke while pressing his lips to her chin. His gaze—full of lust but still cold and sharp—was so predatory. As if he was hunting.
Suddenly, her stomach churned, and cold sweat began to break out.
_There's no way out._
However, at the same time, Seoryeong was also surprised by how **honestly** Lee Wooshin was revealing his feelings.
Even after getting married, she herself had never been able to be so honest.
Always shadowed by anxiety...
She had once desperately longed for unconditional love from her husband. But she had always swallowed those words, afraid of being considered too demanding.
The older she got, the more she realized that most people didn't want to pour affection into something that felt like a bottomless pit.
_Then why does this man—even after knowing I'm full of failures—still want me?_
"Didn't I even tell you to go out and have fun with a nice, cute girl? Not me?"
"Ah..."
He had indeed said that.
At the time, she had been genuinely worried that the Instructor would develop the wrong kind of view about women.
Her eyes began to waver, unsure of what to think.
"I don't think you're cute. But you're strong... and **sexy**."
"...!"
"You've shown me your true self. I've trained you. And later I'll even take down the Deputy Head for you. I've given you everything you asked for."
He paused.
"But aren't you being too cold to me?"
"..."
"How about you just tell me **directly**?"
Seoryeong wished she could rewind time.
She had never imagined that the Instructor who used to be so harsh with her would now push her this far—devouring her like this.
The way he broke through her boundaries without hesitation **scared** her.
She had only ever known men like Kim Hyeon—considerate and respectful.
She had never met someone who forced himself like this.
"No, Instructor! No—Team Leader."
"Yeah?"
Surprised, she tried to push his shoulder—but the man's arm only tightened around her waist.
A small sigh escaped her lips.
"I... can't even trust what I see anymore."
"But ignoring what's right in front of your eyes is also foolish."
"..."
"I guarantee you, there's no one as big and as bold as me."
His smile curved like a snake luring with sinful whispers.
"If you want, you can turn on the lights and check with a magnifying glass."
"...!"
It was a tempting offer—but her stomach churned.
All of this felt like an unexpected disaster, especially for someone like her, who had only ever focused on her husband.
_What if I refuse and everything falls apart?_
Right now, they needed to join forces.
Seoryeong felt like she was being tested.
"Your husband betrayed you. So why can't **you**?"
"...!"
"Sleeping with another man, Seoryeong—that's not the real sin."
He was like junk food—dangerous, but making you want to taste it, even knowing you'd regret it afterward.
The loss of her husband. The pressure from the NIS. Even the suffocating feeling of uncertainty.
None of it could compare to the threat of **this** man.
Nothing was more dangerous and unpredictable than Lee Wooshin.
**_He was chaos in human form._**
"What do you see in me, Instructor?"
There was no more of the gentle or pretty side she usually showed the world. Nothing that could be considered attractive.
She didn't show him any of that.
_So, what exactly does this man see?_
"Oh—you don't know?"
Even though his brow was furrowed, Lee Wooshin reached out and gently tucked her disheveled hair behind her ear.
"Sometimes... you're annoying."
"...!"
She hadn't expected something romantic—but those words still felt like a slap.
Someone who could laugh while mentioning the part of her she had always hidden out of embarrassment—left her speechless.
"But that's exactly what's interesting about you to me."
His voice dropped lower.
"I want to get into that gap I don't understand. That's why I'm doing all this—risking my pride for Agent Han Seoryeong."
He held her gaze.
"You've wounded my ego deeply enough."
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Sounds echoed from the hallway.
Heavy footsteps and the loud chatter of military personnel passing by.
However, at that moment, all reality vanished.
All that remained was his sharp and terrifying smile.
And as expected—
Seoryeong still couldn't pull the trigger.