As she stood on tiptoe and clung to him, she felt a back even more solid than she remembered.

Maybe it was because she hadn’t seen him in weeks—but he came at her like a starving man. Their jaws parted naturally, and their tongues tangled. He bit her lips and scraped along every inch of her inner mouth. She couldn’t even count how many times their faces realigned.

“Hhh...!”

His rough tongue work kept pushing her backward, yet light moans escaped her. He dove in like someone who really had been trapped in this hospital room, waiting for her, tirelessly and unrelentingly.

You really... are good at acting.

Even as their tongues burned together, she thought to herself, dryly.

He’d seen her just hours earlier in the interrogation room—yet now he acted like they were reuniting after forever. Lee Wooshin was desperate. His coarse hands swept her nape again and again.

“Huh... mm...!”

When his tongue scraped her upper palate, it sent a shiver through her gut. As their lips briefly parted, Wooshin picked up the sheet and wrapped it around her again, then lifted her into his arms.

“――!”

As her body suddenly rose, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his firm, smooth neck. Wooshin limped to lock the door and carried her back to the bed. Now that she looked, he could walk upright one moment, then tilt and stagger the next—completely at will.

I smashed that foot with a chair, and he didn’t even flinch. Remembering that moment made her brow furrow. She finally felt like the pieces were clicking into place—why she’d done something so out-of-nowhere back then.

“...Ha.”

It must’ve hurt. And he endured it? The more she thought about how unaffected he’d been, the more it made her laugh in disbelief.

Was he always this relentless? Then again, this was Lee Wooshin—the man who deceived her once through marriage, and a second time through reunion.

He had brazenly entered their old newlywed home as if it were nothing. You’d have to be incredibly shameless to lie so thoroughly.

Looking around the living room, walking in and out of the kitchen like he used to, quietly standing before the empty photo frame... Seoryeong wordlessly stared down at his foot.

“Your foot...”

As soon as she began, he moved, pressing his lips under her chin. He sucked so hard it was like he wanted to leave a deep bruise, and she froze like someone whose tongue had been cut. His mouth passed her jaw, up the bridge of her nose, between her brows, and finally pressed against her eyelids like a light brand.

Weirdly, her eyes stung. Something swelled up inside her, like she wanted to scream—but she clenched her teeth and held it in.

“Hh...”

Maybe he really was the same Instructor. Cold on the surface, but always on her side. Unkind, yet kind. The one who ran across the rooftop for her, even with a wrecked body—the desperate man.

Seoryeong struggled to steady her wavering voice.

“I... missed you. All this time...”

He mustn’t notice I’ve changed. Like lovers just starting something new... Like we naturally moved on from Kim Hyun, the way it should have been...

She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, trying to hide her expression. In the darkened window, her face reflected like a mirror. Seoryeong stared hard at her own cold, lifeless eyes.

“I don’t think I ever stopped thinking about you. Not even once.”

“Agent Han Seoryeong, I know you caused trouble in Equatorial Guinea.”

“Even there... I only thought of you, Instructor...”

“Was it hard for you?”

“......”

It had always been a dilemma—whether she should love more, or cut him off clean and move on.

She’d thought she found the answer. That she’d chosen to end the past and start anew. She’d convinced herself the answer was clear.

But now, here she was again, standing at the same fork in the road, like there was never any shortcut. Her mind was a swamp, her heart still confused—and so she had to confirm it once more.

“Mm...”

Seoryeong clumsily pushed her tongue in again. Regardless of whether he flinched, she kept her lips locked to his, licking him inexpertly. Even with that one-sided gesture, Lee Wooshin gently parted his lips, capturing her tongue and winding around it.

Their ragged breaths tangled, slippery saliva mixed. He not only sucked on the soft flesh, but greedily ran his teeth and gums over her. Even when their lips finally broke apart from the collision with the mattress, their faces remained inches away.

“Han Seoryeong, why are you... like this today?”

He narrowed his eyes, frowning slightly. Seoryeong, afraid he’d notice something, hurriedly shoved her hand up into his shirt.

Wooshin flinched like he’d been stabbed in the side—but didn’t look away from her face.

She swallowed dryly and ran her hand over the ridged muscles of his torso. In response, his breath hitched and brushed her philtrum. Then, in one motion, he pulled off his shirt, as if peeling off a skin.

Next, he yanked away the sheet—exposing her bare, pale body. He stared in silence... then dove for her chest.

“Ah...!”

His soft lips sucked fiercely on the raised bumps of her areola. One nipple was already caught between his fingers. Seoryeong grimaced as heat surged between her legs.

“Ng... ha... ha...”

Every small shift made the mattress springs creak beneath her. Her breath escaped in hot gasps from the electric sensation.

“Ha... Instructor...”

Her voice, thick with arousal, made her stomach twist with disgust. But already, her nipples, swollen with arousal, stood tighter by the second. He switched sides and took the other one into his mouth, rubbing each bump with his broad, skilled tongue as his hands worked her expertly.

“Hh...”

Looking down at her nipples, slick with his saliva, made her lower belly churn. She bit her lip and cradled the back of his head. He latched onto the erect tip and sucked hard, dragging his teeth over it like he was carving into it.

“Hhhk... ahhn...!”

Every press against the swollen peak made her back arch. His rough hands moved across her sides, belly, and soft breasts, tracing every curve with his palms.

That made her legs, bare and unprotected, throb sharply. Their lower bodies aligned, and his arousal—fully hard—pressed up against her. As his hand reached for his belt, she spoke.

“Instructor, tonight... be gentle.”

He paused, unfastening the buckle, and narrowed one eye.

“Not like last time, when it hurt... Like you really love me this time.”

“......”

“I think it’s okay to do that now.”

“You say such sad things.”

He tilted his head and unzipped.

“Did I ever love you fakely, even once?”

His boxer briefs slid down, revealing a cock so hard it clung to his lower abdomen. Seoryeong’s gaze trembled as it slowly moved from the base to the tip.

She stared at the shaft and scrotum like she was engraving them into her memory, then reached out and grasped it with her palm. His brow furrowed, deeper and deeper with each pulse. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

This curved cock was right in front of me the whole time—and I didn’t realize? Her eyelids trembled with surging self-loathing. Quarter mixed-race? No pubic hair? She really believed that made it impossible for him to be her husband?

What the hell blinded me? What idiotic bias made me look Kim Hyun in the eye and still not see it?

“Hhng...!”

His hand slid down, touching her tightly sealed sex. Two coarse fingers parted her, stroking the folds and brushing the sensitive tip.

His hot hand kept rubbing between her legs, stoking her pleasure. Seoryeong whimpered quietly, covering her eyes with her forearm like she was about to cry.

What blinded me... was me.

The emotions Lee Wooshin gave her... her wish that it wasn’t him... That was the real culprit that fogged her judgment.

She ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) kept telling herself it couldn’t be true. Avoiding it, over and over. Her instincts had sensed the truth—the one that would hurt the most—and she, stupidly, had turned away.

“Haa...”

Heat slowly built inside her, and slick liquid began wetting her inner thighs.

He stripped off his pants and underwear completely and kissed along her body, sticky and slow. Chup, chup—each wet sucking sound sent a light current through her skin.

“Sorry. Truth is, I’m kind of in a rush too, today.”

“Mm...!”

He lowered himself between her legs. As his mouth touched her dripping folds, Seoryeong gripped the sheet tight. His hot breath clung to her pubis, making her clench and twitch nonstop.

He kept licking between the folds, even as they pressed together. First with the tip of his tongue, then broad, wet strokes across everything.

“Uhhn... nngh...!”

The arousal kept building—endlessly.