“Protecting you. Keeping you safe from your father. Not letting Russia take you. Becoming your safety lock. Becoming your family. Loving you. And becoming your everything....”

“Uhh...! Haa...!”

Every time his cock slammed in hard, his voice carved itself deep inside her. His scrotum slapped her perineum; his hard abs and thighs crashed into her.

All of him was bearing down on her. Was the way she answered him just sex, or was it longing?

When she writhed, pained, Wooshin stroked her ass in slow circles with his broad palm.

“Uuuh...”

Seoryeong squeezed her eyes shut. At the same time, Wooshin rolled her onto her side on the sofa and clamped her shin in his grip. This time he pushed in on a crossing angle.

With one of her legs slung over his shoulder, he moved his lower body. The change of position let him reach deeper; wet, slapping sounds rose as he drove in at a steeper angle.

“Mm, haa, u, nn!”

Even with her crown bumping the sofa armrest, he only hugged her wingbone tight and shoved his hips deeper, deeper. The more her walls took his thrusts, the shakier her legs became. His pubic bone ground insistently against her skin. He was so deep the base was out of sight.

“Mm, ah, ah...!”

Her vision blurred with a hair-raising sense of release, and her whole body shook. He set his teeth to the pale line of her throat and left it flushed and bruised. Her inner walls convulsed with excitement, gripping his penis like a fist.

“Ah, haa, aaah―!”

The instant she felt his grip on her pelvis tighten, heat splashed hot inside.

Cursing in Russian, Wooshin yanked out and finished the release on her lower belly in urgent spurts. White strings of his fluid arced up to her face.

Gulp, gulp—milky fluid kept seeping, pooling from her chest down across her stomach like small puddles. Meanwhile he hastily shoved three fingers inside and began scraping upward as if to ladle back the semen he’d poured on her walls. As he stabbed the entrance again and again, foam bubbled up. Seoryeong, who had only been blinking blankly, snapped back to herself.

“......!”

She’d clearly gone blank for a moment under the man’s pleading confessions. Covering her face with both hands, she realized she’d made a huge mistake.

I only meant to borrow Natalia’s face—not to take on her mission for her...!

“Mm...!”

Yet Wooshin, somehow calm, climbed back over her pelvis, panting. He rubbed his thick glans along her jaw after her belly and cleavage, smeared semen over her hardened nipples, and flexed his shaft.

Even after coming, his erection didn’t soften easily. If anything, it swelled tighter, the veins on the surface standing out fit to burst.

This didn’t feel like Kim Hyun or Lee Wooshin.

It was pure pervert.

“Haa―.”

He steadied his breath once and yanked Seoryeong in again. With only her back on the sofa and her legs down, Wooshin knelt. The thick thing pushing through the narrow gap pried her entrance open again.

“The photos... when I first got the op from photos.”

Wooshin clenched his jaw, trying to master the pleasure.

“Your nape was so pale I couldn’t look away. You weren’t the only one playing coy with me. When we were dating, I acted like a damn tease too.”

“Hht...!”

He suckled her earlobe like a baby and crushed her in a fierce hug. His heaving chest mashed her nipples; the thickly risen tips smeared and grazed each other, sending a lewd shiver through her. Even that alone parted Seoryeong’s lips.

“I was supposed to report your every move, but I kept leaving things out. Hoo... I slashed the number of times we had sex in my reports, and on days you cried or pouted, I filed fakes more often than not....”

Unable to restrain the heat blazing in him, he moved with a sharp, cutting pace. The sway and sense of floating made it all feel unreal to her.

“What kind of husband shares things like that blow by blow.”

“Mm, hh...!”

“When I came home to our newlywed place, that’s how I doctored my reports. What happens between a married couple—only the husband should know.”

The feel of his hard muscle smacking into her stung like a slap. Seoryeong shook her hazy vision again and again, trying to focus.

“But then you crawled into Blast Corporation....”

Whump―! He rammed her roughly. When she hiccuped for breath like she would choke, he hurried to cover her mouth with his.

Why were you there, huh? Tell me. As if it were yesterday, Wooshin demanded answers, gripping her sleek thighs and driving her until the sofa rocked. “Mm...!” she moaned.

“Why train there—and why look for Kim Hyun.”

Then he hoisted her up and wrapped her legs around his hips. Carrying her like that across the sitting room, he set her on the table.

Seoryeong smacked the smooth flower vase that reflected her face; it shattered with a crash. She didn’t want to see Natalia’s face looking back at her there.

“I was right in front of you—so why couldn’t you find me.”

She couldn’t answer; she squeezed her eyes shut. A hungry tongue slid into her mouth. He fixed the back of her head without hurting her and devoured her wide-open mouth.

Their wet lips made sticky sounds. With tongues tangling and his cock punching up below, Seoryeong couldn’t find a time to breathe.

“Hhhp... uh....”

If she just closed her eyes like before—could she accept this man again? But accepting him and trusting him were not the same. A gaping hole yawned between the two.

Even so, it felt like coming home, and her nose stung. In that newlywed home she herself had burned down, a gentle light was coming on.

The more violently their bodies joined, the more it felt like her hideously torn chest was knitting back together. But I still won’t be able to say I love you. The feeling of a thorn lodged in my throat will never go away.

“Why can’t you find me at a glance.”

As he buried his lower body between her legs, he suddenly stuck out his tongue and licked her from collarbone to jaw to lips, slow and sticky. Gripping her ankle, Wooshin stirred her insides in a rolling motion.

“Mm...!”

Her hypersensitive skin let out a lewd sound at the slightest touch. He kept thrusting while biting at her earlobe.

The heat didn’t die down; it only climbed. Her face flushed so red it felt like it would burst. The pleasure wouldn’t subside.

“Seoryeong, come to me again. With a different face this time. I’ll still know it’s you.”

Mm... If it’s you, you would. You really... would.... I know that now.... Seoryeong gasped and writhed, skewered by the brutal fullness.

Her feelings were tangled, but the sensation was irrefutable. The man who had once been her everything was still driving her the same way, unchanging. His curved shaft, clinging to her inner walls, punched doggedly up toward her upper belly. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

“For life, mmh, like this with you, until we die―”

“Mm, haa, aaah!”

She raked the table as she arched her back. She barely had the strength left to moan. Rubbing the back of her head against the hard tabletop, she sobbed like she was cornered.

“If you hate that, then kill me here instead.”

“Hhh―!”

“Here, here, here—take my vital points.”

Wooshin grabbed her hand and pointed at his carotid, his heart, his sex—then pressed a kiss to ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) her fingers.

He clutched the table edge so hard the tendons burst out, ramming with his hard abs. He moved like a man sprinting toward death, desperate.

There was nowhere further to go, and still he forced himself in with frantic strength. Even lost to himself mid-sex, he looked like someone standing alone on a cliff, enduring. Without thinking, Seoryeong looped her arms around his neck.

“I’ll open my mouth...”

Before she even finished, Wooshin plunged into her dry lips in a rush. He gripped the back of her head and sucked hard at her mouth. Air hissed deep through her nostrils; his lower body grew faster.

“Ugh... Han Seoryeong....”

His brows knotted, and he let out a sobbing moan. Still unsatisfied, he slung both her legs over his shoulders and pushed to the hilt again, deeper.

“Ah, hh, haaah...!”

Wooshin held her thighs and slammed his cock without restraint. Sometimes it was so deep it made a faint venting sound.

“Haa... haa...!”

Before long, Wooshin wiped Seoryeong’s damp cheeks. But she hated those tender fingers stroking fake leather, slapped his hand away, and made him put her hand on his chest instead.

With blotches up to his collarbone and a pale smile, he lowered his mouth to lick along her ribs, kneaded her breasts, then took her tip into his mouth. With his tongue pointed, he circled the nub.

“Mm...!”

The sensitive bit flattened, then a sheet of electricity rang out across her whole breast. He began sucking hard, drawing up the tip with loud smacks. Drool ran, wetting her nipple; the pleasure spread down to her lower belly and groin.

Like quenching a long thirst, he gulped and gulped. Dizzy from the bobbing field of view, Seoryeong squeezed her eyes shut instead.

“I love you.”

At that, her insides clamped down. She couldn’t tell who reached the peak first. Her curled toes wouldn’t uncurl, her taut lower belly crept closer and closer to the edge.

Through his clenched teeth came the gritty grind of his jaw. The cock that had been pounding explosively grew hotter without end; then, all at once, his hips and pelvis cinched tight.

With a ragged cry, he punched up with his lower body. He crushed her perineum until it hurt, and still he didn’t yield an inch.

Suddenly—thup, thud―. His abs twitched as if in convulsion. The tension that had held him taut all day drained out of his body.

A wave of limpness seemed to swallow her whole. Receiving the kisses he poured at her ear, Seoryeong slowly slipped under, below consciousness.