“You crazy bastard...!”

Cold air touched below, and her skin instantly broke out in chills. When Seoryeong saw her own genitals exposed so explicitly, her face rapidly flushed and paled.

At last unable to bear it any longer, Seoryeong squeezed her eyes shut. At that moment, unfamiliar fingers unhesitatingly brushed through her pubic hair and scraped the sensitive flesh beneath.

“Ngh...!”

She grimaced as if something filthy had touched her, simultaneously biting her tongue to endure. Wherever his fingers passed, it felt as if sparks were painfully scorching her skin. It was an unacceptable sensation.

“Say it.”

“I swear I’ll fucking kill you...”

“Your husband would feel really great knowing you’re still looking for him even while getting fucked by another man.”

“......”

Though clearly mocking, for some reason, Seoryeong clamped her mouth shut.

“Are you going to keep looking for your husband?”

“......”

“Hurry up and answer. If you don’t speak right now, your cunt’s gonna get ruined.”

“...!”

When Seoryeong shot him a fierce glare, his head tilted back languidly as he replied:

“We agreed earlier that talking sensibly was already over.”

And without any further warning, his middle finger roughly plunged into her dry hole.

“Aagh—!”

It simply hurt. There was no warmth whatsoever in the forceful intrusion of his finger. She twisted her body instinctively, but he quickly pinned her thighs down with one arm, immediately subduing her movements.

“Ugh...!”

Pain surged as her inner walls were pressed mercilessly. While she struggled to catch her breath, furrowing her brows tightly, he began forcing both his index and ring fingers inside at once.

“Aah—! It hurts...!”

“Of course it hurts. You’re not here enjoying sex.”

“Ugh...!”

“Han Seoryeong, relax your muscles.”

He also seemed strained, veins bulging on his forehead as he held his breath.

She knew clearly that this was torture training, and even knowing this, she hadn’t rung the surrender bell. Yet, despite it all, a senseless grief surged inside her.

Does Kim Hyeon even know?

You have no idea I’m enduring all this pain, tormenting even my own genitals, just to find you... You probably don’t know, and never will...

Thinking this somehow infuriated her further, making her bite down fiercely on her tongue. A wild, furious emotion—directed at no one in particular—suddenly burst forth.

“This isn’t even sex, so why the fuck should I relax? Just shove it in, you fucking bastard...!”

Lee Wooshin’s brow twisted harshly. That distorted expression gave Seoryeong a perverse sense of satisfaction, and despite trembling violently with rage, she grinned mockingly at him. In response, the fingers pushing into her entrance momentarily froze.

But only for a second—then all three fingers brutally drove themselves fully into her opening.

“Ugh...!”

Lee Wooshin’s expression didn’t change at all as he roughly began scraping up her inner walls. With every movement of his fingers, her legs uncontrollably spread and tightened again. Yet Seoryeong defiantly lifted her chin higher, as if daring him to do even more, causing him to tilt his head from side to side.

His fingers plunged in and out of her opening, violently striking against her labia. The wet, smacking sound of flesh colliding echoed obscenely.

He persistently curved his fingers, digging aggressively into her insides as if priming a pump. But there was nothing gentle or caressing in these movements—his jaw muscles bulged stiffly and rigidly.

“Even while you’re being violated like this, is finding your husband still more urgent and important to you?”

Lee Wooshin’s voice sank, unbearably cold.

Seoryeong clamped her mouth shut tightly, only glaring back at him. Her eyes were dry, but she strained them so fiercely that the whites were already covered with burst blood vessels. Seeing this, Wooshin’s breathing also grew gradually rougher.

“Joining Blast Corp to find your husband means risking violence like this if you’re unlucky. How could you not know that? Why do you willingly walk into a dumpster yet remain blind to the obvious, you stupid bastard...!”

With visible irritation, he abruptly yanked his hand out of her opening. A heavy, chilling silence filled the air.

They glared at each other, breathing raggedly. The exchanged glances were lethal, blistering with hostility. But seeing Seoryeong still stubbornly silent, Wooshin’s expression shifted to disgust, as though genuinely sickened.

“You’re exhausting. Stop being so blindly obsessive.”

Suddenly, his gaze fell thickly upon her flushed, swollen entrance.

He swept his hair back roughly, muttered a short curse, then abruptly plunged his hand deep inside her once again. Her already stimulated interior immediately swallowed his slippery fingers whole.

“When you push this far, it doesn’t look like feelings anymore—it just looks like an illness.”

“...!”

His merciless words sent a chill straight through her chest. Seoryeong desperately tried not to moan.

“Is it really that difficult to just live normally, instead of going out and getting yourself hurt like this?”

His voice remained thoroughly calm, but his movements were extremely violent. Thick knuckles stretched her hole open, stirring roughly inside and relentlessly ravaging her increasingly slick entrance. Seoryeong panted, trying hard to suppress her emotions.

“That’s why... I’m doing this.”

“What?”

“My husband was my ‘normal.’ If I want a normal life, I need my husband...”

Lee Wooshin briefly faltered. Clearly taken aback by her unexpected words, one of his cheekbones twitched faintly.

“That’s why I’m holding on even in this disgusting state... Because there’s nothing in my life as meaningful as Kim Hyeon. Because he’s the only normality I’ve ever had. Because I also want to live normally...!”

“...!”

Their bodies were pressed so close that she distinctly felt him flinch at her words.

“I was born without it, and lived without it all my life... but my husband brought that to me, like a gift...”

“......”

“So what if blind obsession is an illness? Is it really that bad? Then I’ll just live like a patient for the rest of my life.”

Lee Wooshin briefly stopped breathing and blinked slowly.

“So, no matter what kind of trashy thing this instructor does, I won’t run away.”

“Who said you’d run away because of me?”

“......”

“You don’t resemble my husband in even a single way. At least Instructor Jin Hoje has some redeeming qualities. That’s why nothing you do matters to me, instructor.”

With an expression so emotionless it bordered on innocence, Seoryeong calmly stated these objective facts.

“Why don’t you go retrieve that electric baton you threw away earlier and shove it in my ear? Let’s see who gives up first.”

Grinding his teeth and breathing heavily as if his blood pressure had risen, Wooshin spat harshly at that moment.

With a ruthless glare, he spat directly onto his palm and smeared it openly across Seoryeong’s exposed sex.

“I was going to spit right onto your cunt, but I’m doing you a favor.”

Seoryeong felt nauseated and filthy, but the stimulation forced her to silently bite her lower lip.

Then Lee Wooshin precisely stabbed her most sensitive spot. Ah...! Her vision momentarily turned white as electric heat shot through her body.

It was the first time her body had been forcibly opened like this today, and since it had been a long time since she’d experienced sexual contact at all, she couldn’t help but keep thinking of her husband.

Feeling a strange discomfort and guilt, she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to deny the pleasure. Even the day before he vanished completely, he had been just this rough and intense—

“I told you not to close your eyes in front of your instructor.”

“Ugh...!”

At first, he had crudely thrust into her only intending to torment her, but now his movements shifted, becoming shallow and fast.

He repeatedly prodded at the spot that made her writhe uncontrollably. Her lower belly tingled restlessly, and her nipples throbbed. The sensation she desperately wanted to deny spread all the way down to her toes.

At that moment, Kim Hyeon’s voice echoed in her mind. Until now, the only person who’d ever touched her like this was...

Just then, a wet, slick liquid began spurting out inside her walls as if extinguishing a fire.

“I know exactly what you’re thinking about, so don’t close your eyes.”

“Haa...!”

Two fingers continued pulling slick fluid through her tight, narrow passage. At some point, her heated flesh was helplessly clenching around his hand.

“It feels disgusting, as if you’re comparing me to a husband who resembles Jin Hoje, so open your fucking eyes.”

“Hnng...!”

Every time he roughly pressed his palm against her sensitive spot, it sent shivers straight up to her scalp. Wooshin seemed to sense it as well, his own breathing becoming increasingly ragged.

Though frowning as if unsettled, he continued aggressively spreading her open, scraping roughly along her coarse inner walls. The sensation made Seoryeong’s thighs tremble uncontrollably.

Suddenly, unable to contain himself any longer, he lowered his head and bit painfully into her thigh and groin.