“Haa...!”

Pleasure beyond pain made her hips jerk upward. Fixating on Seoryeong’s eyes, he bared his teeth, chewing her flesh persistently and sucking harshly.

His movements grew even rougher. Her hole and his palm collided wetly, and in the brief intervals between thrusts, he firmly pressed down on her clitoris.

The sensitive little nub quickly became swollen and plump. He relentlessly shook and toyed with her engorged flesh, continuously thrusting his fingers deep inside her.

“Haa... Ngh... haa...!”

At that moment, Lee Wooshin’s and Seoryeong’s eyes met, and both simultaneously opened their mouths slightly. Strangely, saliva flooded their tongues, soaking them wetly.

Their heated breathing filled the entire room. Finally unable to suppress her moans, Seoryeong parted her lips. Wooshin pressed his forehead roughly against hers, clenching his jaw tight.

Yet even in that instant, neither withdrew their hostile gaze. Eventually, Seoryeong’s body began convulsing violently in short, sharp bursts.

“You seriously came again?”

“Haa... haa...”

Below is the ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ strictly literal, uncensored, structurally faithful English translation of the provided passage, carefully following the MASTER TRANSLATION CHEAT SHEET:

Lee Wooshin smirked mockingly but did not immediately remove his dripping fingers from inside her. She quietly inhaled and exhaled, visibly exhausted.

At that moment, she felt something thick and heavy pressing against the area near her hip. Frowning slightly, Seoryeong occasionally glanced down toward it.

She’d thought he maintained his perfectly composed appearance from start to finish, but somehow, his crotch had become painfully tight, straining as if about to burst.

Noticing this reaction, which utterly contradicted his cold, composed expression, Seoryeong lowered her legs and voluntarily wrapped them around his waist.

Because, at that very moment, a good idea struck her.

It was like a new clue suddenly flashing through her mind like lightning.

“—!”

But Lee Wooshin’s expression instantly stiffened. Rather than pushing him away or resisting, her act of pulling him closer made his expression turn strangely complicated.

He looked as if he’d been unexpectedly struck from behind, or perhaps like someone who’d just had filth dumped all over him, feeling thoroughly disgusted.

“After the fingers, what’s next? Taking out that tattooed cock?”

“...What did you just say?”

“It’s curved, isn’t it?”

Seoryeong asked bluntly, still breathing unevenly.

“Why don’t you take it out? I want to see just how much it curves upward.” 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

“...!”

Ignoring how rigid he became, Seoryeong continued talking casually.

“It’s a long story, but to put it briefly, I don’t know much about my husband’s distinguishing features. But one thing I’m sure about is his cock. Its tip curved upward slightly, like a hook, giving it a distinctive shape.”

“......”

“I saw yours before, Instructor Lee Wooshin—it’s curved as well.”

“......”

“If I close my eyes and touch it, I’ll be able to compare them easily.”

Lee Wooshin’s face was one of sheer disbelief, as if he couldn’t quite grasp what he was hearing.

“Now that I’ve taken my first steps into sexual torture, if I fail to enter Blast Corp, maybe I’ll just go around looking for curved cocks. I thought sex would only be possible with my husband, but surprisingly, a body is just a body...”

Seoryeong furrowed her brows, yet her face was oddly empty.

“I suppose I should thank you for this revelation, instructor. Now I might just sleep with other men—only the ones whose cocks curve upward, of course.”

“...!”

“I feel like I’ll just know once I try it... whether he’s my husband or not.”

“...What? You—what? Try what?”

His voice came out wrapped in ragged breaths, dangerously low. Snapping out of it a beat too late, Lee Wooshin’s eyes narrowed like a growl. His already pale face had gone completely bloodless.

“This works out well. I’ll kill two birds with one stone and try it for the first time with your dick, Instructor—make it part of torture training.”

Seoryeong motioned with her eyes toward his lower body and asked,

“That thing... can I try using it once?”

Just moments ago, she’d been on the receiving end of brute violence. Yet from the very beginning until now, there hadn’t been a single flicker of fear in Seoryeong’s gaze. On the contrary, it looked as if a brand-new resolve had begun to surge.

Who the hell opened that Pandora’s box? Lee Wooshin felt a sharp sting in the back of his head, like he might actually drop dead from it.

“...This fucking lunatic.”

He bit out the raw curse between clenched teeth.

“Han Seoryeong, I told you not to go looking for a husband stand-in in here.”

“So what if I do?”

But Seoryeong, already completely composed, showed not the slightest hint of shame—even though the hair between her legs was visibly wet with arousal. The one who couldn’t hold his gaze in one place was Wooshin.

For some reason, he had one hand pressed hard against his temple while the back of his neck flushed a deep, angry red. The way his fingers spread like claws was genuinely intimidating. Still, Seoryeong couldn’t afford to let this rare specimen of a cock slip away.

“How about you drop your pants before it cools down?”

Haah—what came out of his mouth was somewhere between a sigh and a disbelieving laugh.

“Agent Han Seoryeong.”

“Yes?”

“59.9343°N, 30.3351°E—let’s say the instructor never heard that.”

“...Huh?”

“The prisoner was exemplary and never revealed the coordinates. All the way to the end.”

“You mean me?”

“And the crooked cock is... Ah, fuck—”

With a deep furrow between his brows, Lee Wooshin muttered curses under his breath and scrubbed his face with both hands. He gave a dismissive shove to Seoryeong’s legs, which were still wrapped around his waist, clearly displeased, and slid a bucket beneath her at feet.

Only then did Seoryeong exhale a long breath, now that she’d finally found a more comfortable position. Her legs trembled like those of a newborn calf, and she had a feeling her thighs were going to be so sore by morning she wouldn’t be able to walk.

She glanced up at Lee Wooshin, who had his back turned and shoulders squared, lips clamped tight like he was biting down on something ominous. Seoryeong asked curiously,

“But according to your advice, Instructor, isn’t this method actually safer?”

The blithe tone in her voice made Wooshin squeeze his eyes shut as if he’d just made a catastrophic blunder. His head dipped low.

It was strange. Just moments ago, she’d been the one backed into a corner—yet now, it felt like he was the one caught in a no-win scenario.

“I mean, what’s the issue with trying something that resembles my husband’s? It’s way better than, say, a pair of metal pliers or a fucking skewer. Didn’t you say if filth sits too long in the body, the whole system starts to rot?”

“......”

He laced his fingers behind his head and stared blankly up at the ceiling.

“Ah...! But by any chance, Instructor Jin Hoje—”

She hadn’t even finished the sentence when—BANG!—the door slammed shut with a violent crash. The rickety old light bulb swayed wildly, then shattered, exploding across the floor in pieces.

The dank room was swallowed up in pitch-blackness.

It was a first in the entire ten-week training period.

The most brutal segment of all: the 48-hour high-intensity prisoner interrogation program—where the highest number of recruits dropped out.

And yet, in an unprecedented event...

It was the instructor who tapped out first—and stormed out.

***

The two-day schedule, which must have been hell for everyone, finally came to an end.

The state of the recruits who had been locked in the training center’s underground facility and were now being let out couldn’t be described as “fine” by any stretch of the imagination.

More than half the trainees had rung the bell and dropped out. These were the ones who couldn’t endure the extreme torment inflicted by the instructors and eventually gave up the information.

Even so, quite a few familiar faces had stuck it out. One in particular—the guy who had shit himself and sobbed during the underwater training—had surprisingly made it to the end. His face was bruised purple, squashed like a rotten grape, but the way he grinned with that busted-up face had its own weird charm.

“You holding up okay?”

At that moment, the concern from fellow recruits turned toward Seoryeong, who stood upright without wavering. The way their swollen eyelids—puffed up like overripe plums from burst capillaries—scanned her from head to toe was almost funny. It’d clearly take a while before those faces returned to anything resembling human.

“Word is you had it rough too...”

“How’d you know?”

“Pfft, fuck off... You hear these things, you know?”

“I was pissed, yeah, but it wasn’t the worst thing in the world.”

For a split second, a face appeared in her mind—shifting constantly beneath dim, broken light. It had the strange impression of staring into multiple hidden faces all at once.

That cramped, grimy space. The thick sound of breath in the dark. Seoryeong’s brow twitched involuntarily.

“Felt more like I stepped into a part of myself I didn’t even know existed.”

“What?”

“Like I broke some kind of taboo that used to hold me back.”

The way Seoryeong said it—clean, matter-of-fact—made the others’ expressions suddenly turn serious.

“Hey... They said you were submerged, locked in a pitch-black solitary room for two straight days.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t start getting weirdly into that shit...”

They gave her a few clumsy pats on the shoulder—though they themselves looked like something scraped off the bottom of a boot, all swollen and beaten to hell.

As it turned out, word had spread that she’d been left alone in water and darkness for 48 hours. That wasn’t completely wrong.

After Lee Wooshin stormed out, Seoryeong had been alone until the exact moment the training ended. When she finally opened her eyes, someone had pulled her pants back on at some point, and nothing hurt all that much.

With the lightbulb shattered, she hadn’t been able to see a thing—but in a way, that had allowed her to move naturally.

She was used to not seeing. That was normal for her. So instead of panic, she’d managed to catch up on some sorely needed sleep. Sure, she was hungry and her tied-up arms had ached, but by training standards, that had practically been a luxury.

Still, the other recruits, unaware of these circumstances, assumed she’d spent the entire 48 hours curled up like a clam in a deep, dark pit. And if she were being honest... it wasn’t that kind of problem—but some parts of her body, the kind you couldn’t exactly talk about, were feeling a bit sore from time to time.