Then, after casually sucking the blood off his fingertips, the man turned to the boiling soup and began dumping in sugar and vinegar without restraint.

“What the hell are you doing...?!”

“I’m trying to feed you my way, that’s what.”

“Please leave me out. I’ve got refined, picky taste...!”

“That’s because your fancy husband ruined you, Han Seoryeong. A person can’t live eating only what’s tasty. You’ll have to eat combat rations on the roadside with me soon enough. Just think of this as practice and swallow it.”

“Ugh...!”

Seoryeong thrashed desperately as he grabbed her chin. Holding the ladle, Lee Wooshin laughed and sneered.

***

“This is bad. What’re you going to do when you hate anything that involves your mouth?”

“――!”

Her body spasmed suddenly as she spat and gasped. She must’ve nodded off while trying to sit on the sofa after eating that wretchedly foul dinner.

The last thing she remembered was the clatter of dishes being washed... Now it was pitch dark all around. When had she gotten into the master bedroom? As she half-opened her drowsy eyes and tried to sit up from bed—

“Sleep a little more...”

“...!”

A heavy arm wrapped tightly around her waist. In an instant, a scorching palm gripped her stomach hard enough to make her solar plexus ache.

Who—! She jerked in alarm, but then came a low voice, thick with sleep, murmuring in unmistakably clear enunciation.

“Seoryeong... Stop.”

Chills raced down her ear.

What... was that? Lee Wooshin’s voice, still steeped in slumber, was rougher and deeper than usual. It rasped out of his throat, scratching low and hard.

And it sounded... a lot like Kim Hyeon.

Her heart suddenly pounded, and her spine tingled upright. Frozen, Seoryeong slowly turned to study Lee Wooshin’s face.

Even though she knew, without question, that he was a completely different man... Her trembling hand reached instinctively toward his waistband. And the moment her palm pressed against the front of his pants—

“Ah...!”

A savage grip clamped down on the back of her hand, as if to crush it. Wooshin’s eyes were still shut, but the scorching pulse throbbing in his palm was vicious.

Panicking, she tried to pull away—but instead, her hand was mashed deeper into his groin. A searing, swollen heat stabbed against her palm like a rod straight out of a furnace.

Her breath caught in her throat without realizing it. While her mind went blank, a clear voice dropped like cold water.

“What are you so curious about that you’re waking up someone who’s sleeping?”

“...!”

“Want to compare it to your husband’s?”

Their eyes met in the dark. Those unmistakable grey irises she hadn’t seen in a while.

“Then go ahead.”

His voice carried no emotion. That husky roughness she’d imagined was gone—it had all just been in her head. Lee Wooshin had returned to his usual self. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

The cock trapped beneath his pants looked like it might burst at any moment. He casually unbuckled his belt and slid down his zipper.

Ziiip— The sound made her flinch. She couldn’t bring herself to look him in the eye.

“How far does accomplice duty go?”

“...What?”

“If we’re bound by guilt, what exactly does that entitle us to?”

It was impossible to tell whether the gleam in his eye was just raw lust, or something else entirely. There was something greedy, like a snake, slithering beneath the blank mask he wore.

“How far are you planning to go doing bad things with me?”

His bruising grip dragged her hand under his shirt. Wooshin pressed her wrist to his collarbone—long, firm, and leading straight into his shoulder.

He let her trace the bone slowly, then guided her downward. Her palm was pressed flat to his chest. The taut, solid muscle clung to her skin like suction.

Thump, thump— His heart pounded violently under her fingertips. Her fingers caught on the sharp ridge of his nipple. As she flinched, he applied even more insistent pressure to her wrist, like rebuke. Her skin ached.

“Is it rattling you? Having a strange man walking around the house? You keep looking at me like you’re gauging something. Do I make you think of your husband?”

“...!”

“Is it because I’m lingering around the house? Do I overlap with him somehow?”

At her frozen reaction, Wooshin smirked. Still toying with her hand, he rubbed her fingers in slow circles over his chest, his nipple, before curling her nails and digging them into his own flesh.

“When I move, your eyes follow me like you’re starving. You don’t need to know what that expression means, Seoryeong. But if you ever make that face somewhere else—”

“Ugh...!”

Her wrist throbbed. But Wooshin merely blinked slowly, opening his eyes again.

“A bad hit could bust your ass open, Seoryeong.”

“...!”

“So just get it over with here. Touch me all you want and figure it out.”

His hand moved lower. He brazenly rubbed her delicate palm over his rough abs. Her fingers burned against the hard, grooved ridges.

Wooshin gripped her fingers like colored pencils and dragged her nails through his split muscles. The more visibly uncomfortable she grew, the more he laughed, long and low.

Seoryeong bit her lip in despair. Even if she tried a move here... It was a soft bed. She’d only get flipped and countered. Her instincts screamed not to provoke him.

“If you can’t see him no matter how hard you try, then let him disappear.”

“...!”

“That’s a strategy, too. Sometimes it’s the right method.”

“Don’t be ridiculous...”

She clawed his abdomen sharply. ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) Wooshin clamped his jaw. A low groan escaped his throat, tendons standing out along his neck.

Still, she couldn’t understand why she was reacting this way—touching him, her back prickling with dread. It made no sense.

“Han Seoryeong. Your eyes... they’re flushed.”

“...!”

“You’re touching a guy who’s neither your husband nor even similar—and you’re aroused.”

Wooshin yanked her waist tightly toward him. Their faces were so close now his breath swept over her lips. His thighs, hard as stone, shoved between her legs.

Their lower bodies tangled together like knotted roots. Even that alone made Seoryeong feel like she couldn’t breathe.

“This isn’t what I meant...!”

“So what.”

“...!”

“I stripped down to become your guilt.”

At that moment, a thick rod filled her palm. His cock, bulging out from beneath his underwear, made her face go scarlet.

Aside from the tattoo, his skin was pale and flushed red—but the veins twisted grotesquely, at odds with the almost pretty hue.

Even if it’s curved like that... She’d only wanted to check for a second—she hadn’t meant to do anything. Seoryeong panicked and tried to pull away, but the problem was the hand that was still trapped.

Her hand, overlapped with his, gripped the erect length and began moving up and down.

“Recruit Han Seoryeong. Let’s act like accomplices now.”

“You’re insane...!”

“Or consider it like offering moving-in rice cakes.”

“...!”

“Didn’t anyone teach you to bring rice cakes when someone new moves in?”

His cock swelled again in her palm. But the dry friction made Wooshin click his tongue and furrow his brow.

How the hell did it come to this? While she reeled in confusion, he began licking her palm. His fingers laced tightly with hers to keep her still.

“...!”

There was an unspoken heat boiling in his eyes. The satisfaction was unmistakable.

Hoo... He exhaled deeply, thoroughly wetting and sucking every inch of her hand. After biting it with abandon, he curled her small fingers and wrapped them perfectly around his shaft.

She’d already gone blank—but now her mind went totally white. Her soaked, heated hand massaged his cock from base to tip without hesitation.

That’s all... my hand.

The swollen head and slit kept rising and falling before her eyes.

It’s my hand... all of it!

Breath shallow, Wooshin bit her nape like a wounded animal. The wet squelch of friction wouldn’t leave her ears.

The once-dry tip quickly became slick, exuding a strange scent.

Seoryeong shook her head violently. Even with his twisted cock right in front of her, she couldn’t compare—it was all washing over her.

So different from Kim Hyeon. The atmosphere, the heat, the muscles, the moisture—everything was different. Every sensation in her body told her so.

And yet just seeing and touching Lee Wooshin left her mouth wet and her eyes hot. Her body betrayed her, and that was what devastated her.

“Ugh...”

She wished she could just pass out. But Wooshin had no intention of stopping—he rubbed her fingers over his frenulum with merciless speed.

His grip was so rough it scraped her skin raw, forcing her to squeeze even his testicles. Viscous sounds started to leak out with the slow ooze of pre-cum.

――.

Back during that training, she’d told herself her body was just a body... But what gnawed at her chest now was the creeping sense of violation.

If Lee Wooshin came in her hand like this...

If he really did...

Suddenly, a sharp gleam flashed in her blurred vision. Before it could go any further—before he could take that final step—!

Seoryeong gathered all her strength and smashed her knee into his head. Wooshin’s head jerked violently to the side, but he only shook it off and kept masturbating with her hand.

“...!”

What the hell have I let into my house...?