Seoryeong aimed for the nape of his neck and kicked again, her heel slicing through the air.

But Lee Wooshin easily dodged by turning his head—and bit down hard between her ankle bones, refusing to let go.

“Ugh...!”

The feeling of his canines sinking into her skin was chilling. And even in that moment, the hand gripping his cock kept moving roughly. Her palm kept sweeping along the shaft, now slick with pre-cum.

Wooshin’s breath was ragged, but his eyes—though locked with hers—still held a cold lucidity untouched by pure instinct.

Letting him into the house had been a mistake.

Maybe she’d grown desensitized after eating, sleeping, and rolling around with male teammates like it was nothing.

Especially since Wooshin had been one of the strictest instructors when it came to sexual harassment during camp—she must have unconsciously let her guard down.

“――.”

Then, all of a sudden, the fact that his most vulnerable spot was right there in her hand hit her with sharp clarity. He had exposed himself completely, with reckless abandon—handing her the most fatal part of himself.

Seong Wookchan, she’d stabbed with a knife and stomped on his groin, but with Lee Wooshin... she didn’t want to go that far.

If she pulled off his shirt right now, she’d probably find it covered in nail marks she’d left behind.

It hadn’t been of her own will—but it hadn’t been outright coercion either. She had simply been swept up by confusion and tension, letting him do whatever he wanted.

The problem was that real heat had started to rise, and the cock she’d so desperately wanted to see only left her bewildered.

Seoryeong yanked the erection in her hand sharply in the opposite direction, like shifting a gear.

“Ghk...”

For the first time, his face twisted in pain. She scraped and pounded his shaft with her nails, leaving visible injury. Wooshin, who had been moving wildly, finally came to a halt. Blood welled up from the torn skin.

“Instructor, listen carefully.”

She held the penis like a hostage, not merely grasping it, but adjusting her grip as if ready to snap it in two.

There’s no bone in a penis—but you can fracture it just the same. Apply enough force, and the internal tissue will rupture.

Realizing what she meant to do, Wooshin’s brow twitched.

“Do I look like some rich widow to you?”

A strange silence settled between them. Then Wooshin, leaning on his elbow against the mattress, let out a dry laugh.

There wasn’t even a trace of awkwardness in him, despite standing in someone else’s bedroom.

“No. You don’t look like you have money.”

“...”

Surprisingly, the man who’d just had his climax interrupted replied without resistance. But every so often, her eyes drifted to the grotesque erection still standing tall between his spread thighs. Each time, Seoryeong bit her tongue and forced herself to focus.

Women... they said even videos of pygmy chimpanzees having sex could turn them on. That arousal increased purely with visual stimulus, not depending on the subject itself.

It wasn’t a lie—she’d seen that study somewhere. Really, she had.... So what she was seeing right now... that was just a chimpanzee. It wasn’t that she was shaken—it was just that a chimpanzee had shown up in her bedroom.

“...Then why are you going this far, Instructor?”

Sure, she’d reached for his waistband on impulse, but Lee Wooshin had accepted it without hesitation. The same man who used to scold her harshly the moment she so much as said the word "genitals" was now the one laying himself bare for comparison.

“If you’re not after my money, then tell me clearly what it is you want from me. Don’t circle around—be exact.”

At first, it had seemed like he was just venting as her superior. Then, she thought maybe it was some trauma from similar experiences. But she couldn’t rationalize it any further now—it had gone too far.

“Is it just to mess with me? Or do you want to have sex? Or maybe...”

Her formerly rigid views had started to shift, little by little, through all the things that had happened.

Could it be that he... Her lips parted slightly—then clamped shut again. The words itched on her skin just thinking of saying them aloud.

“Are you done comparing now?”

Wooshin casually tucked his still-erect cock back into his underwear as he asked.

Whether he just had excellent self-control, or he hadn’t been anywhere near close to climax, there was no sign of distress in him even as he suddenly stopped everything.

It wasn’t apathy—it was a glimpse of thoroughly trained restraint.

“Is that the dick you’ve been looking for?”

“Wait, no—I didn’t mean it like this. I wanted to look slowly, carefully—!”

“You said you’d know just by touching it. So I let you touch it all you wanted.”

“...!”

“Trying to do you a favor and got my skin ripped off in return.”

“That’s because you—!”

“Let me make it simple for you.”

He got off the bed and flicked on the main bedroom light.

“I want you, Recruit Han Seoryeong, to want only what’s right in front of you.”

The flood of sudden light made her squeeze her eyes shut before blinking them open.

“Only what’s in your line of sight.”

“...”

“Greed for it. Lust for it. Covet it.”

Wooshin stood there for a long moment, as if laying full claim to the dazed look in her eyes.

***

“If a shady bastard hovers around, just whack him with the baton.”

Operator Kim Taemin handed her a baton and a portable radio with a disinterested expression.

She was in full field deployment now, following dress instructions: matching pantsuit top and bottom, a tough, resilient belt, a buckle that wouldn’t pop off easily.

Seoul Hotel Business Center. The Korea-Mongolia MOU site for rare earth supply.

Unlike the chaotic mess she’d been the night before, Seoryeong now had not a single stray hair out of place.

“When you unfold the baton, press your elbow to your side, then pull it away—don’t forget...”

“Yes.”

“Keep your palm open like this, hook your thumb properly into the leather strap—no, not that hard. You grip tight only the moment you strike and release right after.”

“...”

“Let me check your form. Hold the baton.”

“Ugh...”

A sudden memory made Seoryeong shiver. A suspicious glance flicked her way.

After that night, Seoryeong had locked the bedroom door tight. And Wooshin, busy with work, had started coming home less often.

It should’ve been a relief—but her chest still felt constantly on edge. She began waking up earlier and earlier.

“You already checked the zone, right? If anything happens, report it through the in-ear before moving.”

“Understood.”

She parted ways with Kim Taemin and began walking her own patrol.

Inside the event hall, explosive detectors roamed, and government officials were scanned by X-ray before entering.

Beyond that, surveillance tech like video feeds, vibration sensors, and ultrasonic detectors were running constantly behind the scenes. Seoryeong awkwardly touched her earpiece and adjusted her posture.

Time seemed to be passing uneventfully. Kim Taemin, perhaps due to sniper habits, remained mostly unseen, and Seoryeong quietly observed the veteran bodyguards’ movements.

They said thirty minutes tops... That’s how long the First Deputy Director would be in and out of the venue.... She was mulling over Kang Taegon’s intel when—

“Excuse me...”

An older woman approached, looking troubled.

“There’s... a weird noise coming from the women’s restroom. Could you check it out?”

Seoryeong followed the direction the woman pointed. Whatever it was, the woman looked genuinely uneasy. Seoryeong pressed her in-ear as she moved.

“Senior, someone reported strange noises from the women’s bathroom. I’ll check and report back.”

—Okay.

Just as she pushed the door open—

“Ahh...! Haa...! Haaah!”

Her face immediately scrunched up. She practically mirrored the middle-aged woman’s expression.

“Hnnng... huuuh...!”

Shutting the door tight to muffle the heated moans, Seoryeong stepped toward the most suspicious stall and knocked.

“Excuse me... we’ve received a complaint.”

“Hnngh...!”

No change in response. The wet, smacking slap of flesh hitting flesh continued without pause.

The pounding, the smothered gasps—the man was clearly slamming into the woman hard enough that every thrust resounded through their groins.

Yet only one person was making any noise. The other, silent, exhaled quietly with no trace of presence. Seoryeong clenched her fist and knocked again.

“Please keep it down—and if you could finish up quickly, too.”

“Hnnngh...!”

“Before you get embarrassed, I suggest coming out now.”

Just then, a large hand slapped down on top of the stall divider. The door began to rattle violently.

The woman’s body banged against it—bam, bam. The man’s gripping hand turned white with strain.

That bastard... Is he doing this on purpose?

Seoryeong scowled and checked her watch. The moans continued, reaching a loud, broken climax—“Haaah!”—before fading into shaky breathing. She raised her hand once more—

“――!”

Without warning, the stall door flung open. A man in black clerical robes stepped out quietly.

Startled, Seoryeong took a step back. The tall man didn’t even glance at her, heading straight for the sink.

Inside the stall, a hotel employee in uniform lay sprawled, half-undressed. She gave a small, awkward smile—perhaps embarrassed after all.

The man who had just finished fucking her calmly washed his hands in the women’s bathroom. His clothes were perfectly arranged, save for the crucifix tucked behind his neck.

God... it’s the end of the world... She swallowed a hollow laugh and reached out to close the stall door.

And that’s when their eyes met in the mirror—his expressionless face staring straight at her.

No, not just staring—he was boring into her.

His hand moved slowly as he washed, but his gaze clung to her with savage intensity.

“...”

“...”

Dark brown hair. Black eyes. A mane of hair thick like a lion’s around the back.

Maybe it was the devout-looking clothes—or the way his hair covered his ears and ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) neck—but his face held a strange melancholy. If not for what had just happened, she might’ve thought him downright ascetic.

They stood there, locked in silent scrutiny. Then, suddenly, the man turned without even shutting off the faucet, his face blank.

One step. Two steps... As he approached, an unwashed, heavy scent clung to the air between them.

“...Соня?”

His voice was as if he’d seen a ghost. He looked Korean—why was he speaking a foreign language...?

Seoryeong narrowed her eyes with cautious tension.

“...Sonya?”