Her oddly wavering eyes, the wet lips, the man’s saliva running down his chin... Staring back at a stranger’s face didn’t cool her head; it burned hotter, like facing a mortal enemy.

Lee Wooshin and Natalia stuck together like that. Thump, thump—she could feel two hearts beating as one in their pressed-together bodies.

“Wait... just a moment.”

When Seoryeong wriggled, Wooshin truly did let himself be pushed away. But catching hold of a reason once let go was no simple task; he braced a hand on the wall, gripping a cock with veins standing out thick, and with the other hand he covered the meatus, shoulders heaving as he tried to steady his breath.

So up to now, had he been holding Natalia’s face, kneeling before Natalia, taking out what was soaked stiff in front of Natalia. With a pale hand she touched the false cheek.

If she pulled off his bandages right here, the cold gray eyes would reflect nothing but a foreign woman. A fierce feeling surged up, like witnessing someone’s adultery.

“—”

What if I ripped off Natalia’s face, like this?

Her fingers rubbed the white cheek harder and harder. And then what would I be?

She didn’t have the nerve to have sex with him barefaced as Han Seoryeong—but she hated even more the sight of Lee Wooshin stroking Natalia’s skin and smothering it with kisses. Cornered, Seoryeong squeezed her eyes shut.

Why am I like this. It’s not even like I have a cleanliness fetish. Why am I... With what right... and with my ex-husband, of all people, the one I broke with so horribly. Whoever he sleeps with. What does that have to do with me.

Why did we grind some rookie, a diligent kid just doing her job, into paste.

No matter how she turned it over, her feelings toward her ex-husband didn’t look normal.

Whether Lee Wooshin married a third time, a fourth time. Whether he built a family with a Russian woman, raised the Solzhenitsyn line again... had children... lived happily ever after or not....

“......”

Her thoughts blinked on and off like a faulty light. Maybe it would be better to lock him in this room for three days and watch him until the drug wore off.

As Seoryeong glanced around the parlor and tugged her panties up, something blunt prodded through the underwear. She glanced down without thinking—and swallowed at the sight of a thick, hefty, fruit-red glans.

“......”

Of course—clean skin, and between it a stiff, thick pillar. A scrotum tucked up tight like a pair of walnuts.

Seeing the man trying to cork something that looked ready to burst at a glance, a thunderbolt of impulse shoved her.

It felt even more horrible than his deceiving her—that he might love another woman.

She was sick of herself for that, resentful, even scared. She set her wrinkling jaw with resignation and lifted tear-bright eyes.

“Live alone for the rest of your life.”

“...What?”

The man, head bowed and straining not to spill, looked up. She yanked at his shoulder blades recklessly, and that feverish abdomen pressed against hers again.

“Better to keep a vow of chastity forever.”

“Should I.”

Even at such absurd picking, Lee Wooshin didn’t fluster; he answered evenly.

“Either way, if it isn’t you, no one can redeem this body. What else should I do for you.”

“I... I want your eyes to never heal.”

“If that’s what you want.”

If he couldn’t see... maybe he’d doubt less.... Not that she meant to trust him; it was just a selfish hope that she could doubt less, leaking out like wastewater. A # Nоvеlight # bad thing to say. A bad heart.

“I lived with Kiya in a tiny house for half a year.”

“......”

“We even got in the bath together sometimes.”

“Fuck, that snaps me right back. I’m seeing stars.”

At some point her top buttons had come undone and the zipper of her skirt slid down. Even so, why was she in such a vicious mood.

He ground his teeth and ripped her stockings with a sharp snap. Dragging her underwear to her ankles, he crouched, hands roaming her body. Heat flashed up at once under the scorch and damp of his breath.

When his sharp nose rubbed her dark pubic hair, Seoryeong shuddered and pushed at his head.

“Wait—!”

But before that, a red tongue swept a long lick upward between closed folds of flesh. Overwhelmed, she clenched her lids shut.

From then to now, the thing she always wanted was only one. Mine, that never disappears. Truly the only one in the world.

But Lee Wooshin had too many faces, was a drifter, and belonged to the state.

Maybe the reason she couldn’t believe a man begging to be believed was her problem.

So we’d keep running on parallel lines, wounding and ruining each other.

“Hngh...!”

He prodded the buried clitoris with his lips pressed firm. At first no sound came out; only the inner thigh muscles quivered.

He took her whole sex into his mouth and, slurp, moved his head up and down. His hot tongue sucked the clit in, pressed it, rolled it here and there. He pried her knees wider and tilted his head back more.

“Mmm, nn, hah...”

Her ears burned at the wet, squelching noise. Her thighs were splayed, her pelvis pinned. The feeling she’d forgotten came back like a traitor.

He teasingly slid past the puckered opening, then sucked hard over the whole vulva again. The dogged mouthwork made her lower belly twitch. Like a mad beast, he slobbered greedily over her sex.

“Hh... nn...!”

Part of her wanted to push him away, part wanted to hug him, and she couldn’t even move her hands as she pleased. The fact that such an undefinable feeling still remained enraged her to the point of shame. She felt so wronged, so angry at the man before her. Then her hock lifted and the reddened entrance bared itself.

“Hff—!”

He slung one of her legs over his shoulder and speared a sharpened tongue into the place already slick with her fluids. He kept rubbing with his lips and left wild animal bite marks. He sucked hard at the pale inner thigh and found her tailbone to stroke it.

Seoryeong couldn’t help rubbing the back of her head against the wall as she moaned. His rough grip flattened her ass; the hole fluttered in tight little contractions. She could feel the runoff trickling along the inner folds.

He didn’t stop—pointing the tip of his tongue, he kept inserting and licking the hole in turns. Chup, tschup, jzzup. As the opening melted loose and slick, Seoryeong scratched the wall with her nails. Bright lights flared and vanished before her eyes.

“Mmm, haah... stop...”

He took her clitoris between his teeth and pushed his tongue back in. The muscles in her thighs shivered. His tongue felt like it was spreading an aphrodisiac over everything.

“Ah—ah!”

Even her belly was shaking now. When she reeled as if she’d fall, he simply scooped her up and carried her to the sofa.

With something smeared all over his lips, he gave a short laugh and licked his mouth. Even as he crossed the parlor with his hands under her ass, he swallowed the raspberry-like nipple with those glossy lips.

He sucked her nipple for a long time, then dug at the milk duct with his tongue tip and took in the areola broad and flat. Below burned up, unbearable.

“Hff, Instructor—!”

But whenever Seoryeong cried out loud, he’d break off—he might mutter a curse, but without fail he took his mouth away.

Wooshin buried his brow in her cleavage and panted. His broad back rose and fell with his ragged breathing.

“Sorry. I know. I sucked too hard.”

“That’s not it...!”

Then his rough tongue pressed the stiffened bud one more time and released it. Even as he lowered her to the sofa, he held his weight up on his forearms so it wouldn’t bear down on her. With the sharp, sticky musk of male hormones, cold sweat dripped—drip, drip.

“...I promised to protect only you. Back then too, right? In Sakhalin, you slept with Kiya, Seoryeong. Looking me straight in the eye, crying. Kissing that bastard, letting him suck your tits, ah fuck—”

He bit down on her nub hard enough to hurt.

“Ugh, wait—what nonsense are you talking about?”

“Did you roll with that son of a bitch Kiya again?”

“From earlier—what are you...! I said it wrong, try to get a grip...!”

She shoved at his shoulder, but this time he didn’t budge at all. His cold, rigid nose slid down to her tense belly with the strain. He drew breath as if scenting something invisible.

“Seoryeong, what is this filthy shit on your body... I have to protect you.... I told you I’d prove it.”

“Instructor!”

“You just watch. I’ll burn away every residue left inside you. That sort of thing—just needs to be wiped clean.”

At his ominous rambling she gave him a light slap—smack—on the cheek, but Wooshin didn’t react. Something about that inorganic smell sent a chill up her spine.

Instructor, Instructor...! She called him again and again, and this time pressed her fingers to his nape. The pulse was far slower than before—wrong.

I have to protect you, he murmured, voice muzzy. Looking at his slack mouth, he seemed half-unconscious.

“Instructor, who—who am I!”

If he said Natalia, she would kill him.

But as if he couldn’t even hear her desperate voice, Wooshin didn’t answer; he only kept sucking her breast so hard her cheeks hollowed.

“Uhn...!”

Each time he pressed the swollen nipple to his palate and drew like a starving man, the juices surged out of her.

Still dazed, he clutched the white breast hard and, pph, ppek, worried the nipple doggedly, then let it go. The stiff peak brushed his lips like a brush, then slid back into the mucosa again.

“Hh, In-structor...!”

He yanked down his pants in a rush and ripped all the buttons off his shirt at once. When he lifted his mouth, a fine silver thread hung from the taut nipple to his tongue.

“You’re my Owl.”

“...What?”

“Big-eyed and beautiful—the kind that drives me crazier at night.”

“......”

What is that supposed to... Yet the damp breath sent a tremor through her below. When she dropped her gaze past his muscle-sheathed abdomen, his cock stood even bigger than before, rock hard.

The fingers that had been combing his curls of hair went straight to prying her open, brazen and bare.

“Our Seoryeong.”

He started to push in from the swollen glans.