Chapter 228.2

Chapter 228.2

“Mm, uh!”

He skillfully wrapped and overlapped their flesh, pushing Seoryeong further. By now, his fully erect penis was already solid and swollen. Even though her mind knew they shouldn’t do this during her recovery period, her body heated up uncontrollably.

His gaze, staring at her with a desperate, simmering intensity from his reddened eyes, was unusually lewd and captivating. Without a word, the clear fact that he was excited by her confession sent tingles throughout her entire body. Yet, every time their lips met and parted, Seoryeong managed intermittent protests.

“Ah, r-right now, we can’t. If you overdo it, you’ll really… die.”

“You won’t die from me just devouring you a little.”

“No!”

Her tongue was sucked in chaotically. Her senses had become so sensitive it felt like every part of her tongue was standing on end, leaving her barely able to breathe. It seemed like things would get out of hand and lead to penetration. Shouldn’t we have injured our genitals, not our bodies?

Seoryeong mustered the very last of her rationality and pushed Wooshin away. As she pushed with all her might, he yielded easily, and a thin strand of saliva stretched and broke from his lips. He began nibbling again on Seoryeong’s earlobe, nape, and collarbone.

“Haa!”

As she inadvertently threw her head back and moaned, he began greedily licking around her neck this time. He brought his face down, greedily biting the area where her nipple was located, and pressed his hot lower body against her.

She frowned and shook her head side to side. At that feeble gesture, Lee Wooshin, a vein bulging in the center of his forehead, began desperately gathering his shattered self-control. Yes, once she’s fully recovered… He gritted his teeth and muttered.

“For now, let’s focus on recuperating and laundering our identities.”

Ah… It felt like it would be torture, not recuperation…

***

Time at the villa passed with surprising peace. They ate, slept, and received treatment ordinarily, gradually recovering their exhausted and injured bodies.

Although they received the strange advice that ‘strenuous exercise’ was absolutely forbidden, simply seeing her loved one every day was more fulfilling and happy than she had imagined, and quiet laughter never ceased.

If their eyes met even briefly, they would hug and kiss. They held hands amiably, strolling through the garden, then sat facing each other, chatting softly while drinking warm black tea.

Her noticeably improved complexion even prompted the agents guarding the annex to ask if they were taking some special medicine. It was an absurd question, but Seoryeong just shrugged her shoulders.

‘Mmmp, mmph!’

‘Haa, Seoryeong! Push your chest out a little more for me.’

“Ugh! Mmm!”

Yet each time, their kisses grew deeper, their caresses edged closer to the limit, and without fail, his erection hardened. Every time that happened, the two of them would break apart, sweating nervously, and take a step back.

One day, Seoryeong was the one who spoke first. “Should I use my mouth?” she asked, only to get a sharp thump on the head for her offer. Lee Wooshin glared at her as if telling her not to even dream of it, but she found it absurd, feeling more wronged than angry.

‘If you’re going to be so flustered and resistant, then why does it get even harder down there?! I saw it! It got bigger when I offered to use my mouth!’

In a fit of pique, she almost blurted it all out, but seeing the man burying his face in his hands, she just felt sorry for him and let it go.

In the meantime, Seoryeong followed the last plan left by Joo Seolheon and completely erased her identity. This was the second contingency plan created by Deputy Chief Joo’s nervous breakdown, which stemmed from her inability to shake off the constant fear of being pursued by the CIA.

Although she could no longer use the name ‘Han Seoryeong’ publicly, it didn’t bother her because there was still one person who called her ‘Seoryeong.’

After all, standing in front of Lee Wooshin stripped her bare, leaving only her core self. She didn’t care what form her life took. As long as she had Lee Wooshin, she feared nothing.

Only after she had safely completed laundering her identity did Lee Wooshin resign from the NIS without a trace of regret.

“No, I said it’s okay for you to go to work.”

“I’d rather find another job.”

“Even though I said I trust you and would let you go?”

“Seoryeong, you’ve changed.”

“What?”

“Why do you keep trying to send your one and only husband away?”

“….”

“This is heartbreaking and suspicious; I can’t live like this.”

His absurd accusations left her speechless. As she stood there stunned, unable to respond, he complained that her obsession with him had waned, then proceeded to bite her relentlessly from her nape to her chest and down her side.

He then declared that Han Seoryeong’s energy seemed to have weakened and that he should brew her some tonic.

Later, he even blew a puff of air onto her breast and scraped his teeth against her skin without mercy, saying, “Who are you? Did you eat my wicked Seoryeong?”