Chapter 241.2

Chapter 241.2

The metallic stench of blood pierced the nose. The dismembered bodies were scattered across the white snow like red pomegranate seeds.

Someone’s arm, someone’s leg, someone’s finger…

Every time Lee Wooshin trudged through the knee-deep snow, the dismembered pieces snagged at his legs. He recklessly dug through the snow with his hands, which were now a deep red, almost purple from the cold.

Crimson blood seeped between his fingers. The gloves had long since torn, and his movements became increasingly reckless.

Even in the pain of his frozen lungs, the man frantically searched for something. He confirmed someone’s blue ankle, felt relief, then checked someone’s ear and collapsed. It was a horrific moment.

‘…—Seoryeong. Where are you!’

He continued to dig through the snow. He needed to find even a single strand of hair or a familiar piece of clothing.

Please, please… his rationality had already faded. His swollen fingers had lost all sensation. Yet, he couldn’t stop.

Then it happened.

Something long and tangled caught at his fingertips. As he hurriedly cleared the snow, black hair slowly revealed itself from the snow. It was her face, with only the head remaining.

“――!”

The man, breathless, shot up. His heart raced dangerously, as if it would burst at any moment.

It was the same dream again today. Cold sweat trickled down his back. Instinctively, he reached for the space beside him to confirm his wife’s warm body.

But that alone wasn’t enough. He pressed his fingers against her trembling neck to check her pulse. Still, it wasn’t enough.

“Seoryeong.”

Finally, he gently shook his wife’s shoulder. Her densely packed eyelashes fluttered, and soon her dark eyes revealed themselves.

Ah. She’s alive. Only then did Lee Wooshin exhale the breath he had been holding and pull her into an embrace.

“Umm… Instructor… what…?”

Her drowsy voice mumbled. Lee Wooshin bit his lip while holding her head. The cold, hard sensation of the dismembered pieces he had touched still lingered at his fingertips.

The ghosts of the past should have vanished by now. To have to wake his wife like this after another grueling training session was growing unbearable. A sense of self-loathing began to blossom within him. It was a nightmare he could hardly comprehend.

“I’m sorry for waking you.”

“Uh no…”

Seoryeong drifted back into a deep sleep, but Lee Wooshin’s anxiety did not easily subside. He looked around the familiar bedroom, reaffirming that this was their warm newlywed home, yet his toes remained stiff and rigid. It seemed that snow had seeped into his boots from trudging through the snow.

Lee Wooshin noticed something strange about Seoryeong eight months ago, during their honeymoon.

She would suddenly go to the hotel terrace to take whispered phone calls, or there would be repeated missed calls only at specific times.

Even though they had promised to do nothing but rest completely during the honeymoon, she moved around secretly, like a mouse. Every night, she would turn on a Russian language learning app or hastily delete her call history.

After an anonymous call, she would always stand in front of the mirror and practice changing her expression. Lee Wooshin swallowed a hollow laugh each time he saw it.

‘Fine, I’ll let it be for now. It seems my little owl wants to take the lead on something. It’s quite novel, seeing Han Seoryeong cautiously checking for my reaction. Well, for now.’

‘Ugh!’

He thrust upward with his hardened member. He hungrily took Seoryeong’s skin, flushed crimson down to her chest, into his mouth. The wet, slapping sound echoed lewdly.

“Haa… Ah!!”

Unable to bear it, he kissed her. He spread her thighs and churned her wet insides. Yet, overwhelmed by this torrent of emotion, he could only press his lips to hers and pant raggedly.

‘Seoryeong, are you having fun?’

‘What… Ugh…!’

“Good. Married couples have to keep making an effort. Trying new things, playing games. I’m having plenty of fun. We can do more. Until you’re satisfied.”

His throbbing member, which had been moving shallowly, suddenly plunged deep. He relentlessly rubbed and prodded her sensitive spot. It was already ready to burst. A piercing sensation shot through its head, spreading a dull ache throughout his hips.

With eyes twisted in pleasure, he nudged his hips and roughly grabbed her hips. Each time, the plump, well-rounded breasts on her slender frame shook.

Feeling inexplicably impatient, he clenched his jaw, and blue veins bulged thickly over his abs.

‘Haa… Hheung…!’

Continuing to thrust, he grabbed her breast. The flesh and nipple spilling from between his fingers looked delicious and smooth. He pressed down on her hardened nipple with his thumb. In response, Seoryeong reached out her hand as if whining. Lee Wooshin immediately parted his lips to bite and suck on her fingers. He buried his penis deep inside, furrowing his brow.

‘Seoryeong, surely you don’t think I’d let you go.’

‘I also know the anonymous calls disrupting our honeymoon are from Na Wonchang. I can guess, even with my eyes closed, what you’re thinking and what Na Wonchang proposed.’

‘It’s because your eyes are shining too brightly.’

‘It’s only for a little while.’

‘Hhk… Ugh…!’

‘I’ll just play along for a little while.’

‘Not any longer than that.’

A loud, squelching sound echoed. It was the beginning of a rough, fast-paced rhythm.