Chapter 253.1

Chapter 253.1

He pushed forward, enveloping her in the overlapping heat of his body. A desperately craving fever surged upward, scorching hot.

Her head leaned back further, and their mouths locked together even more deeply. Ugh…at the rough force, her back met the bed with a thud.

Haa, haah!

As their lips parted, a thin thread of saliva connected them before breaking. The look in his eyes was vulgar. It was an expression unlike the usual Lee Wooshin.

“In this life, I thought I could grant Han Seoryeong every wish she had. That’s why I supported my owl without a word of complaint. But the truth is, I’m sick. So sick that if you leave your seat empty for too long, my head aches as if it’s about to burst.”

“What?”

Her eyes widened. Sick?

“Wait, what does that mean?”

“It truly is my problem. A problem with my personality.”

His long fingers caressed her earlobe. Seoryeong stared at him without blinking. It was a face she had never seen before. A face twisted halfway with a self-deprecating smile.

“You said it last time too, didn’t you? That it was my problem. That I was the one who couldn’t endure it. You were right. So…”

Suddenly, all expression washed away from his face. It became like a pure white mask.

“I decided to face it.”

Trapping her between his knees, he took off his shirt. Thick shoulders and forearms rose upward as the garment fell to the floor.

How could someone who mostly stays at home have a body completely unchanged from his active days? The densely connected muscles from his sides looked as if delicately carved with a chisel.

Seoryeong moistened her dry lips. Even though she had resolved not to resist or move, no matter what Lee Wooshin did, something felt so uneasy as he pressed his palm firmly against the center of her chest.

Click!

He unbuckled his pants. Raising his knees as if to straddle her pelvis, he pulled his pants down. Between the parted fabric, his already fiercely erected c*ck was visible.

As his slow hand pulled down his briefs, his manhood sprang up, firm and upright like a jack-in-the-box. Still a bright crimson at the glans, he was flushed, large and beautifully sculpted.

Her gaze was stolen by the tattoo that climbed the long shaft like a chain, curling at the tip.

“Suck it, Seoryeong.”

The smooth glans brushed against her lower lip like a paintbrush. His cold, hardened pupils were accusing her.

“If you’re going to live a double life, you should practice with your real husband before you go.”

Ah… But heat rose to Seoryeong’s face, and saliva pooled in her mouth. As if entranced, she parted her lips, and the glans pushed inward.

When she coiled her tongue around it as if she had been waiting, Lee Wooshin’s face instantly contorted. But there was no helping it.

Wasn’t that tattoo a confession and a commitment to her? Wasn’t it Kim Hyun’s unconscious vow to never forget the owl?

The solitary regret of a man who, while she was gone, had foolishly failed to recognize his own heart.

So she had always wanted it. She had wanted to hold it. The more he forbade it, the more she desired it. Lee Wooshin had always been truly stingy with fellatio.

But that… isn’t it the core of your heart? The love for me I failed to notice?

She moved her tongue as if kissing. Under the continuous stimulation, saliva flowed, and the glans soon grew slippery.

“Hng!”

Merely holding it in her mouth made her lower abdomen throb. But the more it did, the fiercer Lee Wooshin’s expression grew. From the corner of her eye, she couldn’t tell whether he was holding back arousal or anger.

“Open your mouth wider. You’ll end up hurting your throat like that.”

Even though he lowered his voice, it wasn’t the least bit intimidating. You should’ve just allowed it sooner. Ah, it’s been so long…

He braced against the mattress and pushed his c*ck deeper. Seoryeong eagerly spread her jaw wider, as if delighted. A cold, mocking laugh seemed to burst from above her head.

“Think carefully. Have you already forgotten what mission I was on?”

When she only glanced up with her eyes, a part of Lee Wooshin’s face seemed to crumble.

“What makes you think you can pull off something like Kim Hyun did? Can you guarantee there won’t be any real f*cking with that fake husband of yours?”

“Mmm…”

In response to her groan-like answer, he raised his hand. A cautious hand gently stroked the corner of her mouth, stretched to its limit, as if soothing it. The gesture seemed affectionate, but his voice was cold as a harsh winter.

“Baby, in a national mission, where is there room for your personal will? From the moment the mission is issued, you can’t guarantee anything.”

“….”

“You’re not a civilian anymore. Once you belong to the nation, not even your own body is yours anymore. If your superiors order it open, it must be opened. S*x is the most effective intelligence tool, and what can you do about it?”

“Huh…”

“And what if that fake bastard has to look more like a couple, sucking your lips, touching your waist, stroking your hair? For the sake of improvisation, rubbing his face against your cheek, holding your hand, what will you do then, Seoryeong?”

“Ugh…”

He grabbed Seoryeong’s hair. Her scalp pulled slightly. Even though having her hair pulled wasn’t even that painful, Lee Wooshin’s face twisted as if he had committed the worst sin in the world. His dark gaze fell like sticky tar.

“Did you think I would allow such a thing? No. Where do you think you’re going? You weren’t like this before. You used to be suspicious and anxious, and even for a moment, you suspected I had a camera on my button. Where did that Han Seoryeong go?”