“Did I hear that right? You two... are doing what?”

CEO Kang Taegon’s gaze flicked back and forth between the two of them, seated side by side on the sofa.

Seoryeong, her hair neatly tied back to reveal her composed forehead, glanced sideways at some point on Lee Wooshin’s impeccably pressed suit. She had come to Blast Corp to deliver the white envelope tucked inside his jacket.

It had already been a week since she’d proposed to Lee Wooshin. And in that time, many things had happened.

The newlywed apartment, the origin of the fire, had been scorched beyond recognition. Almost nothing salvageable remained.

Lee Wooshin had silently walked through the charred wreckage and lingered for a long time in front of the wall where a photo frame had once hung. Seoryeong, unsettled by the sight of his back, had stomped through the crackling debris for no reason at all.

She’d wanted to ask him—what had he really felt back then? Had their marriage truly been nothing more than a mission to him? She wanted to press him on each and every part of it. But she just couldn’t. She wasn’t in a state to listen to anyone else’s story right now.

There was the matter of her birth secret—undoubtedly something unpleasant. And the work Black Operatives did for the country had never been anything righteous to begin with. If they started talking about it now, it would only hurt her in the end.

Forgiveness would clearly be left up to her. And that... she didn’t like. It was too heavy, too painful. Like something stuck in her throat.

So she liked the ruined house. It felt like it had exploded in her place. Like it had melted down instead of her. Seeing that blackened shell of a home finally let her breathe again.

“We still need to investigate that woman further!”

The sharp sound of papers being slammed down had been cut off by the thick steel door. Though Seoryeong had undergone a police investigation as the villa’s only resident and sole suspect, she had slipped through easily.

The fact that the NIS—who had once controlled her life like a puppet—was now scrambling to clean up her mess made her chuckle faintly.

She’d even signed a statement promising not to cause any more incidents. If Kim Hyun found out, he’d probably flip out and chain her up again. She glanced at Lee Wooshin beside her—and their eyes met.

“Instructor, do you suspect me too?”

“......”

“Do you really think I set fire to the newlywed apartment?”

He interlaced his fingers and suddenly tightened his grip. His hands were still faintly trembling.

“For a moment... I really thought you might’ve died.”

“......”

“But in the middle of that chaos, I got a proposal. There’s probably no one else in the world who’s been proposed to like that. So let’s just say that was my bad-luck cleansing. Even if you really were the one who burned that house down—it doesn’t matter.”

“Why?”

“Because it means you’ve finally severed things with Kim Hyun.”

“......”

“Which also means... I won.”

The morning after the fire, Lee Wooshin had immediately secured a new apartment. Everything progressed swiftly. Like a real engaged couple preparing for their wedding, the two had countless decisions to make together.

Lee Wooshin began outpatient rehab from the new home, and Seoryeong filled the house with things to her taste. She picked out furniture and items that would soon bear her touch, stacking them up endlessly.

But the problem began from there.

“Hnng...!”

They couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Pressed shoulder to waist with no space in between, they kissed endlessly, everywhere. Even though her body still smelled like smoke, his cock thrusting deep inside made her cry out helplessly.

Wooshin didn’t want to be apart from her for even a second. If she went to the bathroom, he followed. She had mountains of boxes to unpack, but he wouldn’t even let her take out the recycling in peace. His possessiveness was overt.

Their sex also became more frequent. He kissed her until her skin itched from the friction, unhooked her bra whenever he could, and shoved his massive cock inside her like he was starving for it.

Who knew what the trigger was? Was it the proposal? The fire? Or both?

“Haa...! Ngh...!”

Each time he shoved in, it was desperate and rushed. When he drove greedily into the deepest parts of her inner walls, her hips jerked on their own.

She couldn’t think straight. Her moans filled the air. Like a man possessed, Wooshin constantly changed locations, pounding into her in every room of the house.

These past few days, all they did was eat and fuck. Naked, pressing sex against sex. Their soaked, fused bodies were always hot. Even when doing other things, a glance between them often turned into a kiss. Even in their sleep, they constantly entwined.

“Hnngh... mm...!”

He never stopped plunging in. At some point, putting their clothes back on became too much trouble, so they just stopped altogether.

Now, whenever he bottomed out, she automatically got wet. Everything turned white before her eyes, and her memories blurred together in a nonstop cycle of heat and sex.

“Haa... enough...! I’m hungry...”

Once her brain melted, she couldn’t think of anything else. She became a fool who could only say simple things—I'm hungry, I'm sleepy, I need the bathroom.

“Ugh, hhnngh...!”

He rammed his thick shaft into her over and over. It was like he wanted to pierce deeper than her body would allow. His relentless pistoning showed no signs of stopping, yet he asked her sweetly, as if trying to reassure her—while his wet flesh clung to her like it wanted to trap her forever.

“Do you really want to get married and live with me, Instructor?”

“How many times are you gonna ask—ugh, nnngh...!”

“Think carefully before you answer. If you marry me... there’s no such thing as divorce.”

“Ah, ah...!”

“Never, for life.”

Her insides clenched tight from the heat. His cock throbbed as it filled her, and she exhaled a trembling moan. The feeling of total unity with him was unbearable.

“Ah, ngh...!”

Even when he pulled out, her hole didn’t close properly. One second she was bent over the bedroom window, the next, half her ass was hanging off the dining table, and then back to the bed again.

“Haaah...!”

Wooshin lifted one of her thighs and thrust in without rest. Her nipples were so swollen they were nearly raw, and her arms and legs hung limp, drained of strength.

And yet, her entrance clamped down tight. The pleasure was still too intense. They left marks all over the new house, like animals marking territory.

And every time, Seoryeong would think:

Where am I supposed to go after this?

At moments like this, she felt her orphanhood like a knife in the ribs. Maybe not land, but an island? She’d heard there was a place called Whido, famous for trees and music. Maybe they had a convalescent retreat there? Or maybe she should just vanish into the most remote countryside...

“Seoryeong, what the hell are you thinking about—during sex.”

“Ugh, ngh...!”

“Why aren’t you paying attention to your groom?”

“I...”

“You proposed, and I’m answering very enthusiastically.”

“Hnnngh, fuck...”

He thrust in deep, one perfect stroke. Her body lit up with ecstasy, but she didn’t show it. He’d pull out all the way, then shove back in, again and again—until her mind went blank. He bit and kissed every inch of her like he was feeding.

“When would be a good date?”

“As soon as possible... hngh...”

“Honeymoon destination?”

“Mexico, El Salvador, or Cuba...”

“Those are all dangerous countries.”

“That’s why I like them—ahhh...!”

Eventually, the skin between her legs became so raw and chafed that walking stung with every step. Once she could barely walk, the insatiable sex finally slowed.

Tap, tap—!

The sound of CEO Kang knocking on the armrest snapped her out of her haze.

“What are you two even... I’m asking what this resignation is all about!”

CEO Kang stared at them, incredulous. Seoryeong, noticeably thinner after the past few days, held out the white envelope. She had, in effect, found Kim Hyun—and brought him to her side. There was no longer any reason to stay in this line of work.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought this to your office directly, but our team leader...”

“I needed authorization too, so I had to come,” Wooshin added, pulling his own resignation letter from his inner pocket. He shrugged, like they had no choice.

“Team Leader Lee, what the hell is this...”

“We’ll finish our remaining assignments before we go.”

Kang Taegon sighed and furrowed ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ his brow like he had a migraine. He gulped down his steaming tea and set it down with a loud clatter.

“If this isn’t a fucking curse on our company, then I don’t know what is. What the hell is happening to the Special Security Team...”

He grumbled and glared directly at Seoryeong.

“Agent Han Seoryeong, I believe you owe me quite a bit.”

“......”

She could only bow her head quietly. It was a stigma now. The rumor that when Agent Han Seoryeong was dispatched, the success rate dropped to zero.

It had happened at the post-quantum cryptography summit, on the Sakhalin mission, and even with the Equatorial Guinea freighter. On top of that, every agent aboard the freighter had gone missing, and all the cargo had been stolen—Blast Corp had taken massive losses.

Employees joked that the team was cursed, but the joke twisted. People started whispering that she was the curse.

And to be fair, she had used Blast Corp for her own ends. She had no real excuse. Thankfully, Kang didn’t press the matter. He only brought up one final assignment, like a subtle reminder.

“You remember what I told you last time, I assume.”

“Of course.”

He’d called him a terrorist. Seoryeong recalled the peculiar background of that VIP client and named him aloud.

“Ligai Viktor.”

Clatter. Wooshin’s knee hit the teacup, knocking it over. Hot liquid splashed down, but he didn’t move. The chill in his expression was immediate. He stared holes into Seoryeong’s lips—as if he couldn’t believe she had said the name out loud. The tension in his eyes said everything.