Chapter 109.2

Chapter 109.2

This man! Did he really think he could fold his massive frame and fit into her arms? She exhaled sharply, her body steadily being pushed backward.

Wooshin inhaled her scent deeply as he kept his face buried against her nape. Suddenly, he lifted his head and cupped the back of hers.

“Mm… ngh…”

Without warning, his heated tongue parted her lips and swept across them, his rushed breaths mingling with hers.

Supporting her head, Wooshin kissed her deeply, pushing into her mouth with an almost desperate urgency. His tongue explored relentlessly, stirring and delving as if uneasy.

The searing heat of last night seemed to reignite, making her ache faintly below. Hot breaths mingled greedily, and their lips grew wet with shared desire.

Unable to match his pace, Seoryeong didn’t push him away. Instead, she pulled him closer, her fingertips brushing against the sharp contours of his shoulder blades.

Their bodies pressed together, moving as if beating with a single pulse.

After a brief yet intense kiss, Wooshin pulled back, his voice steady and firm. “You promised me.”

Seoryeong couldn’t tell if this promise was professional or personal.

***

“I called you here for personal reasons—just wanted to hang out.”

The slightly clumsy accent was still clear enough to understand. Muttering to himself, the priest absently fiddled with the cross hanging around his neck, his eyes lazily opening and closing.

His gaze avoided the camera lens, lost in thought.

Blast SA Headquarters.

This mission wasn’t one of those routine assignments where female bodyguards were sent to Russia. The decision to specifically request the special security team struck Kang Taegon as unusually abrupt.

Still, given that this military firm had grown large on Russian investments, refusing their orders was never an option.

“How’s he doing?” Kang asked.

“Same as always,” Kia’s reply was curt, implying that his condition hadn’t improved in the slightest.

Meanwhile, he began spinning his chair in slow circles. “She had a husband, didn’t she? A husband…” he hummed faintly.

As his face disappeared and reappeared behind the chair’s back, his expression remained impassive, yet something feral rippled beneath the surface. “A husband…”

Was that part of a song lyric?

Mixed intermittently with Russian curses, Kia’s humming continued. His gaze remained stubbornly averted, refusing to settle on the person across from him.

“I heard you’ve lived in a monastery since you were very young.”

Perhaps that was why Kia seemed so fundamentally different from worldly people. He exuded an emptiness, like the hollow quiet of a temple, yet there were times when his explosive energy made you instinctively step back.

It had been a long time since they’d received their first request through Kia, who represented the Sakhalin branch, but even now, Kang Taegon couldn’t quite figure the young man out.

The one thing he did know was not to be deceived by that pale, delicate face. And that, beneath his devoutness, Kia occasionally displayed fanatic, even violent tendencies.

“Блять!”

Another curse erupted from Kia. His chair spun even faster, whirling furiously.

Then, in an instant, Kia’s far-off gaze snapped to the camera lens.

“If they were married, they must’ve had s*x, right?”

“…!”

The abruptness of his movement startled Kang Taegon, making him flinch. The chair came to an abrupt stop, and through the distortion of the lens, Kia’s features looked unnervingly twisted.

“What about here? Are the people who live here as serious about screwing as I am?”

“…”

“Are they as dedicated as me?”

Is he drunk? Kang Taegon, baffled by the dissonance between Kia’s seemingly pious demeanor and his words, struggled to compose himself.

“это пиздец!”

What did that mean? Something obscene, probably. Suppressing a cough, Kang Taegon quickly shifted to the matter at hand.

“There’s no need to worry about the arrangements here. Preparations for the second leader’s inauguration ceremony are proceeding as planned. But is it really necessary for him to come to Korea in person? If so, perhaps we should send the black-haired woman to meet him before the ceremony…”

Despite his words, Kia seemed indifferent.

“Ah—!”

Kang Taegon rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

“The female bodyguard we were going to assign for that occasion has recently joined the special security team heading to Sakhalin.”

“Han Seoryeong?”

Kia’s sharp response came with a scowl.

“Yes, Agent Han Seoryeong. But how did you—”

“Don’t call Sonya that.”

“Pardon?”

“That name doesn’t suit her,” Kia said with a pout, his lips jutting out in dissatisfaction.

Kang Taegon hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. But Kia simply grinned, lowering his head slightly as if closing the conversation.

“So, in the end, she was destined to meet her father after all. Sonya,” Kia murmured, crossing himself with one hand.

With a faint smile, he added, “By the way, make sure to create a whole new special security team.”

“What?”

“Just worried you’d be upset if your company stops making money,” Kia said with a sly smile.

Kang Taegon frowned at the monitor, but Kia, unfazed, kissed the cross hanging from his neck.

“From God’s perspective, humans are like mist—here today, gone tomorrow.”

Then, with the end of the cross, Kia smashed the camera lens. The screen flickered with static before going completely black.