Chapter 201.1

Chapter 201.1

His eyes flickered oddly, his lips wet, a thin line of saliva trailing his chin. Seeing that unfamiliar face up close did not cool her blood; it only flamed hotter, as if she were looking at an enemy.

To see Lee Wooshin tangled with Natalia like that made her chest pound. She felt the two of them as one, their hearts beating together.

“Wait… just a moment,” she managed.

When Seoryeong squirmed, Lee Wooshin unexpectedly eased back. Regaining control, however, took effort. He pressed himself to the wall, one hand covering himself, shoulders heaving as he tried to steady his breathing.

All this time he had been holding that borrowed face, kneeling before it, revealing something slimy and wet. Seoryeong touched the false cheek with a pale hand.

If she pulled the bandages off now, the eyes beneath would be clearly a foreign woman’s. The thought hit her like watching someone’s private betrayal.

What if she tore that mask off? What then?

Her fingers dug into the white cheek. What would happen to her if she did?

She could not bring herself to be intimate with him as Han Seoryeong. Yet watching him kiss and fondle a woman wearing Natalia’s features felt worse. Cornered, she squeezed her eyes shut.

Why was she feeling this? She had never claimed any moral purity. What right did she have to feel this about an ex-husband she had once left so bitterly? Who he slept with should not concern her.

Why had she crushed Natalia, who was only doing her job?

No matter how she parsed it, her feelings for her ex-husband did not make sense.

Whether Lee Wooshin married again and again, whether he formed a family with a Russian woman, resurrected the Solzhenitsyn name, had children, or lived on in whatever fantasy, it should not have mattered to her.

Her thoughts fluttered like a faulty light. Maybe it would be better to lock him in this room for three days and watch until the drugs wore off.

As Seoryeong looked around the parlor and pulled up her panties, she felt something blunt pressing through the fabric. She glanced down instinctively and gasped at the sight of a thick, bright pink glans, swollen like ripe fruit

“…”

Flawless skin, a thick, upright shaft, and tightly drawn testicles like walnuts.

The man trying to restrain what looked ready to explode, just the sight of him stirred a bolt of desire through her.

It felt worse than being deceived. The thought that he might love another woman was unbearable.

Seoryeong was growing tired of herself, resentful and scared. She clenched her trembling jaw and lifted her sorrowful eyes.

“Live alone for the rest of your life.”

“…What?”

The man, head bowed and holding back climax, looked up. When she yanked his shoulders, their heated bodies pressed together again.

“Just live celibate forever.”

“Maybe I will.”

Even her absurd accusations didn’t faze Lee Wooshin. He calmly responded,

“I’m already ruined for anyone but you. Want me to do something else?”

“I… I hope your eyesight never heals.”

“If that’s what you want.”

If he couldn’t see… maybe he’d doubt less. Not that she trusted him, she just hoped her own doubts might ease. A selfish thought, like toxic waste leaking out. A cruel wish. A cruel heart.

“I lived with Kia in a tiny place for half a year.”

“…”

“We even bathed together.”

“Fuck, that woke me right up. I’m seeing stars.”

Somehow, her blouse buttons had come undone, and her skirt zipper slid down. Yet she still didn’t know why she felt so spiteful.

Gritting his teeth, he ripped her stockings. He yanked down her underwear to her ankles and crouched, exploring her body. His hot, damp breath made her temperature soar in seconds.

His sharp nose brushed against her dark curls, making her flinch and push his head away.

“Wait…!”

But his bright red tongue reached her first, licking slowly between her closed folds. Seoryeong squeezed her eyes shut at the wave of dizzying pleasure.

Always, then and now, all she wanted was one thing. Something that would never disappear. Something that would be truly hers and hers alone.

But Lee Wooshin had too many faces, wandered too much, and belonged to the state.

Maybe it was her own flaw, being unable to trust a man who begged her to believe him.

In the end, they would only keep running parallel, wounding and ruining each other.

“Hnn…!”

He pressed his lips around her hidden cl*toris, flicking it with focused intensity. At first, she couldn’t even make a sound. Only the muscles inside her thighs trembled uncontrollably.

He engulfed her whole, slurping noisily as he bobbed his head up and down. His tongue swirled, sucked, and crushed her clitor*s with relentless heat. Holding her knees apart, he dove in deeper.

“Mm, ngh, haa…”

The sounds between them made her ears burn. Her thighs trembled, caught between resisting and giving in. Forgotten sensations rushed back all at once, betraying her composure.

He lingered close, teasing her, his breath hot and unsteady. The tension built until she felt like she might break apart.