PTT - 55

The two immediately left Cheonji Village and boarded a plane. Dozens of hours later, as soon as they arrived at Incheon International Airport, Baek Si-heon headed straight to the National Intelligence Service (NIS) alone.

Raon wanted to go with him, but he insisted that there was no need for both of them to report and sent her to his apartment. Perhaps it was his way of showing consideration after the long flight without proper rest. After a brief hesitation, Raon agreed and arrived at Si-heon’s place, dragging two suitcases behind her.

The direct superior of Special Team 4, which operated independently without being assigned to any specific department, was Hwang Jae-pil, the second deputy director of the NIS. Knock, knock, knock. With a firm knock, Si-heon entered the deputy director’s office, standing with his hands clasped behind his back.

“Ah, Baek Si-heon. I heard the news, but why are you back so soon? Was there nothing worth investigating there?”

“There were some unusual aspects.”

“Don’t you want a cup of coffee? You must be tired after coming straight from the airport. Have a sip before we continue.”

“It’s fine. I’ll proceed with the report.”

As Jae-pil brewed coffee from the capsule machine, Si-heon began speaking.

“It was a group with unusually strong cohesion. The scale was larger than expected. They seemed to rely heavily on each other, aiming for self-sufficiency within the village.”

“That, what’s his name… The overseas team mentioned their ideology seemed a bit off. Not exactly cult-like, but… Ah, it’s hot….”

At Deputy Director Hwang’s question, Si-heon slightly raised his chin. There was a clear reason he hadn’t brought Raon with him. He intended to report something slightly different from the truth she knew. His voice came out dry and calm.

“It might seem that way, but the level of danger didn’t appear to be high. It’s true that Kwak Seon-gi, who attempted a suicide bombing, was from there, but it seems more like an individual’s twisted beliefs rather than being influenced by the Korean community.”

“Is that so? If you say so, Baek Si-heon, then it must be true. Was there nothing else suspicious?”

“Nothing particularly noteworthy beyond that.”

Baek Si-heon reported his false statement without blinking. Deputy Director Hwang, stirring sugar into his coffee with a teaspoon, asked again.

“So, should I recall the overseas team members who were infiltrated there?”

“Yes. However, given the size of the community, I believe it’s necessary to keep some level of surveillance.”

“That’s true. We’re already monitoring most Korean communities. You’ve worked hard going back and forth. Go home early today.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Si-heon bowed slightly and left the deputy director’s office. Slowly looking around, he unbuttoned his sleeve with a cold expression. Rolling up his shirt to his elbow revealed his muscular forearm. At this moment, it was necessary to clearly identify who was holding the reins.

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After finishing his report, Si-heon immediately drove to the apartment where Raon was waiting. An hour later, the sound of splashing water reached his ears.

The bathroom connected to Baek Si-heon’s bedroom had a bathtub large enough to fit two adults. While it was rarely used, things were different with Raon.

The water had turned a beautiful shade of purple, emitting a subtle lavender scent. It was thanks to the bath bomb she had received as a housewarming gift from a friend. The oil in the bath bomb made the water feel soft and smooth against her skin.

Si-heon raised his arm and gently wrapped it around Raon’s shoulder as she sat beside him.

“I feel so relaxed.”

“……Am I the only one feeling embarrassed?”

“Embarrassed? It’s just nice, isn’t it?”

Thirty minutes earlier, Raon had asked Si-heon if she could use the bathtub to relieve the fatigue accumulated over three days.

〈Then let’s do it together, Raon.〉

〈……Take a bath together?〉

〈Yeah. Otherwise, I’ll act petty.〉

And Baek Si-heon didn’t miss the opportunity. The air in the bathroom was warm, filled with steam. Was the heat rising to the back of her neck due to the hot bathwater or the man sitting so close to her? Raon, fiddling with the ends of her wet hair, turned to face Si-heon.

“Why are you so skilled at this?”

“It’s not so much skill…… as it is leading.”

“I’m a bit jealous.”

Perhaps it was the warm water comfortably enveloping her lower body from the chest down. Her usually reserved self gave way to an uncharacteristic honesty. Unlike her, who still felt awkward, he seemed so at ease from the start. Si-heon, looking at Raon with affectionate eyes, pressed her cheeks with his wet hands.

“You’ve turned into a dumpling, Raon.”

“Ah, what are you doing? How childish….”

“You’re really cute right now. I want to take a picture. Why are you so soft?”

With her cheeks pressed by his large hands, Raon’s lips pouted like a bird’s beak. Si-heon, gently squeezing her soft cheeks, leaned down and kissed her plump lips. Chu! With a cute sound, an undeniable smile spread across Si-heon’s lips.

“Stop it. It’s embarrassing.”

Raon, narrowing her eyes, pulled his wrist down and replied coldly. It seemed this man had recently developed a fondness for teasing her.

Her cheeks and the corners of her eyes were now flushed red. She fanned herself with her hand and turned her gaze toward the bathroom door. If only she had used the bubble bar, she could have hidden her upper body with fluffy bubbles.

But that wasn’t the only problem. The sight of his lower body vaguely visible beneath the purple water was also an issue. No matter how hard she tried not to look, it was unavoidable. Raon, taking a deep breath, rubbed her eyes and spoke.

“But…….”

“Hmm?”

“……That.”

Yes. It was clear. The heat rising to the back of her neck wasn’t just from the hot bathroom air.

“……Are you hard? Senior.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, strong regret washed over her. No matter how close they were, it was an overly direct question. The erection visible beneath the water had been half-hard since Raon stepped into the tub.

Si-heon blinked at her blunt question and finally let out a low laugh. So this is what she was thinking about. Looking at Raon with adoration, he gently pulled her wrist.

“Ah, wait a moment…….”

Si-heon sat Raon on his lap. In an instant, Raon found herself sitting on his firm thighs, her eyes filled with confusion.

Instinctively grabbing Si-heon’s right shoulder, she bit her lip. The hardness of his erection pressed against her. Unable to sit properly or get up, Raon tightly closed her eyes.

Looking at her closed eyes, Si-heon whispered in a teasing voice.

“Of course I’m hard. I got turned on the moment I saw you.”

“Senior, why would you…… say something like that?”

“Why not? I could say worse, but I’m holding back.”

You have no idea how much I’m restraining myself. Si-heon’s voice came out low and sultry. His hand had already reached Raon’s perky chest. Gently kneading the soft flesh that filled his palm, Si-heon lowered his head.

“……Huh.”

Chu, chu. Each time his lips touched her skin, a wet sound echoed. Si-heon kissed along Raon’s neckline, softly stimulating her thick nipples. Using his thumb and index finger to gently tease the buds, he licked her earlobe. As his warm, soft tongue brushed against her ear, Raon unconsciously fidgeted with her fingers.

Soon, Si-heon lightly bit her collarbone. Chup. As he sucked on her thin skin, a red mark bloomed on her flesh. Raon’s eyes wavered slightly as she looked down at the hickey. The fact that his mark was now on her body made her feel both embarrassed and excited.

“Raon. Do you want to?”

A deep desire flickered in Si-heon’s dark eyes. The lust to pin her down and torment her relentlessly felt like a blade cutting through his rationality. Lowering his head further, he took her nipple into his wet mouth. Using the tip of his tongue to slowly lick her areola, he elicited a helpless twitch from her.

“Mmm, I want…… to……”

“How do you want me to do it?”

“Haah, how can I…… say that……. Ugh.”

Sometimes, Baek Si-heon could be unbearably mischievous. Overwhelmed by the pleasure rising up her back, Raon tilted her head slightly. She didn’t want him to see her face, which was surely contorted. Not getting the answer he wanted, Si-heon rolled her nipple with his tongue.

“Ah, ugh……. Put, it…… in……”

“Put it in?”