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Feeling that he was too close, Yoon Tae-ha tried to adjust her posture, shifting her waist back. However, Cheon Geon-young pulled her back tightly, as if he wouldn't allow her to leave.
When she gave up trying to escape, his fingers tidied her messy hair on her shoulder. It was a slow and delicate touch that made her wince.
“You asked if I was tired, but you’re the one who was more exhausted. How can you just fall asleep on the sofa? Doesn’t your back hurt?”
“We’ve both slept on the sofa before. Quietly, like kids, with the blanket pulled up to our necks.”
“When I was in so much pain I couldn’t think straight?”
The large hand, which had finished tidying her hair, gently squeezed her earlobe.
“I was in my right mind. Don't misunderstand; I did that while I was sober.”
“You don’t even make excuses…”
The hand that had been playing with her earlobe moved to her thick hair, which fell below her shoulder blades.
Cheon Geon-young started a silly game of wrapping and unwrapping her hair around his fingers. Then, as if he found something more interesting, he neatly swept the hair scattered over her collarbone to her back. Yoon Tae-ha realized he was looking directly at the spot where the chip was implanted.
“Is it here?”
The rough hand that had traveled up her shoulder stopped at her collarbone. As his palm rested ambiguously over her swelling chest, memories of their frantic entwined moments rushed into Yoon Tae-ha's mind.
“Yeah.”
“Did it hurt?”
“A little. But it was over quickly. The anesthetic worked better than I expected, so it wasn't horribly painful.”
“Who implanted it? A Guardian?”
“Yeah.”
“Was it a man?”
“Yeah.”
Yoon Tae-ha repeated the same answers like a doll with limited input. The same passionate intensity that had been revealed when he raised his voice, the kind that could make him lose control, flickered behind Cheon Geon-young’s eyes.
“Do you remember where it is?”
“Over there. Maybe, a little below that…”
He traced the skin between her collarbone and chest with his fingertips, as if searching for a small, hard object. He brushed his thumb up and down, then twisted her skin gently with his index and thumb. His thick fingers kept slipping in between her clothes, which were parted because she was lying on her side.
“Is it here?”
The cold path of his fingers was getting closer to a sensitive area. As the actions, which had started with something akin to curiosity, continued, Yoon Tae-ha closed her eyes with a flushed, hot face. Cheon Geon-young watched her reactions intently, then muttered in a low voice.
“You said it was here. It’s not here.”
A sharp breath escaped Yoon Tae-ha’s blurred lips.
“That’s because it’s small.”
“It’s not small.”
Yoon Tae-ha scowled, recalling the chip’s size—smaller than a pinky nail. At that moment, Cheon Geon-young turned her onto her back and climbed on top of her. He put his hand inside her clothes, gripped her breast through her lingerie, and covered her mouth with his, kissing her.
Wet flesh tangled between their rough, amplified breaths of excitement. A humid, moist atmosphere filled the space, and the friction on the sofa felt precarious.
Yoon Tae-ha swallowed her moans. It felt like she would die from the deep reverberation inside her body. As her clothes were pulled up by his hands, which were more forceful than usual, the man pulled his tongue from her mouth and gave her a short kiss on her upper lip.
“Tell me not to go.”
The end of the sudden phrase was so gentle it melted. Unlike his unhesitating hands, he still seemed to be in conflict. Yoon Tae-ha gripped his cheek.
“Don’t go. I came all this way because I missed you.”
Cheon Geon-young’s eyes trembled slightly. Yoon Tae-ha repeated,
“Make a decision for me.”
His shadow covered her body. Yoon Tae-ha hugged the man, who burrowed into her embrace like a spoiled child, tightly.
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Employees with heavy boxes in their hands moved busily.
At the end of the spacious, gleaming hallway they crossed was a private lounge for the department store’s VIP customers. A man who looked meticulous and strict stood at the lounge entrance, checking the number of boxes and brand logos carried by his subordinates.
“Shoes and bags. Have they been thoroughly inspected?”
“Yes.”
“He is a man rumored to be the most cherished heir of Chairman Cheon of CH. The woman next to him is one of Ark’s elite agents.”
The female employee holding a black box swallowed hard, looking nervous. The expressions of her colleagues standing beside and behind her were no different.
“You must not do anything to offend them. Remember that we are like lampposts. VIP customers tend not to appreciate chatty people around them.”
“Yes.”
“Let’s go in now.”
He held his watch up to the door handle, and the door opened with a click. After passing through a corridor meticulously designed to prevent customers from meeting each other, another door appeared. When the manager knocked on the door three times, permission was granted to enter. The employees glided inside.
“We are extremely sorry for the delay.”
The employee with the black box placed it on the long table that was set up. Immediately, other employees who were waiting in the room quickly began taking shoes out of the boxes. The employees who had just entered stood in a line against the wall after their work was done.
Opposite them, a stunningly handsome man sat on a sofa in front of a window. Looking utterly bored, he had a cold and detached expression.
“Are there any shoes for the beach?”
The manager began to explain, opening each shoe box one by one. At that moment, the door to a separate dressing room swung open. The employees standing against the wall slowly rolled their eyes to the side, stealing a glance at the woman who was about to receive all the luxuries in the room as gifts.
“This is surprisingly comfortable, isn’t it?”
A woman in a stylishly cut green halterneck dress walked to the center of the room. Her facial features were not overshadowed by the flashy outfit, and she was barefoot without even slippers on.
Seeing this, the manager looked like he was about to faint and quickly scanned the shoe boxes. A few seconds later, he held a pair of strap sandals that went well with the dress. He placed the sandals in front of the woman.
“Is this a set with the dress?”
“They are not from the same brand, but they will suit you well. Would you like to try them on?”
“I would.”
He carefully put the shoes on her feet as she confidently extended her foot.
“How do I look? Does it suit me?”
Yoon Tae-ha walked up to Cheon Geon-young and asked with a bright smile. The hem of the dress, designed to reveal her calves when she moved, swayed playfully in front of him.
“Try on something else.”
She pouted at his unenthusiastic reply. A moment later, Yoon Tae-ha, who had been checking her reflection in the full-length mirror, asked the employees to leave.
“I’d like to take my time trying things on. Is that alright?”
They bowed respectfully and withdrew.
Click. The moment the door closed, the innocent smile vanished from Yoon Tae-ha’s face. She threw off the sandals and began to open the boxes the employees had brought in.
Cheon Geon-young also got up from the sofa, drew the curtains on the window, and moved to the door the employees had exited. After confirming that the sounds from outside were fading, he put on the communicator that had been delivered to the villa the previous night.
Soon, a directive came in to proceed with the operation, as the area was controlled. At that moment, Yoon Tae-ha opened a heavy brown box and found her field uniform inside.
“You can change here.”
Who would want that? Yoon Tae-ha mouthed silently before going into the dressing room. It took her less than two minutes to take off the flowing dress and change into the form-fitting black uniform.
Cheon Geon-young handed her one side of a communicator identical to his own when she came out.
“You can contact me directly by pressing this button.”
He fastened a thin band around Yoon Tae-ha’s wrist to control the communicator. After the brief explanation, the operation team urged them to hurry.
Yoon Tae-ha, who had momentarily muted the transmission to the operation team, lightly kissed the man’s cheek, which was rigid with anxiety. It was the spot where a dimple should have been.
“30 minutes will pass in a flash.”
Cheon Geon-young silently reopened the curtains. Sunlight poured into the room, and Yoon Tae-ha vanished into the light.
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After five long-distance teleports, she was in front of the data center’s vent. Yoon Tae-ha, who had memorized the location of all nearby surveillance cameras, moved only through blind spots.
Hong Eun-su was her communication officer on the operation team. As soon as the communication with her superior, Cheon Geon-young, was cut, she immediately dropped the formal speech, as was the custom between the field team and the operation team.
— You're almost there. There’s a gap between the ceiling and the vent that a person can fit through. Do you see it? Go in there and wait for a bit. There are drone patrols outside, so you absolutely must hide beneath the roof.
“It’s really hot in here.”
Listening to the communication, Yoon Tae-ha crouched down and squeezed into the gap, from which hot air was escaping.
— I told you it would be a hot bath. You can think of it as a dry sauna.
True to its design for circulating heat, even standing still was suffocating from the hot air rushing up from below. It felt like being inside a chimney, minus the smoke. Moreover, since it wasn't built to support a person, the railing Yoon Tae-ha was standing on was ridiculously narrow.
The giant propeller spinning below her made a threatening sound, warning of an intruder. The sight of it made her stomach churn with tension. She would prefer to jump right in, without a moment to feel afraid.
— We’re ready to stop the propeller. If you get through there safely, it’s the first basement floor. From there, you'll move to the cooling tower to get to the second floor. For your information, there are many Titans on the third floor, so it’s best not to make any loud noises as you go up.
“I’ll try my best.”
— There’s a VIP sitting next to me right now, and he said that if you get caught, he’ll have you handled. He said he’ll get you a lawyer.
“Why are so many people trying to get me a lawyer? Did I live my life wrong?”
Yoon Tae-ha grumbled, mixing half-jest and half-complaint. Hong Eun-su then started counting. The propeller, which seemed like it would spin at the same speed forever, began to slow down, and the floor that had been hidden came into Yoon Tae-ha’s view.
She could feel the deep, narrow gap she had to squeeze through widening. Even the constant humming sound stretched out like a broken string instrument. Descending. A short, powerful command was given, and Yoon Tae-ha leaped down.
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