The Tragedy of Undercover Agent Nikita Romanova

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Oh, look at that beautiful woman! She had a loving husband, a beloved daughter, and a peaceful, harmonious family life.

But I'm destroying that happy home just because I feel like it.

I won't be forgiven. And I don't even want forgiveness.

I stood up, pushed the chair aside, and knelt before her again. As I pondered my own identity for a moment, my dick got hard again. I thrust my cock back into the pussy of this wonderful neighbor wife, still overflowing with my cum.

Bora didn't resist. She just glared at me silently—that was her utmost defiance.

Good. I'll dye that cold expression with pleasure.

"Hng! Heuk! Euk!"

Bora started feeling it right away. Ever since I'd cum inside her three times already.

"Haak! Haaak! Aah!"

The face of a woman feeling pleasure amid despair was so damn lovable. She opened her mouth and accepted my tongue. When I pulled mine back, hers slipped into my mouth. We explored each other's mouths back and forth.

"Haaak! Aaaah!"

She closed her eyes, savoring it. Enjoying it.

"I'm cumming."

"Aaaah!"

She bucked her hips, shoving her lower body against me, craving climax.

"Hoo..."

Thanks to the Master Card <Stamina>, it wasn't too exhausting. But after that full sprint just now, I needed a moment to catch my breath.

I lifted myself off Bora and unlocked the chains binding her arms.

"Haa! Haa! Haa!"

Bora was still panting heavily. Without the benefits of a Master Card like mine, it must be tough for her. But freeing her arms seemed to help a bit. She clasped her hands together over her chest, steadying her breathing.

I dragged the chair back to its spot and watched her. Bora's eyes, now dried of tears, stared at me vacantly.

"It's over now, right? You're human too—you can't keep going. Let's end it. I don't have the strength to endure anymore."

This was much better than before. Bora was afraid of death. I could tell from her trembling eyes.

Paradoxically, the intense pleasure had made her truly feel the reality of death. Satisfying. Now I could finally drive her into true despair.

"Do you want to die?"

"You said it yourself. You have no intention of letting me live. So what's the point of me begging to survive?"

She shot back. She was speaking more assertively now than earlier.

"Isn't the instinct to cling to life just a little longer, though?"

"How much longer? Until you cum inside me one more time? Ha!"

She looked incredulous.

"I think I can do more than that."

"Are you even human? How can you be so cruel to someone you're going to kill? Can't you at least let me go peacefully at the end, for old times' sake?"

"Like I said before, it's too much of a waste. I can't do that."

The longer the conversation dragged on—especially about life and death—the more she'd feel death closing in.

"This worthless body? Fine. Have your fun with it."

"Any last wishes?"

"What, you gonna grant a dying woman's final request?"

"Yeah. Nothing big, but if it's something small, I might. Like, don't ask me not to touch you anymore. Something like a cold cola or food to fill your stomach."

"Forget it. I don't even want to deal with you anymore."

She turned ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her head away.

Perfect. That was enough for now. I'd rested plenty, and I was ready to get hard again.

Hmm... maybe I'd cum too much. Her pussy was a total mess down there. Thanks to the Master Card <Cum Volume>, each load was nearly half a cup, and it stayed consistent no matter how many times—no decrease.

This was definitely beyond human limits. Four loads straight into her body? That had to be about a bottle of soju.

Damn! I could film a bukkake scene solo at this rate. But I wasn't into messy visuals like that. A full-time AV maker might shoot anything for sales, but I'd only do what I wanted. No point conquering every genre with stuff I didn't enjoy.

Sure, scenes might pop up naturally, but I hated cumming just for that.

So, time to clean Bora up. I turned on the faucet on the wall, grabbed the long hose attached to it, and sprayed her body.

Whoosh!

The hose end was a showerhead, scattering water to rinse her gorgeous body. The cum pooled between her thighs washed away in seconds. The water was perfectly temperate—not cold, not hot.

This prison was a set designed with consideration for the actresses. It was all for AV making, not real torture. Every detail showed care.

Where she lay was a soft gray mat. No matter how hard I pressed down, it wouldn't bruise her skin. Made ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it easy for me to focus.

Bora just took the water silently while I rinsed her. She looked like a woman who'd given up everything.

But who could truly welcome death wholeheartedly? Earlier, betrayal-fueled rage had clouded her mind, but now reason was returning.

Her shifting attitude was getting exciting. I'd even freed her arms.

I shoved the chair aside again and approached. Bora's eyes wavered.

I sat in front of her, grabbed her thighs, and shoved my cock in. Washed clean by the water, it wasn't as sloppy and slick, but entry was still smooth. I slid right into her body.

Her body trembled. Good. Really good.

What was Bora fearing now? Death? Or overwhelming pleasure?

This was the fifth time. With the Setting Card <Stacking>, even slight movement made her quiver with arousal. She must hate her traitorous body.

"Haak!"

A few thrusts, and she reacted. Mouth open, eyes shut. No more holding back moans.

Was it that she couldn't resist, or had she given up? Even she probably didn't know.

Harder, then. Neither of us was holding back today—we'd go all the way. No mercy.

"Haaak!"

Bora sat up, arms wrapping around my torso. She leaned in for a kiss. All on her own.

She kissed me frantically. How much time passed? She pulled away, threw her head back, mouth wide, moaning freely.

"Hng! Ah! More! Yes! I love it! Please!"

She fucked passionately, lost in it.

"Aah...."

Fifth creampie. She clung ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to me, arms locked tight, riding the afterglow for ages. I felt her body shudder from below and above, thrashing in ecstasy with my whole body.

"Hng!"

She cried. How many times now?

I kissed her mouth. Even after it ended and climax faded, she kissed back fiercely.

We finally parted after a while.

Maybe I was too excited—each round was short. Only after five sex scenes did the notification pop up.

Continue. The vibe was perfect today. I could go more.

But she needed rest. I was fine, but Bora wasn't.

I left her exhausted on the floor, gathered the documents she'd brought into my bag, grabbed Yoon Ah-young's smartphone that she'd stolen, and Bora's phone too, then headed to the warden's office.

Her leg irons could only be unlocked by me, so she couldn't do shit meanwhile.

Time for some tasks while she recovered. First, Yoon Ah-young's phone. I input the pattern I'd seen earlier—success.

Bora had removed the SIM, so no network. But this was B8 anyway—no phone worked down here.

I booted the new laptop I'd bought at the carrier store beforehand, connected it to the phone, and dug through files to find the video Bora had been watching. Copied it over, checked others.

Hmm... impressive woman. There it was—something useful for Bora's husband. A video of her half-naked, giggling and hugging the deputy secretary. Looked like a motel interior.

Two videos, plenty of photos: colleagues, family, and with the deputy. Copied everything to the laptop.

Then Bora's phone. I knew her password. Found the video she'd secretly filmed following Yoon Ah-young to the cafe. Perfect shots of Yoon and the deputy being affectionate, their whole conversation.

Copied that too, then to the USB drive.

I wasn't sure exactly how to use it, but the parties involved would figure it out. Only an idiot wouldn't.

Back in the torture room, Bora was still listlessly lying there. Her wavering eyes at my return—what did they mean?

I approached and unlocked her leg irons. Legs free, she clamped them shut and hunched forward.

Even facing death, she was embarrassed about having spread her legs against her will all this time. That was Bora.

"Still not done?"

"About halfway?"

"You're ridiculous. Then give me something to drink. My throat's dry."

I gave her the sparkling water I'd prepared. Only thing she drank normally—no sugary stuff. Maybe black coffee without sugar sometimes.

Explains the killer body.

Gulp! Gulp!

She downed the tasteless stuff like a champ. Emptied a 500ml bottle fast.

Sex is exercise. Especially multiple rounds like this—intense workout. That's why AV sets stock ion drinks. Replenish calories, but mostly hydrate.

I chugged a cold cola too. Come to think of it, I hadn't had a drop either.

"Nice. Perfect last drink before dying."

Bora gave a hollow laugh, setting the bottle upright beside her.

Even now, she wouldn't litter. No matter how rough. Nikita Romanova role or not, her core was Bora.

"Gonna do it again?"

"Yeah."

"Then do it."

She climbed onto me. This time, sitting up, I pulled her onto my lap for cowgirl. She had to cooperate for this position—and she did, hugging me tight, moving actively.

We embraced torsos, facing each other, rocking gently. Our eyes met, lips naturally joined.