Like an AV - The Man Who Takes Away Chapter 47: The Tragedy of Undercover Agent Nikita Romanova

As if we were deeply in love, we devoured each other's bodies. Unlike before, she let out shy moans, but the pleasure she felt was even more intense. I experienced an unbelievably powerful ecstasy too, and came even faster than last time. For a fleeting moment, I really thought I loved her. No, it wasn't just a thought—I think I truly did love her.

Bora lingered on top of me for a long while, savoring the afterglow.

"Did it feel good?"

"It felt amazing. I've never had an experience this good before."

"Still want to die quickly?"

"No. I want to live."

She stared straight at me as she said it. No particular emotion showed on her face. But she couldn't hide the look in her eyes. She felt affection for me, just like I did for her. It was absurd, but it was real.

"But you won't let me live, will you?"

"Yeah. That's right."

I told her flatly.

"I know. That's the kind of person you are. You always keep your word once it's out of your mouth."

"I won't apologize."

"I know. That's just who you are."

What kind of person had Nikita Romanova thought her boss was? I was even more curious now.

"There's just one way you can survive."

"What is it?"

Her eyes lit up, just a little.

I picked up the cutter knife I'd thrown on the floor and handed it to her.

"Cut my throat with this. You could definitely kill me with it."

Nikita Romanova's eyes shook wildly. Her hand trembled as she gripped the cutter knife.

"Uh... uh..."

Was she conflicted? Hesitating? Honestly, I had no idea. The restriction imposed on the actress meant she absolutely couldn't harm me. But even with her own life on the line, could she do it?

Bora's face trembled as she stared at me. I could tell she was in tremendous turmoil.

How much time passed? Plop! Bora dropped the knife she was holding.

"I can't..."

She was crying.

She couldn't kill me—the man trying to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠kill her—even to save her own life.

"I... I can't do something like that."

Tears streamed down Bora's face.

"No helping it, then."

"Yeah. No helping it."

"Too bad, but you don't have any more chances."

"Sob!"

Bora threw herself into my arms and wept bitterly. I laid her down, gripped by fresh despair, and devoured her deliciously once more. She moaned wildly without restraint, tears of despair streaming down at the same time.

"Open your mouth."

This time, I came inside her mouth. Gulp! Gulp! Nikita swallowed every drop from the cock of the man who'd declared he'd kill her. She still couldn't even think of resisting me.

"Almost done. Just hang in there a bit longer."

I looked down at her collapsed in exhaustion and jerked off.

"Sob! Sob!"

Bora had been crying nonstop. Filled with emotion, I came while gazing at her. Her body was covered in my semen.

"Now, just one last time."

I looked down at her and pronounced the end.

"Please let me live. I don't want to die."

Bora meant it. Who wouldn't? But there was no helping it. The fate of an undercover agent is always tragic.

I went to the warehouse and fetched an empty drum barrel. There were stacks of black-market cement bags next to it, but I didn't touch them—they'd be a hassle to deal with later. The contents of those cement bags were fake, of course. A mix of rice porridge powder and mugwort powder, labeled as safe to eat even when mixed with water. Maybe even good for you. Using them would have made the visuals perfect. But cleanup would be a nightmare. Who has time to dispose of a drum barrel's worth of rice porridge powder? So I stuck with just the barrel. Seeing Bora's eyes shake wildly at the sight was enough anyway.

I lifted Bora's exhausted, collapsed body and placed her inside the drum barrel. Her body trembled noticeably. She sensed this was truly the end. Squatting down, her head was just tall enough to poke over the rim.

"This is really it. Anything you want to say?"

"Please let me live. I don't want to die."

But the despicably vile boss just leered at his subordinate begging for mercy and jerked off again.

Bora stared at the boss's cock with dead, blackened eyes. I couldn't get enough of Bora like this. I came on her despairing face. The sight of it covered in my semen was incomparable.

"Suck it."

She obediently took my cock in her mouth. Even to the last moment, Nikita Romanova was an excellent subordinate. The sight was so beautiful that I got hard again, fucked her mouth, and came once more. Nikita swallowed it all down her throat. Tears streamed down her face.

"Close your eyes."

I was fully satisfied. Nothing more to wish for. Bora looked at me with eyes that said she had something to say, her lips quivering. But she couldn't bring herself to open them and closed her eyes.

"Good work, Nikita. I won't forget your hard work all this time."

Really. Bora, eyes closed and trembling, squeezed them shut tight. I shot the electric shock device into the back of her neck.

Zap!

Bora's body went limp. Phew... Finally over. Acting all that out of character was exhausting. But it was worth the effort. How else could I experience pleasure like this in my life? Huh? There has to be a way.

I pulled Bora's unconscious body out of the drum barrel. I cleaned her thoroughly with hot ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠water. I dressed her in the underwear I'd bought at the department store earlier, then her skirt, then her blouse. Dressing an unconscious person was way harder than undressing them. So I gave up on putting on the sexy stockings I'd bought for her. Too high difficulty. Finally, I slipped her high heels on. Now she at least looked human.

I carried Bora's body out of the torture room, past the prison, and set her down temporarily on the sofa in front of the exit gate. I went into the warden's office and grabbed my notebook, bag, and such. I left the smartphone Bora had stolen there. I'd already copied everything anyway. My work for the day was almost done. I picked up Bora's body again. All set? Oh! One last thing—check the active cards. I confirmed the Active Card <Healing> was still active on Bora. She'd had a hell of a tough day. Must be exhausted. As I left the prison, I declared the end of AV making.

Whoosh! A brilliant light spread from Bora's body. Probably the Active Card <Healing> doing its job.

Ding! The elevator stopped. Supporting Bora's body, I got on. This time, I swiped the pool card key. I was starving. Of course. I had no idea how many times I'd cum in her today.

"Mm!"

As the elevator rose, Bora came to.

"Huh? Where are we?"

She was startled to realize she was leaning on me.

"You must've been tired. Leaning on a guy like me to rest."

Of course, there wasn't a trace of fatigue on Bora's face. She was probably in perfect condition.

"Was I?"

Bora couldn't understand how she ended up in the elevator with me.

"But where are we going now? Not that pool again, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠right?"

She remembered this elevator.

Ding! The elevator stopped. I got off first, and she followed.

"You wanna do it again right here?"

Bora looked incredulous.

"Let's eat first. Don't worry, I don't plan on doing you."

Anymore, that is. You have no idea how many times we did it today. Just as I thought, a buffet was laid out like it had been ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠prepared moments ago. Coming up here was the fastest way to get a proper meal. I no longer cared who provided this for me or how. Just enjoy the feast.

I set down my bag and filled a plate.

"You rented this place just for a meal? Are you insane?"

If someone really ordered this extravagant setup just to eat with someone, I'd call them crazy too.

"Eat first. You must be hungry too."

"Pass."

But her eyes were on the food on the table. She'd moved a ton today too. Anyone would be starving after sex like that. The Active Card <Healing> healed wounds, injuries, pain, and mental trauma completely, but it didn't fill an empty stomach.

"After we eat, I'll give you good news about your husband."

"Huh? Gonna toy with me again?"

"No. Have I ever lied to you?"

"Really? If you lie about this, I won't let it slide."

I love it when she glares at me like that. Ahh! I'm turning into such a perv. She seemed half-doubting but decided to go along. She piled more food on her plate than ever since we met. For once, she picked regular red cola, not diet.

"No sparkling water?"

"Doesn't appeal today."

She ate the meat. And ate more. She was really hungry. I ate busily too, not to be outdone, while opening my laptop and doing some work. By the time we finished eating, the video editing was done. I asked her, who was grumbling about eating too much.

"What did you do today?"

I was curious what memories she'd have of the events while playing Nikita Romanova. Last time with Jiyeon, she said all the settings she mentioned were things she'd come up with herself. And she remembered nothing of the unrealistic abilities she'd shown. All thanks to the Setting Card <Alternative Memory>.

What about Bora?

"I left home this morning. My head just wouldn't clear. You said you'd handle it, but how could I believe that? So I just wandered around aimlessly, here and there. Then I got your call and came here. That's it."

She answered while eating diligently. Hmm. Completely erased the memories and replaced them with something else. Makes sense—none of what she did today would be believable to Bora. Infiltrating a broadcasting station or some strange company as a spy? Chasing an innocent woman on her husband's behalf to find exonerating evidence? What wife would do that? Not to mention the betrayal and death in the prison. Of course it all had to be written off as never happening.

"So what's the good news?"

"You'll see when you look at this."

I played a video and turned the laptop toward her.

"Gotta dump that bastard quick if she wants to feel better, right?"

A woman stroked a man's face tenderly, full of affection.

"Thanks. For making such a tough decision for me."

The two in the video were sweetly sharing affection.

"What is this?"

Bora looked at me after watching, utterly baffled.

"That's the female employee who accused your husband of molestation. The guy's your colleague secretary, gunning for your husband's position. She's a married woman otherwise, and he's still single."

The expression on Bora's face was hard to describe.

"So she framed him to get a good position for the guy she likes?"

Anger! Disbelief! Her voice was thick with those emotions.

"The video shows... yeah, something like that."

I stopped the video there. Then I showed her a few photos. The woman and man from the video lying intimately together, and such.

"Ah..."

Even amid the relief of saving her husband, the complication in her eyes was probably because it reminded her of our relationship.

"I don't know how to use it best, but give it to your husband and he'll figure it out."

I handed her the USB with the video and photos.

"You really... did this?"

She took the memory stick but couldn't comprehend or believe it.