Chapter 2

Ivlik Wintermore made quite a few mistakes in his past life. The first of these was marrying her sister instead of the one he was strongly attracted to for the first time in his life.

So what happens is, even after his fake wife dies, he keeps hearing ‘brother-in-law’ from the other person. Even if he calls her by name instead of sister-in-law, all that comes out of her mouth is ‘brother-in-law.’

[Brother-in-law, there’s a show I want to see. It’s hard to get tickets.]
[What do you think of that man, brother-in-law?]
[I feel like I owe you too much, brother-in-law.]

That damn ‘brother-in-law’ talk.

At first, he was just satisfied with such a trivial connection. Fake family? So what?

At some point, whenever Cedine was mentioned at parties, someone there would always say, “Lieutenant Colonel Wintermore’s sister-in-law?” as if they knew. Ivlik liked being associated with Cedine even in that way.

Duke Crotsfield, who had acted as the adoptive father of the Liere sisters, completely lost his influence over the sisters after Karen’s death. This was because Ivlik repeatedly refused whenever the Duke tried to call for Cedine.

[My late wife wanted her sister to focus on her studies.]
[My late wife often expressed her wish for her sister to live a normal life.]

The ‘dead wife card’ that Ivlik pulled out was quite useful. It allowed him to solidify his image as a devoted husband while protecting Cedine.

Only Duke Crotsfield became a bit frustrated. He couldn’t grab the collar of a dead person, and he couldn’t ignore Ivlik’s wishes because the other’s influence was not to be taken lightly.

Anyway, that’s how Cedine came under Ivlik’s shadow.

Up to that point, it was all good.

Suddenly, Ivlik wondered if sisters-in-law in other families also consistently used the term ‘brother-in-law.’ After asking about a dozen people at parties he attended, the result was this:

They only do that in the beginning when they’re not familiar with each other, but later everyone calls each other by name.

“Isn’t it about time we called each other by name more comfortably?”

“By name?”

“Yes, my name. I heard that in other families, whether it’s a sister-in-law or whoever, it’s common to call each other by name.”

“Well, that’s the situation in other families, isn’t it?”

In a room like an interrogation chamber that would intimidate anyone, few could look straight into Ivlik Wintermore’s eyes and say they weren’t afraid of people.

It’s true that he fell for Cedine’s boldness and audacity. But sometimes Cedine needed to be a little afraid of Ivlik. If being afraid was difficult, she should at least not provoke him.

For instance, like this. There were times when Cedine felt Ivlik’s actions were not to her liking. At those times, Cedine called him “Lieutenant Colonel” instead of brother-in-law. With an expression that practically screamed, “I’m angry.”

When she stiffly added honorifics at the end of every sentence, saying “Yes, Lieutenant Colonel, Sir,” “No, Lieutenant Colonel, Sir,” “I understand, Lieutenant Colonel, Sir,” it slowly drove Ivlik Wintermore, famous for not showing emotions, up the wall. It was to the point where he wondered if she was doing it on purpose.

Like this, Cedine Liere was stubborn in strange ways. Despite having many unexpectedly careless sides, she never made a single mistake when it came to Ivlik’s name.

‘If you knew what I think in my head every time, you’d be appalled.’

Ivlik often imagined grabbing Cedine’s slender chin. Staring intently into Cedine Liere’s hazel eyes as she couldn’t move, and kissing her. After sucking on her lips as if to melt them, pushing his tongue in, he would taste the chocolate she had just eaten.

‘I imagine laying you down on the sofa as you struggle, asking what I’m doing. Tearing off the silk blouse you bought with the allowance I gave you, it would be so enjoyable to check what color underwear you’re wearing today. I would lick your cream-like br*asts and then go lower.’

After that, he planned to do what he had wanted to do to her since the moment he first saw Cedine through the special glass window of the training room. Lifting her skirt and thrusting his er*ect c*ck into her narrow p*ssy.

Cedine’s inner flesh would be hot, tight, and slippery. How terribly good would it feel with her love juices mixed with blood sticking thickly? Her voice, which had been shouting to stop, would gradually be tinged with ecstasy.

‘I wonder if you’d still call me brother-in-law then. If you cunningly call me Ivlik… I should whisper while tying your wrists with velvet ribbon. Call me brother-in-law again, Cedine. It seems like it would excite me more, I’d say.’

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Ivlik will never forget the moment when the trainee with soft, wavy light brown hair cascading over her shoulders walked into the dim training room.

He already knew what Cedine looked like from photos. If she were to be deployed in espionage operations later, she would receive instructions from superiors to use her beauty appropriately. She was that good-looking and had a good physique.

But black and white photos couldn’t fully capture Cedine’s unique atmosphere. Ivlik couldn’t take his eyes off Cedine as she slowly walked around the training room.

Hazel eyes mixed with the rashness of twenty and a boldness unlike a twenty-year-old, healthy skin, cheeks slightly flushed though it didn’t seem like she had applied blush, plump earlobes with no sign of piercings, well-shaped ankles, brown shoes with neatly tied laces.

The vitality Cedine Liere exuded was tremendous. She was someone who would fit better on a tennis court than in the dark training room of the Intelligence Bureau.

Her face bursting into laughter under the sunlight would be very pretty. Men would be eager to be on the same team as such a Cedine. Though Cedine herself would likely choose a partner with good sportsmanship rather than skill.

According to her official date of birth, Cedine had just turned twenty not long ago. By Ivlik’s original standards, she was closer to a girl than a woman. And Ivlik Wintermore was completely captivated by this ‘girl’ he had to train for 6 weeks.

It was probably when Cedine, who had been staring blankly at the special glass window, closed her eyes gently and approached as if to kiss. That’s when he decided he needed to know everything about Cedine.

He wanted to know all about what kind of thoughts she usually had, if she had any worries she couldn’t tell others, if she had any secrets she had to keep hidden until the day she died. He believed that if he saw her crumbling and trembling before him as he pushed her to her limits, even the momentary feelings he had for this young girl would disappear.

‘How strange.’

At the end of the second week of training, Ivlik thought as he looked at Cedine, her eyes red from holding back tears.

‘Why don’t I get tired of her?’

“Is it because of that stubbornness, still glaring at the instructor even when crying? I wish you’d point out what I should learn from the instructor’s words and actions right now, responding so precisely. Is it because I like that?” Whenever Ivlik’s sadism was about to cross the line, Cedine reminded him that this was, after all, training.

It’s training, so you should teach the student. Just telling me to endure unconditionally isn’t much help. That’s no different from proving your incompetence as an instructor.

Was it three days ago when Cedine said this? It was quite a fresh experience for Ivlik.

[The Intelligence Bureau requested you for special training instruction. If you didn’t want to teach sniveling youngsters, you should have refused then.]
[Are you blaming me now, Trainee Liere? Is it my fault that you’re weak?]
[I just want to learn. Even if I have to get beaten up in the process of learning, I still need to learn how to hit like you. That’s why I’m here. But if you just keep hitting without teaching me the method… Isn’t that a really inefficient way of teaching?]
[Now you’re trying to stand on top of the instructor’s head.]
[If I wanted to, I could step on any part of you, instructor.]

Ah, that provocation was incredible.

Cedine must have meant it as a statement about her proficiency in combat. But to Ivlik’s ears, who was er*ect under the table, it sounded different. An image of Cedine’s bare foot pressing firmly on his center flashed in his mind. He almost groaned, his throat vibrating.

Ivlik found himself unconsciously counting the remaining instruction time. 20 minutes left. 15 minutes break until the next trainee arrives. 35 minutes combined isn’t enough to thoroughly explore Cedine Liere’s body, but it should be enough for a taste.

‘Yes. Ten days is a long time to wait. I wanted to make her spread her legs right at our first meeting, but ten days is…’

Ivlik came back to reality. While recalling the memory from three days ago, his body had once again prepared itself to enter Cedine at any moment. The button on his uniform pants was about to burst.

“Trainee Liere.”