In a room designed with traditional aesthetics, Jeonsa was on the bed holding another woman with chestnut hair in her arms. With Jeonsa's left arm supporting the woman around her waist while the other grasped her in between her thighs, Jeonsa nibbled on the woman's nip as she screamed in pleasure through her gag.

Plunging her fingers deep inside the woman that transformed into a rubber phallus midway, Jeonsa held the woman firmly, stopping her from spasming despite her tied limbs. Her eyes never left the woman's face covered with a damp blindfold as her drool escaped from the corners of her mouth. Feeling the woman tightening up in her arms, Jeonsa pulled her phallus-transformed fingers out of the woman before pushing her down, eliciting a surprised and disappointed moan from her.

"Relax~ It's far from over."

Jeonsa coyly encouraged as her lips traveled from the woman's neck, then in between her collar bone before it landed on the woman's mounds. After a few seconds of teasing her nipples, Jeonsa's lips went south, leaving a trail of hickeys and saliva before finally landing at the slick flower dripping wet from their earlier interaction.

Jeonsa could feel the tremble from the woman's thighs, motivating her to continue blowing the woman's mind as a malicious grin appeared on Jeonsa's lips. Caressing the woman's body, tracing the rope marks that embedded themselves on her pale pinkish skin, Jeonsa could hear the light moans the woman cries as a response to her touch. It had always fascinated Jeonsa how receptive her partner is during their activities but stiff whenever they're in public.

Not wanting to make the alluring woman below her wait any longer, Jeonsa dived down between her legs, her breath touching the woman's clit that caused her to undergo another orgasm.

Gazing at the shining pearl in front of her, Jeonsa reached out using her tongue and tasted her tantalizing button. The woman's back arched, and her toes curled as she felt another wave of pleasure wash over her body. Her deprived senses and movement only increased her sensitivity in which Jeonsa thoroughly took to her advantage.

After cumming for the nth time of the night because of Jeonsa's rigorous invasion and nibbling, the woman lay on the bed - sweating and exhausted. Jeonsa gently removed the woman's restrictions as if afraid of making her uncomfortable before placing a soft kiss on the woman's cheek. Before Jeonsa could head to the bathroom, she felt a light tug on her hand. Looking back, she saw the girl's wet, bright blue eyes that gazed back at her with longing.

With a small smile, Jeonsa placed another kiss on the girl's forehead as well as her hand and warmly responded.

"I'll prepare the bath first, and then we can sleep, yeah?"

"Mm."

"Take a nap first. I'll wake you up."

"Mm."

After a short yet tender kiss on the lips, Jeonsa left for the bathroom and prepared the bath. After a few minutes of preparation, Jeonsa went back to the room and spotted the napping woman on the bed with the blanket barely covering her bare body. She approached the bed and sat on the edge, gently shaking the woman on the shoulder to wake her up.

"Ha Eun, wake up. The bath's ready."

". . . Mm. . . Already?"

"Yeah, come on, let me take care of you."

"Carry me~."

"Haha, you're only spoiled when we're alone."

"Why, do you want me to act spoiled to someone else?"

"No, you're mine."

"Mm, I'm all yours."

Jeonsa princess carried her partner while Ha Eun wrapped her arms around Jeonsa's neck and cuddled her head on her chest. With smiles on their faces, they entered the bathroom with the steam from the tub coloring the ceiling. She sat Ha Eun on the chair and began bathing her, gently slathering her with soap while leaving a trail of kisses here and there. After finally washing off the soap on her partner, Jeonsa princess carried the elated Ha Eun and dipped her in the tub before washing herself.

Ha Eun observed Jeonsa's bare body, tracing not only the scratch and bite marks she inflicted earlier but the scars and tattoos covering her body as well. She's always been curious as to how her partner got those wounds. Although she knew that Jeonsa had a powerful quirk, she wasn't a registered hero.

It's been half a year since they started officially dating, but Jeonsa still rarely shared anything about herself. Ha Eun never noticed how private her partner was despite being an open book. She would always share the most random stories like her banters with her twin brother, but not who he was. She could always ask Jeonsa for a straight answer, but Ha Eun couldn't bring herself to do so - fearing that Jeonsa's response would destroy their current fairytale-like relationship.

Getting nowhere in her downward spiraling thoughts, she let out a sigh that caught Jeonsa's attention.

"What's wrong? Is the water too hot?"

Hearing Jeonsa's voice beside her surprised Ha Eun that she waved her hands in front of her, her blush from embarrassment mixing with her pink skin caused by the steam.

"N-no! It's perfect. Come in, come in. I miss you~!"

"No one wants a clingy woman, Ha Eun."

"Are you coming in, or should I pull you in?"

Jeonsa willfully chuckled as she sat behind Ha Eun, wrapping her arms around her waist, and resting her chin on Ha Eun's shoulder. Ha Eun let out a pleasurable sigh and made herself comfortable upon feeling her partner's soft mounds on her back. With her eyes closed, Ha Eun drowned herself in this pleasant feeling of being in her partner's arms; she felt Jeonsa's hands slowly massaging her hips while listening her steady breathing.

They spent a couple more minutes in this blissful position before Jeonsa paused her massage and frowned. Ha Eun dazedly opened her eyes as she felt Jeonsa wake her before standing. She lazily rubbed her eyes while slumping forward, giving her partner some space to exit the tub.

While still dripping wet, Jeonsa went to her clothes on the other side of the room, leaving traces of wet footprints on the floor mats. Fishing out her phone from her clothes, Jeonsa opened her recent messages with her right as she sent her left to press something in her ear.

"Yeobo, is everything all right?"

"Hmm? Ah, yeah. Abuh-ji wants me to run a few errands for him."

". . . Do you have to go?"

Hearing her partner's sulken question, Jeonsa placed her phone back on the pile and turned to Ha Eun, who wore a pink bathrobe, and hugged her. Parting with her had always been the most challenging thing Jeonsa had to do whenever she had to run an 'errand.' Ha Eun is a religious girl. If she knew what things Jeonsa had to do in her 'errands,' she doubts Ha Eun would still look at her the same way.

"You know I would rather tie you on the bed and bury my face between your thighs than do some errands."

"Aigoo, you and your mouth!"

"Ow, hahaha! You still like me and my mouth, though."

"Shut up."

Tightening her embrace one last time, Jeonsa placed a kiss on Ha Eun's forehead and warmly looked at her straight in the eyes.

"The ointments are in the paper bag. I'll leave it here. I'm sorry I can't help you with it; Abuh-ji's errands are fairly important."

"I know, call me later?"

"Always."

"Mm."

Parting after one last tender kiss, Ha Eun returned to the bathroom while Jeonsa began clothing herself after drying. Jeonsa peeked inside the bathroom to check up on her partner before leaving. Seeing that Ha Eun is peacefully relaxing in the tub, Jeonsa cracked a doting smile and slung her backpack over her shoulder before leaving the room.

'I should reserve the weekend and bring her somewhere nice. Gyeongju should be nice this time of year.'

Jeonsa left her partner's house with a smile on her face. She then dialed for her brother and let it ring as she sat on her black and red Harley Davidson bike, waiting for Gun-in to answer before driving off to her next assignment.

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[What?]

"Don't 'what' me. I got your message. This errand better be important, or else I swear I will burn down your lab."

[Bishop Do-Yun just got off the phone with someone. The other line told the bishop to move Ha-Eun's application, most likely to use her against you.]

"What?! I thought you wiped my information from all networks after Gongju-nim woke up?"

[I thought so too, but it seems they have some secret network that even I don't know.]

"Tsk. Send me his location."

[Already in your mobile. Be careful, Ja-mae. If they have some means to bypass my network undetected, they could have some hidden trump cards.]

"But you always have my back, don't you, Hyung-jae?"

[Haha, you know it. I sent you another location. You can snipe the bishop from there.]

"Snipe?"

[You just spent your entire weekend with Ha-Eun. I doubt you have enough energy to prolong any confrontation.]

"I'll eat some energy bars before doing anything, don't worry."

[Don't forget your disguise and take care.]

"Always. Say hi to Gongju-nim for me."

[I will, later.]

After hearing a click, Jeonsa parked her bike at the side and pulled out her phone to check the sent location and the details of her next mark. Seeing that the sniping location was close, she placed her phone back in her pocket before driving to the nearest parking building.

Parking her bike in the more inconspicuous corner of the building's third level, Jeonsa changed her clothes from her plated grey shirt and brown pants into a dark blue sports bra, black leggings and paired it with a black, open, zip-up sweater and grey ballcap. Her platinum blond hair turned into dark red as she wore a mask while walking out of the building.

Walking for a few more minutes, she arrived at the designated location and headed to the rooftop by climbing through the emergency exit. Pulling out her phone upon arrival, she headed towards the edge of the building facing a smaller church around 3 km away.

Taking a relatively clean spot to sit on, she pulled out some energy bars from her back and started eating them while reading her target's detailed information on her phone. Confirming the report, Jeonsa transformed her right hand into a set of binoculars and looked for the bishop in the church. After spotting her mark, she gobbled down her energy bar as she retracted her binoculars. She then pulled out a small box and took out a contact lens and wore it. Gun-in made the lense that serves as a camera directly connected to his specific computer and gives him a live feed on what she's seeing.

Calling her brother once more, Jeonsa turned her hand into a set of binoculars and observed the church from afar.

[Yeah?]

"Hyung-jae, I'm here. Check my lens."

[Wait. Yeah, I see the bishop - the one with a gold stole around the shoulders.]

Not sparing any moment, Jeonsa transformed both her hands into a Barrette .50 Cal-American, laid on her belly, and aimed at the bishop.

"I'll take him out."

[Wait.]

"Why?"

[There are kids in the vicinity.]

"Pull them out."

[How?]

"I don't know. You're the smart one."

[Tsk, wait. I'll see what I can do, but if I can't, wait until they're gone before you pull the trigger.]

"Fine."

About half an hour later, the vending machines inside the church suddenly went wild - spitting out their contents that gathered the attention of everyone inside. Seeing the sudden decrease of people around the bishop's building, Jeonsa cracks a wide grin as she rests her cheek on the butt of her rifle.

"Not bad for a virgin."

[Just shut up and shoot, sexual deviant.]

Jeonsa chuckled as she looked at Do-Yun through the scope, who was busy delegating tasks to his subordinates and locked on his forehead. Once the civilians left, Jeonsa asked one last time for confirmation and pulled the trigger unhesitantly. The bullet broke through the glass - creating web-like cracks all over the plane - and passed through Do-Yun's temple in one swift motion before falling like a puppet deprived of its strings.

Jeonsa let out a sigh, retracted her rifle, and sat up. It always took her a lot of energy to create something as powerful as a Barretta .50, especially after not having proper rest because of her rendezvous with Ha Eun. Pulling her bag closer to her, she sat in a comfortable position before eating her remaining power bars and energy drinks one by one. Just as she was about to finish drinking her last bottle, an invisible force punched her across the face, causing her to spit her drink and drop her bottle while aggressively coughing.

"What the fuck?!"

[What happened?!]

"Something punched me out of nowhere!"

[What?!]

Jeonsa immediately formed a makeshift metal mask using her cheeks to cover her face. Although the punch wasn't powerful to an unbelievable degree, it still caught Jeonsa off guard and dropped her food. Still feeling the invisible forces hitting her in multiple areas, Jeonsa created a fully plated armor before picking up her bag and attempted to run away - she saw no point in fighting an invisible enemy.

"Fucking do something, you gynophobic virgin! The hits are getting annoying!"

[I am! My sensors aren't picking up anything!]

Jeonsa clicked her tongue and dashed towards the exit. Unfortunately, before she could grab the door handle, it swung open - almost hitting Jeonsa on the face. Barely dodging the opened door, Jeonsa backflipped and aimed a newly formed S&W .500 pistol from her hand to the intruder.

"Didn't think your kind would pull something like this out in the open. How brave."

'Tsk, I swear I will blow up Gun-in's lab if I survive.'

"And I would never have imagined that I would meet the infamous 'Templar Saint' in a backwater region."

In front of Jeonsa is a man wearing a white tunic with a gold cross design. He had a short scabbard tied on his lower back and gold pants. The Templar Saint had messy short silver hair and black with white trim headphones around his neck. He had deep bags under his eyes that indicated he barely had any sleep recently. Jeonsa continued to curse her brother internally while having her pistol still aimed at him.

[That's the Templar Saint?! My network didn't notice him! Shit! Ja-mae, I'm sorry. I didn't think the templar knights would be there. I'll send you some schematics to use against him. Don't worry; I'll plot an escape route for you as soon as I can.]

Jeonsa was internally relieved when she heard Gun-in's reassurance in her earpiece. Although she is not in the position to use her phone, nor is her contact lens compatible for a two-way input, Jeonsa is sure that her twin brother will figure something out - he's never failed to pull through situations like these, after all. Smiling underneath her mask, Jeonsa settled in buying time while ignoring the increasing invisible attacks against her armored body and her decreasing energy.

"I doubt the place where the notorious assassin 'Chameleon' is considered as a backwater."

"Doesn't the church consider anywhere outside the holy capital backwater?"

"Is that why you began taking clergymen as marks?"

"Money determined them as expensive marks. Even righteous assassins like me still need to make a living. What did those bishops do to have such high prizes over their heads?"

"You act as if you don't know that this is the Bam family's doing."

Jeonsa chuckled before shooting at her opponent, which an invisible force blocked her bullets.

'Tsk. I guessed physical bullets don't hurt them, but it's still infuriating to be proven right. Killing the puppet master should do the trick, right?'

"Sorry, even though I kill for a living, I still have the decency to value client confidentiality. Though don't you talk to spirits? You should know a thing or two about who my customers are, right? On that note, shouldn't you be thanking me?"

Understanding that her favorite pistol wouldn't harm her enemy, she turned her arm into a blade and rushed towards the templar. Increasing her awareness of the changes in her surroundings, she would barely dodge the incoming invisible attacks without changing her expression.

"Thank you?"

"Yeah, because of me, you have more spirits to do your bidding."

Jeonsa swung her blade vertically, which the templar dodged by jumping back. Not wanting to let him get any breathing room, Jeonsa followed up with a flurry of attacks that were either blocked or avoided by the templar.

She always thought she was strong. It wasn't every day that a person would be born with such a versatile quirk like hers and her brother's. She knew that she would be better than most heroes in Korea, but it was the first time Jeonsa realized how outclassed she was against the Templar Saint. He was toying with her, and they both knew it. Jeonsa - as she is now - is no match for the current Templar Saint.

"Haa. . . It's because of people like you that I rarely get some sleep."

All of a sudden, the attacks that were only annoying at first suddenly intensified. With a grunt, Jeonsa immediately switched back to her pistol and shot twice at the Templar Saint before putting up her arms to guard her face and upper body, hardening her armor at the same time. Because of the continuous attacks, Jeonsa was slowly being pushed back to the edge of the building. She was starting to get impatient while calculating how much energy she would have to expend to survive jumping off the building when her infuriating twin brother spoke.

[Billboard at 10 o'clock. 3 seconds.]

As if in a practiced manner, Jeonsa transformed her eyes as camera lenses and captured the series of blueprints advertised on a billboard in the distance. Although it only flashed for a few seconds, it was enough for Jeonsa to understand the gist of the weapon Gun-in wants her to make. With a satisfied smile, Jeonsa glared at the templar in front of her with renewed vigor.

"Shall I help you permanently rest then?"

Jeonsa offered with a wide grin that reflected on her mask. In mere seconds, her armor-covered arms suddenly transformed into proton cannons and aimed them at the Templar Saint. The templar tilted his head in confusion for a moment before Jeonsa shot her newly created weapons with excitement.

The templar thought that Jeonsa switching weapons was a futile effort. No armaments could go against something omnipotent like ghosts. This line of thought was precisely the reason why he was a second too late in defending that it took him the loss of two spirits before reacting. The Templar Saint unsheathed his sword with widened eyes as he defended against the attack.

While he was still distracted at the sudden 'death' of two spirits, Jeonsa took this opportunity to risk it all and create a proton bomb with her blood and bits of flesh on her arms before throwing it to the templar. With her vision starting to blurry, she stumbled back to the edge of the building, trying her best to capture the image of a flustered Templar Saint as he tried to run away from the bomb.

"Hey, Hyung-jae. . . Pick me up. . ."

Jeonsa cracked a satisfied smile as she allowed her body to fall from the building because of the explosion. Her hair slowly turned back to platinum blonde as her armor-covered body formed cracks here and there. Blood traced the corners of her lips and eyes while her blood-covered arms weakly flailed to the side, but she couldn't care less about appearances right now. Either way, her twin would tie up any loose ends - he was reliable that way.

[I'm here.]

His brother's voice echoed from her earpiece and in her surroundings. Jeonsa was already too weak to open her eyes to check, but she didn't have to anymore as she felt the familiar warmth of someone she had spent most of her life with since childhood. With a weak smile, Jeonsa attempted to quip one last time. Gun-in, who carried her twin like a princess, cut her off by pressing a metallic finger against her lips.

"Shut up. I'm not in any shape to listen to your nonsense either. I overclocked twice to send you the schematics and get here on time."

Despite having her eyes closed, she could feel her brother carrying her and letting her sit in a car. Once inside, she finally let go of her guard and consciousness, allowing her body to morph back into its original state as she drifted off to sleep.

Gun-in sat on the driver's seat and glanced at his unconscious twin covered with blood, bruises, and open wounds. He let out a sigh as he pulled out his laptop from the back seat and started controlling the media to erase any traces of them being there in the first place. He then tossed his computer back behind him and opened the lids on his fingers, retracting the nanobots surrounding their car that served as a form of cloaking device. Regaining some strength after having his nanobots back, he began to drive back home as fast yet quietly as possible.

"You did good, Ja-mae. I'm proud of you."