As an investigator who entered into a fake marriage with my target to complete my mission, I was tormented by guilt towards my real husband, but I had to continue to watch over him as his wife until the day he made a big move. A year later, there was no sign of the target moving, and the days were so peaceful that I wondered if he was really a spy. Even though it was a mission, in our long married life, I found myself becoming addicted to rough sex with my target. Then, one day, an unexpected situation exposed my identity...