The Prosecutor’s Office’s Proposal Chapter 117

There had been several people so far whose hobby was enjoying my pain. If only he would say he had even a little affection for me, I could endure it better. Instead of revealing my inner thoughts, I chose to talk back as usual.

“…You know your taste is a bit twisted, right?”

“A bit? It’s very twisted. It seems Officer Lee is trying quite hard to view me in a good light.”

It was at least fortunate that he knew himself well.

Before going into the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of my body in the mirror. Both hips were swollen and red because he had hit them so much. My lips were torn and my eyelids were swollen, so my face was in the same messy state.

“I got bruises on my hips last week too…. And my lips get torn like this every week….”

Only after the sex was over did I let out the complaints I had been holding back, like a small, one-sided conversation. The fact that I couldn’t take any initiative was partly due to my body, which easily crumbled in front of Prosecutor Joo. It was more of a problem because I felt so much during the act that I couldn’t even speak properly.

Prosecutor Joo glanced at my hips and tapped them lightly again as he said,

“I went easy on you.”

It was a shameless reaction for someone who had enjoyed watching me struggle in his arms and had spanked me to his heart’s content.

The only fortunate thing was that Prosecutor Joo always checked my body after I finished showering. He checked the condition of my swollen hips and applied soft lotion. In truth, if he hadn’t taken care of me like this every time, my body wouldn’t have been able to endure such rough relations properly.

He stroked my hips carefully and said,

“You won’t get bruises this time.”

“So, please do it in moderation next time.”

“Still, it seems like you don’t really dislike getting hit. You don’t say ‘don’t do it’.”

“…I’m enduring it because it seems like you like the rough style, Prosecutor.”

“Then, should I be grateful?”

I hesitated a little before answering firmly.

“Yes.”

I thought I would be scolded, but he laughed briefly at my answer.

“If so, I should be grateful.”

Then, he lowered his head, pressed his lips to my forehead, the bridge of my nose, and around my eyelids, and gently stroked my cheeks. Warm body temperature was conveyed through the thin skin.

This kiss must contain a little bit of attraction toward me, right? Whether it be physical or mental. It seemed unlikely that there was anything beyond feelings limited to the former, but for me, there was no better way than to believe so.

I pressed my lips to his first. Thin skin met softly.

Ever since our first kiss, Prosecutor Joo always gave me gentle kisses whenever we weren’t having sex. Perhaps it was because I loved that contrast that I couldn’t refuse the rough sex—I felt that happy in the moments I kissed him.

I finally put on the pajamas I had brought to Prosecutor Joo’s house. His clothes were so big that I had to fold the sleeves and pants every time I borrowed them, but they slid down as soon as I moved, which was quite uncomfortable.

So, I had brought my own pajamas last week, but Prosecutor Joo seemed displeased for some reason. It was an incomprehensible reaction when I was just bringing my own clothes to wear.

I wore comfortable pajamas that fit my body perfectly and ate the dinner he had prepared. I had said I wanted to eat cheese tonkatsu, so he bought it himself and fried it until crispy, treating me to a generous meal.

By now, I had gotten used to eating at my own pace when eating alone with him. No longer did I check how much Prosecutor Joo had eaten. It was comfortable because he didn’t scold me much even if I ate little and left leftovers, allowing me to eat as much as I wanted. Of course, on days when I ate too little, I had to be prepared for a major lecture.

“You’re barely eating one piece of tonkatsu.”

“I’m full after eating one piece.”

“There’s no reward for frying it for you.”

He clipped at me lightly while cutting and eating the third piece he had taken. I let his nagging go in one ear and out the other.

Just then, Prosecutor Joo’s cell phone, which he had left on the dining table, vibrated loudly as it bumped against the surface. Prosecutor Joo took a sip of water and answered on speakerphone.

“Hello.”

— Yes, it’s me. Are you free to talk?

It was the voice of the National Forensic Service employee who had become familiar.

“It’s fine. Senior, are the results out?”

— Whose DNA is on that paper cup, anyway?

We hadn’t told his senior that it was Chief Tak’s paper cup. Since we were investigating a Chief Prosecutor, we had to be careful.

“It’s hard to tell you that, just tell me the result.”

— I compared it with the DNA found on the gloves. The result values overlap, but….

“And?”

— The paper cup is the glove’s father.

I gasped softly at the unexpected result. Prosecutor Joo was the same, his black pupils widening significantly. Our flustered gazes collided in the air. His refined lips slowly spat out the words.

“Are they father and son?”

— Yes, the glove found at the body abandonment scene belongs to the paper cup’s son. It looks like you caught the culprit who abandoned the body? You knew who the paper cup was, so you must have brought it. That person’s son is the culprit.

“…I’ll get the DNA again and contact you. Thank you, Senior.”

— Got it.

The call ended immediately. Suddenly, my appetite vanished, so I put down the spoon I was holding and moistened my throat with water.

“Does this mean Chief Tak dragged his son into abandoning the body?”

“…That can’t be.”

“You did say he had a son.”

“He’s a high school senior.”

Prosecutor Joo seemed dissatisfied with the result. I felt the same way; I couldn’t believe it either. Dragging his teenage son into abandoning a body? And a son born to another woman, at that.

He seemed to be deep in thought, wondering how to obtain the son’s DNA. I suggested a method frequently used by detectives.

“How about stalking the son and picking up something he threw away? If you’re worried about getting a warrant. It’s a bit tricky to get a warrant right now, so if we confirm the DNA with something he threw away first…”

“No, that’s not what I’m worried about.”

“Then what is it?”

Prosecutor Joo hesitated to answer. Deep concern rippled through his black eyes, and only after hesitating for a long while did he barely part his lips with a locked voice.

“…Whether I should remove Officer Lee from this at this point, that’s what I’m thinking.”

What on earth had I just heard?

It took me a while to understand his words.

The investigation was now in its final stages; removing me from it now was a breach of promise. The Oh Jahyeon case was no longer just Prosecutor Joo’s case. It was my case too, one I had been clinging to for months. Furthermore, it was a matter related to my dead father.

After persuading me when I didn’t want to, planting suspicions deep in my mind, and dragging me into it. Even giving me hope. And now, suddenly, he was trying to exclude me so easily.

My body reacted before I could feel any specific emotion. First, I lost my breath. My body temperature, which had barely climbed back to normal while being intimate with him, plummeted rapidly.

Every time I mistakenly thought I had returned to land, people made me realize that I hadn’t taken even a single step out of the deep sea. Prosecutor Joo was the same.

He seemed unable to guess my feelings at all and just focused on explaining.

“It’s too dangerous when even his child is involved. I don’t know what kind of reaction Chief Tak will have. If he finds out that I’m digging into the Noona case again from behind and even digging into his child, he won’t stay still, and he’ll go after Officer Lee first. You saw him reveal his true colors a few days ago, didn’t you?”

“I can’t let go.”

“Officer Lee.”

My voice trembled.

“Please don’t say it’s for my sake. You’re just deciding everything for your own comfort, Prosecutor. The President Kang Woosung case was committed by an acquaintance, which is why my father was framed as the culprit. But both Oh Jahyeon and Chief Tak were friends with President Kang Woosung. The Osong apartment case is the same. If Oh Jahyeon had visited or Chief Tak had presented his prosecutor’s badge, the late doctor grandmother could have opened the door willingly as much as she wanted. That explains why there are no signs of forced entry. If you investigate a little more, you might be able to find the culprit.”

Prosecutor Joo watched me pouring out my words in excitement, then let out a small sigh.

“I said it because I was worried. Don’t get excited for no reason.”

Even though it was sincere.

Those words came up to my throat, but I forced myself to swallow my food. If I talked more, we would only fight, and funnily enough, I didn’t want to ruin my relationship with Prosecutor Joo. More and more. Whether it was a superior-subordinate relationship or a sex partner relationship, I wanted it all to be whole.

We finished the rest of our meal in silence.