The Prosecutor’s Office’s Proposal Chapter 183

With a warning, his penis exited my thoroughly loosened inner walls, leaving a slick sensation behind. My lips parted on their own and my head tilted back, but I managed to tighten the lower part of my body. My excited center tried to open as if by reflex to suck at his organ, but I held it back somehow.

Prosecutor Joo carried me back to the sofa where the bathrobe was strewn about. It seemed he intended to use the white robe like a mat. The back of my head hit the plush armrest of the sofa, and my back and buttocks followed, settling down one after another. He pressed down on the backs of my calves, folding my body almost in half, and crammed me into the corner of the sofa.

Feeling flustered, I barely managed to make eye contact through my knees, but my already hardened organ was already touching the space between my buttocks, which were lifted into the air. Since this was the second time, he didn’t give me any special warning and thrust his glans in all at once.

“Ah! Ah….”

The sensation of my inner walls trembling and clinging to his organ was transmitted to me clearly. I grabbed his thick wrists, which were pressing down on my calves, with my trembling fingers.

“You’re sucking… as if you’re licking it….”

His well-defined brows furrowed slightly, and Prosecutor Joo began to thrust, as if he were hammering his penis from top to bottom. At an angle. It was an angle that stimulated a completely different spot than before.

Perhaps because my insides were completely relaxed, he entered too deeply. This time, I felt him thumping against my belly, so I struggled without realizing it, but I could not overcome the weight Prosecutor Joo was pressing down with from above. All I could do was cling to his wrists, look up at his face, and accept the pleasure that was crashing into me, but his waist movements were so rough that I couldn’t digest it at all. My lips, which were letting out moans, began to get damp with saliva.

“Hnnng, mm, ah!”

Even though my body was folded, I could see my bobbing stomach so explicitly that I lifted my eyes again. Because of the violent movements, the wide sofa couldn’t withstand both of our weights and began to creak. The sound of our flesh colliding became so fierce that even the black sea outside the window couldn’t carry the sound of the waves to my ears anymore.

“Hnn, uh… please, a, a little gently….”

“Sorry. I meant to let you win if I could, but… I can’t when we’re having sex.”

“…Hik, mm… j, just a little….”

Because of the pounding, thrusting movements from above, my voice trembled, but looking at the expression on Prosecutor Joo, who was completely absorbed, I didn’t think I would be able to stop easily. He was a person whose eyes were always cool like the light of a fluorescent lamp, but sometimes, when he kissed or had sex, his focused eyes would become as hot as if they were melting. Just like the sun. Now was one of those times.

I couldn’t stop him as he frantically swayed his hips from above, nor could I control my own body, which was spasming from the pleasure of every thrust. The thick shaft, rubbing against my inner walls made slick with semen, seemed to inject frictional heat into my entire body; my own member, swollen as if about to ejaculate, dangled in the air. Every time his organ struck my G-spot, a red heat spread across my skin.

Prosecutor Joo’s hand swept softly up my calves, gripped my toes—which were curled into white knuckles—and brought his tongue to the soles of my feet. A hot, wet piece of flesh swept up my smooth skin.

“…Hnn… ah….”

His tongue passed over the soles of my feet and heels, coming down to the back of my calves. I endured the violent movements of his penis, which felt as if it were mashing my inner walls, while simultaneously feeling the rich, soft sexual pleasure his tongue offered. Funnily enough, at some point, I couldn’t perceive the pain in my body, which was crumpled onto the sofa, at all.

I reached out and pressed my hands firmly against his torso. I grabbed and clung to whatever I could hold—his arms, his thighs.

It was my limit. I lost count of how many times I had ejaculated today alone.

Staring at the massive pillar cutting heavily through the crack of my buttocks, I couldn’t even think to swallow my saliva; I was just moaning, and in the end, I began to discharge semen without even being able to tell Prosecutor Joo.

“Ah, hnnng… hik….”

“Ha… I know you feel it well. Already?”

His voice asking that made me even more embarrassed. I tried to put strength into my lower body, but due to the long session of sex, I couldn’t control my muscles at all, and it was even more impossible to stop an ejaculation that had already begun.

Thin semen dripped onto my stomach. As his body collided with mine violently, even my face was splashed with drops of the white liquid. My convulsing body was completely trapped between Prosecutor Joo’s solid frame and the sofa.

“Hnn….”

Only after all the semen had poured out did Prosecutor Joo put his hand into my folded body. His large palm gripped my damp member as if to envelop it entirely. His solid palm and my limp organ began to rub against each other slickly.

I didn’t understand why he was giving me a handjob only now, when I had already ejaculated. Besides, since he was still thrusting into me from below, it was too much to be stimulated in the front as well.

In the end, not long after he rubbed me, a raw yet familiar sensation began to wash over me like a second wave. Surprised, I tried to grab his forearms with both hands to pull them away and pushed at his shoulders, but Prosecutor Joo didn’t budge. He wasn’t a wall, yet he didn’t move.

With no other choice, I slapped his thick forearms and struggled, telling him to let go. Prosecutor Joo still didn’t budge, colliding with my lower body and continuing to thrust that thick pillar into me. I couldn’t stand the subtle difference in sensation: the roughness when he entered, the way he would press deeply into the spots that felt good, and then pull out smoothly.

I begged him to stop, and eventually, tears fell. His inquisitive black eyes looked down at my face, which was covered in tears.

“What’s wrong.”

“Haaat, mm… le, let me go… Prosecutor….”

“You have to, hnn, tell me the reason for me to listen.”

“…Please… ah… hik… wa… wait a second….”

The weight that had been pressing down on me was finally lifted. His fully engorged penis was still piercing my body, but at this level, I could escape. I pulled my body back as if fleeing, pulling his member, which had been buried deep inside, out. His organ, caught on the junction, slid out with a wet, squelching sound. The moment I tried to lift my body toward the bathroom, Prosecutor Joo pressed me back down and mounted me from behind.

“Ah!”

Because of the difference in raw strength, I was easily overpowered. His thick legs, covered in solid muscle, gripped and pressed down on the backs of my thighs and calves. The moment I tried to turn my head, a humid breath brushed against my ear. Being sensitive in my ears, I couldn’t even move properly; I just tilted my head back out of habit and trembled all over. The firm instruction he uttered flowed in along with his wet breath.

“Just cum.”

The implication that he knew everything was obvious.

Did he know why I was trying to escape?

The sensation of my earlobes, already hot, flushing bright red was sharp.

With both legs forcibly held together, I lay flat on the shower robe strewn across the sofa. I tried to resist by tapping the sofa with the tops of my feet, but his solid member easily invaded my slackened center. It was a mistake to try to run away recklessly. With my legs pressed tightly together and my half-hardened member rubbing against the shower robe, the stimulation was even more intense than before.

“Hik, hnn….”

I couldn’t bring myself to say I felt the urge to urinate, so I bit my lower lip. Prosecutor Joo gripped both my shoulders with his hands and pressed down, putting his weight on me so I couldn’t move, and then began to move his hips again from behind. The urge to urinate reached its limit in an instant. I scratched the sofa leather I couldn’t even grasp with my fingertips and let out cries in a daze.

“…Ah, ah… hnnng….”

“Chaeha.”

His voice, gentle as never before, called my name and added:

“Just do it. You won’t be able to hold it anyway.”

Sweet temptation flowed from between his teeth as he nibbled on my flushed earlobe. Saying that I wouldn’t be able to hold it meant that I could do it whenever I wanted.

My buttocks were unbearably sore, as if they weren’t my own flesh. From my lower half, where I had ejaculated many times today, an indescribable sensation rippled. The more I felt it, the more it resembled the urge to urinate, yet it was somehow different.

“Hnn… hnnng, huff… to the, bathroom….”

“I can’t do that.”

Every time he thrust from behind, my member was rubbed and pressed against the bathrobe. That, too, provided complete stimulation, and my vision began to flicker and turn white. The saliva I hadn’t managed to swallow flowed down, leaving round, wet marks on the robe.