The Prosecutor’s Office’s Proposal Chapter 201

“I’ll buy it for you.”

“If I drive a Mercedes with my salary, people will whisper behind my back.”

“You said you didn’t want me to buy you a cheaper car either, not just a Mercedes.”

“Just having the housing issue resolved is enough for me.”

“Even if it’s not a Mercedes, it needs a decent amount of length in the front and back for me to feel at ease letting you drive. I absolutely cannot let you drive alone.”

“You’re attacking every compact car driver in the world.”

“I’m attacking the person who refuses to take it when I say I’ll buy it. Can’t be helped, I suppose. I’ll just have to keep escorting you. Go on ahead.”

“Okay.”

“Tell me, do you secretly enjoy this?”

“You caught me.”

Watching me smile as I got into the car, he shook his head playfully.

I had said it purely as a joke. But as I watched the Mercedes following me the entire way to the apartment, moving along with every blinker I turned on, I thought that perhaps Prosecutor Joo’s words might be true. I know that I have the ability to handle everything on my own, but that doesn’t mean I dislike Joo Taeson’s care. To be more honest, I was grateful for the existence of someone who paid attention to me and for the shelter that protected me.

Joo Taeson was someone who could always be described as looking after Lee Chaeha. Even at the office, his gaze, his fingertips, and every nerve in his body were directed at me all day long. I know. Even when I was working, I was always reading his signals, too.

Because we were connected, I was no longer alone on this round earth. Even in the moments I sat alone in the driver’s seat for my commute.

The apartment I hadn’t visited in a long time was exactly the same. His younger brother, Joo Wooseon, stopped by occasionally, and his aunt, who lived in the same apartment building, also looked after the place, so if not for the cold air flowing through the room, it would have felt like a space where someone lived normally.

I washed up lightly and hadn’t even made it to the bed before he caught me in front of the bathroom door. Joo Taeson had no intention of postponing the kiss we couldn’t finish at the prosecutor’s office. He had washed first and was wearing a bathrobe, while I was still completely bare, wearing nothing at all. With his large hand supporting my back, I grabbed onto his bathrobe as if clinging to him and opened my lips. Because of the height difference, my head tilted back as if it were falling.

“Ah….”

The movement of the tongue probing into my mouth felt soft yet rough. It tangled smoothly, then pulled away with a wet sound; the acts of grazing my lips and teeth in between were gentle, but in the sense that he didn’t give me a moment to breathe, it was intense. Short breaths welled up, and my rounded shoulders rose higher and higher, but breathing was only permitted for a fleeting moment. Though he was a patient man, whenever he had me in front of him, Joo Taeson acted as if he could no longer use a shred of patience.

Unable to withstand the weight of his body, I stepped back little by little until my back hit the wall. He gripped both my wrists with one hand as if binding them and pushed them upward, while the other hand slowly stroked my side. The sensation of him smoothing over my skin so gently—it was hard to believe he was a man who wouldn’t even give me a moment to breathe—made the fine hairs on my body stand on end. His firm palm slid down to my chest, which was heaving with breathless gasps.

The tongues that had been tangled for a long time finally pulled apart, seemingly with regret.

“Your heart is beating so fast.”

“Hut, ha… ah….”

I gasped for air with the lips that had just been released. The moment I was barely able to speak, this time his tongue licked hotly over my neck. A groan leaked out instead of words.

“Uung… hut…. It’s, difficult.”

“You don’t breathe properly when we have sex anyway. Because you’re crying and screaming.”

“Even so….”

“It’s just that you ran out of breath a little faster this time.”

His low voice whispered softly and secretly.

I obediently opened my lips to match him as he kissed me again, and kept pace with his lead. When I was too out of breath, I curled my stiffly spread fingers to find and grip his hand that was binding me. It was a signal to go easy. But whenever I gripped him with my weakened fingers, Joo Taeson seemed to get even more excited and drive me harder, so it only became more difficult to even perform the act of swallowing.

Joo Taeson’s palm, which had been checking my heartbeat the whole time, slid down to my lower abdomen. I hadn’t known my lower abdomen was trembling with such vibration. Only when his fingers arrived and gripped my wet, aroused member did I realize just how excited I was in this situation where I couldn’t breathe properly.

“This is why.”

“Uung….”

“I didn’t give you a moment to breathe properly.”

At the touch gripping my member tighter, my eyes closed and my wet lips parted.

“If you rub inside a little, I think I’ll come.”

“Yes, heuk… hut….”

Guided by his pulling touch, I managed to crawl onto the bed a few steps away. He found and held my wrists again, and while keeping my upper body pressed onto the bed, he inserted his fingers below. It was a much more considerate touch than I had expected.

As soon as two fingers carefully burrowed in and rubbed the inner wall, all ten of my fingers went rigid. I wanted to grab the sheets, but since I was being held by him, I couldn’t, and as I reached out into the empty air, semen began to leak out of my member in gushes.

“Ah… ah, uuuung….”

“Do you like it? Having your wrists bound, not being able to breathe?”

When I didn’t answer, his fingers pulled out of my backside early, and he slowly stroked down the back of my thighs. It was a foul to not touch me while I was ejaculating. Feeling desperate and impatient, I nodded quickly. I tried to calm my hips, which were squirming as I sought his fingers.

“Yes, yes, heuung, I like it, I like it, so….”

“Front, or back?”

“…”

“Chaeha.”

“…Back….”

Because of Joo Taeson, who only felt satisfied when he asked mischievous questions, my whole body turned bright red as soon as I answered.

His fingers came back in. Unlike a moment ago, he rubbed the inner wall roughly and moved his fingers. With the stimulation that had barely started again, the rest of the semen began to flow from my member, and I buried my wet lips into the sheets and let out sounds.

“Heuk, ah… I, like it….”

Every time Joo Taeson found and pressed the sensitive point with his fingertips, my mind went blank.

It was just the beginning, but the pleasure was surging to the point where I wanted to just collapse right here. To think I’d already ejaculated from just a few suffocating kisses and the movement of his fingers. Perhaps it was because of the kisses we’d secretly shared at the prosecutor’s office, holding our breath. Even though I had permitted him many times in my head while at the office, in reality, we hadn’t even been able to hold hands properly after that, having to go about our work.

Only after the strength finally left my fingers, which had been stretched taut, did Joo Taeson let me go. Licking my back, which had begun to sweat, he asked softly.

“If you like it that much, let’s do it with your hands tied. With handcuffs.”

“With, with handcuffs?”

“You always carry them in your bag. You don’t listen when I tell you to leave them behind, so I want to use them at times like this. How about it?”

“Handcuffs are, a bit…”

“I won’t hurt you.”

I weakened immediately at Joo Taeson’s gentle tone. The silence brought on by my hesitation soon became an affirmative answer.

While I was gripping the sheets and catching my breath, a cold metallic sound rang in my ears. I moved my head to the side and looked up at him with half-lidded eyes. Another composed face.

I felt a deeper sense of betrayal at his clean, tidy face than at the act of him bringing out handcuffs. Since I already knew for a fact that he was a pervert, it was surprising that he was only just now trying to use them.

Prosecutor Joo had me lie flat on the bed and stared down at me quietly, then tilted his head slightly to one side. The look of curiosity was evident.

“You’re unexpectedly compliant. I thought you’d insist that you couldn’t.”

“Hut, why. Does it feel awkward?”

“A little?”

“…Since I know you’re naturally this type anyway.”

“What kind of type is ‘this type’?”

“Pervert…?”

Unable to think of a comeback to my direct answer, Joo Taeson unexpectedly didn’t deny it. I kept rambling on.

“It’s just that we haven’t used handcuffs, but I’ve been tied up with neckties or ropes before, and sometimes used tools….”

Prosecutor Joo left me to my rambling and lowered his head to examine my body thoroughly. He stared intently at the traces of my ejaculation, touched my skin, and seemed to be debating where to attach the handcuffs. He soon lifted his head and looked down at me from above, as I had fallen silent at some point.

“Do you know that the more you say things like that, Chaeha, the more I want to make you cry?”

“…I don’t know.”