The Prosecutor’s Office’s Proposal Chapter 203

Prosecutor Joo devoured me without restraint, kissing me while licking my rounded shoulder blades and the nape of my neck. I couldn’t even keep my mouth closed; I was screaming in pleasure. I couldn’t release the heat surging through my body any other way than by letting out moans, as I was finding it difficult to resolve my sexual urges.

Prosecutor Joo, tireless, drove his member into me as if he were going to break my body apart.

“Heuk, uuuung… Ah!”

“Ha….”

“St-stop… Ah…. No….”

“Why? Does it hurt?”

“…Uung, that’s not it… It’s just… because it feels so good…. And I feel like I’m going to… hut… come again….”

The moment I blurted that out, Prosecutor Joo grabbed my messy hair. He pulled hard, then released, then gripped it painfully as if to pull it again, repeating this over and over. It was a touch that seemed to be restraining itself. In the past, he would have grabbed my hair and done as he pleased, but now, out of consideration for me, he didn’t act excessively rough.

He leaned his body toward me.

“Don’t stimulate me with your words. Ha… do you have any idea how hard it is to restrain myself this much when you’re crying beneath me like that?”

“No, the stimulation is… heuut, ah, no, ah….”

“Get on all fours. Your expression is doing things to me; I can’t handle it anymore.”

Joo Taeson slowly pulled out his member, which was slick with oil, and made me get on all fours, as my legs were shaking too much to move properly. Because of the handcuffs, I could barely lift my hips while kneeling. Before Prosecutor Joo could insert himself again, I gathered my courage and spoke.

“I’d like it if you… untied my hands.”

“Are you feeling stifled? You seem to like it.”

“If not that, then maybe behind my waist instead…. When you tie them like this, Mr. Taeson, you can’t touch me at all.”

I grumbled in a small voice. He, who had been silent behind my back for a moment, took a deep breath, exhaled, found the key on the nightstand, and clink—unlocked the handcuffs.

“…Then wear them on your ankles.”

“Yes.”

As I obediently placed my ankles side-by-side, he stopped mid-action and sighed again. Wondering why, I turned my head slightly to look back and saw his brow furrowed tightly. His expression was much more serious than usual.

“I feel sorry because you’re being so compliant.”

“You can’t stand it when I don’t act compliant, though. You have a strong need for control, don’t you?”

“That may be, but… when you act so docile, I feel like I’m doing something I shouldn’t to a child.”

“We aren’t that far apart in age, to call me a child. It’s to the point where calling you hyung feels natural.”

“You said it was weird to call me hyung.”

“That’s only because other people would think it’s weird given our status as a prosecutor and an investigator.”

“You talk back quite well when I’m not inside you. Don’t you think?”

“…Please, don’t say things like that.”

Because I had answered him back, eyes squinting, it seemed Joo Taeson had quickly lost the guilt he felt toward me. Twirling the unlocked handcuffs, he examined my body, which was drenched in oil and sweat, from top to bottom. Then, seeming to change his mind, instead of binding my two feet together, he pulled my left hand toward him. He then handcuffed my left wrist and left ankle. Being bound like this was even more uncomfortable.

“Touch my body with your remaining hand.”

“That is, ah!”

Before I could even finish my sentence, his massive member thrust into my backside, which had been thoroughly loosened and was now limp. Because it pressed directly against my sensitive spot all at once, my hips shivered violently, and the semen I had been barely holding back spilled out.

“Hut, heuk….”

As I curled my body, not knowing what to do, his firm palm slowly stroked down my back and found my right hand, which was lying limply on the sheets, and gripped it.

“Hold my hand. And stop sucking so hard.”

“Eut….”

“I’m just now trying to get started properly.”

To think he would call it the “start” after having already been thrusting inside me for so long—a feeling of resentment surged. It was my fault for believing again that he would let me come once and finish quickly.

Prosecutor Joo kept pressing and rubbing the sensitive spot I was weak for. My thighs were tingling so much I felt like my body would collapse, but because my wrist and ankle were bound together, I had to force myself to keep my hips raised so they wouldn’t sag. If I didn’t, the handcuffs would go taut, causing pain in my wrist and ankle.

Holding Prosecutor Joo’s hand behind my back and keeping my hips as high as I could, he slapped my flesh lightly and let out a moan.

“Ha…, you’re enduring well, keeping your hips up more than usual. I should use these handcuffs more often.”

“Uung, eut… heuk….”

With his free hand, he grabbed one of my buttocks and spread it. Even without looking back, I could vividly picture him admiring the way the entrance widened as he thrust his member inside. I curled my body in embarrassment, but as expected, because of the handcuffs, I had no choice but to keep my hips raised properly.

I tried to endure it, but I couldn’t stop the junction where we were joined from trembling. It was so intense that even I could feel it nakedly.

It was a bad sign for me. And a delightful thing for Prosecutor Joo.

“It looks like you’re going to leak fluid. Should I put a bathrobe underneath?”

I shook my head to deny it, but Joo Taeson seemed to think it was a given that I would leak fluid. I had already ejaculated several times, and my body’s reactions were ominous. He pulled the bathrobe that had been hanging precariously off the edge of the bed and laid it underneath me.

Then, putting strength into our clasped hands, he thrust upward more roughly. Every time his member struck the flesh that was driving me crazy, the area where we were joined would tremble violently, greedily sucking on his. Why is my body so weak against Joo Taeson?

Before I knew it, my lips were moaning like a madman, and the sound of the handcuffs clattering—clink, clink—rang out incessantly. Because of the oil, our skin stuck and pulled away with smacking sounds. The saliva I couldn’t keep from drooling as I couldn’t close my mouth soaked the sheets into a mess.

I couldn’t come to a climax in this state. It seemed I had developed this bad habit by relying on him laying down a robe or towel every time.

I endured the sensation of coming, over and over. I held it in until I wanted to scream, until my skin was flushed bright red. If I ejaculated while he wasn’t thrusting, my body might just react normally. I prayed for Prosecutor Joo to be the one to finish first.

But no matter how much I endured, Joo Taeson wouldn’t bring it to an end, so in the end, I shook his hand that I was holding and pleaded.

“Ah, hut, ung… stop, heuk…. Please… make me come…. Stop… uung….”

“Ha…, why are you doing this all of a sudden?”

Every time his thighs crashed violently against my body, something threatened to leak out from the front.

“Uung… fluid, because I don’t want to…. Hut, ah….”

“Chaeha, it’s not like you’ve only leaked fluid once or twice. Hmm? Just let it go now.”

Why doesn’t Joo Taeson know? That his calm reaction drives me even more insane. Or does he know, and he answers that way on purpose?

If he just stimulated me a little less, I think I could ejaculate normally. But he never backs off that little bit.

Even though he grants almost everything else I ask when we have sex. I can’t understand why he never allows me this one thing—to feel a little less pleasure.

In the end, I gave up on convincing him, squeezed my eyes shut, and focused on controlling my body while letting out cries. I shivered and tried not to like it at the touch of his hand striking my wet buttocks. All the while, his member kept widening my inner walls, pressing deeply into my sensitive area and probing persistently.

“Euk, heuk….”

I hadn’t said anything or expressed myself, but Prosecutor Joo let go of the hand he was holding and gripped my own member, which was swinging, already erect. At that moment, the fluid began to pour out as if a dam had burst.

“No… stop… hut, uung….”

But I couldn’t put any strength into my front side at all. Nor in my hips or thighs.

The fluid I couldn’t control soaked his palm completely, and because the amount was so great, it couldn’t be contained in his hand and started streaming down. It even splattered onto the front of my thighs. Perhaps even onto his legs, too.

My whole body flushed red with shame.

If only he would just finish for me, even now.

As if he knew my heart, which I couldn’t put into words, Prosecutor Joo thrust his member into the very deepest part. To the place where it felt like my stomach was bulging. Finally, my semen began to pour out. My insides fluttered on their own. No, in truth, my entire body was trembling, focusing solely on feeling him. That one corner of my mind was a separate issue from knowing shame.

“Uuuung… ah….”

Moans from my lips, fluid from below—they poured out uncontrollably. I absolutely could not hold it back.