The Prosecutor’s Office’s Proposal Chapter 204

Prosecutor Joo remained inside me for a while even after finishing. He kept rubbing his own against my wet inner walls until the hardness had completely faded, and he licked my sweat-slicked back time and time again. A lingering, deep desire to do it all over again was imbued in his touch.

However, as promised, he pulled out his now-limp member without any further demands. It had only been one time for him, but because he had been inside me for so long, my underside couldn’t close properly, and the semen mixed with oil dripped stickily from the entrance.

“Heuut, could you… the handcuffs….”

“Ah, sorry. I meant to take them off right away.”

I heard an apology so compliant that it was hard to believe he was the same person who had kept them on throughout the entire sex session.

As soon as I was released from the handcuffs, I collapsed onto the sheets as I was. From now on, I should add a condition that I only ejaculate once or twice as well. I wanted to say it right away, but a feeling of powerlessness from having climaxed several times washed over me, and I couldn’t muster the strength to move my lips.

He left the room for a moment. Then, he brought back a towel dampened with warm water and wiped my body down. I wasn’t in the mood to receive aftercare, so with a sullen expression, I irritably swiped at the handcuffs that had been lying to the side. The handcuffs dangled off the edge of the bed as if they didn’t want to fall to the floor. I used my toes to push the wet bathrobe, ensuring it fell to the floor.

“What’s wrong? I kept my promise.”

“I’m not doing it on weekdays.”

“Even your tone is stiff.”

“You said you would only do it once.”

“I only did it once.”

“You know that includes the meaning of doing it briefly. It’s because you always make it end up like this.”

“Are you angry?”

“It’s not that, but….”

“Are you embarrassed because you leaked fluid?”

“…Obviously.”

“Why are you embarrassed when you’re so pretty, Lee Chaeha?”

There was no communicating with him. I managed to maintain an expressionless face and answered even more stiffly on purpose.

“I’m not pretty.”

“You are.”

“…”

“I’m saying you’re lovely, Lee Chaeha.”

“…Why are you like this?”

“Then should I lie and say you’re ugly? You said you liked honesty now.”

I was the type weak to praise. Even though I knew it was praise mixed with a fair amount of empty words, my mood had begun to melt away midway through. However, out of pride, I kept my mouth shut and continued to pretend I was still sulky.

But the observant Joo Taeson wasn’t fooled. Only after kissing me as I responded to his lips approaching mine did he rise from the bed. He smiled faintly at me, who was still faking an expressionless face, and said:

“I can see your expression perfectly.”

“What about my expression?”

“You like it when I say affectionate things.”

Since it was the truth, I kept my mouth shut and said nothing.

After we washed up in the bathroom together, I passed out immediately. Prosecutor Joo lay down next to me and fidgeted with my body, but I was tired enough that it posed no problem for me to fall asleep.

I slept soundly without even dreaming, as if I had never suffered from insomnia. Whenever I woke up after sleeping like that, those long 15 years of being unable to get any sleep always felt like a lie.

While tossing and turning to change my position at dawn, my eyes inadvertently fell upon the sleeping Joo Taeson. A warm cloud floated up, fuzzy and soft, into my dreamy head. He, eyes closed in deep sleep, is such a pleasant dream to me. A dream that isn’t a dream, visiting during the gaps when I wake up for a moment.

When I lowered my eyelids with a smile and opened them again, the bright morning sun was transparently soaking through the thin chiffon curtains. The space beside me was empty. It seemed he had gotten up and finished getting ready for work as usual. I reached out to confirm that his body heat remained, rolled his name in my mouth several times, and then called out softly:

“Joo Taeson.”

“Why.”

Startled by the unexpected response from behind me, I hugged my blanket and let out a yelp. When I turned around, Prosecutor Joo was looking down at me with an absurd expression while fastening his cufflinks. Embarrassed to have been seen in such a pathetic state, I stuttered:

“What is it?”

“What do you mean ‘what.’ We slept together, didn’t we.”

His lips, holding a smile, responded with composure.

“No, that’s true, but….”

“I answered when you called my name, so what is that reaction for?”

“No, just….”

“Did you decide to call me Joo Taeson?”

“No.”

“If you did it to turn me on, you succeeded.”

“Again, starting from the morning.”

“You were so tired yesterday, so I didn’t wake you up early. I wanted to do it from the morning. Give me some praise.”

“…You did well with that.”

“That’s some quick praise.”

“Because I don’t know what kind of excuses you’ll come up with to try and do it.”

I had retorted without thinking, and before he could pick a fight, I quickly threw off the blanket and rushed out of the bedroom. I checked the clock on the wall in the living room; it was 8:00 AM. As soon as I felt relieved that it was impossible due to work, his firm arms hugged me from behind, and he lightly bit and released my earlobe.

“If I lay you down and thrust immediately, it’s plenty possible.”

“I should get ready for work.”

I muttered, pretending not to hear, and Prosecutor Joo laughed in a low voice, pressed his lips firmly to my cheek, and pulled away. A warm body heat remained on my cheek. These days, both Joo Taeson and I laugh at very small things. It’s a soft change that we’ve brought about in each other.

“Hurry and get ready. Oh, right, when I checked after getting up, there was a faint handcuff mark left on your wrist. Pay attention to it today. Others might not know it’s a handcuff mark, but I do.”

I knew we had been intense, but to think it would bruise. Looking down, I saw a very faint blue mark. When I pressed it with my fingertips, a slightly stinging sensation surged, so it was definitely a bruise. Because my wrists had been shaken roughly, the marks were dispersed, so at least the bruise hadn’t left a dark stain.

I muttered to myself, just quiet enough.

“I think I should ban it completely on weekdays.”

“What?”

“It’s nothing.”

“You’re a master at feigning ignorance after muttering for me to hear. I know you’ll end up putting it on the agenda after muttering it a few times.”

It was true, so I didn’t answer. Prosecutor Joo continued in a leisurely tone while tying the necktie he was holding in one hand:

“I’m sorry, but sex is off the table because I let you compromise enough on it.”

My lips wanted to move and talk back of their own accord again. But sensing that provoking him further would make it hard to have a good day, I barely restrained myself and headed into the bathroom.

On the way to work, later than usual after finishing a simple breakfast, the front of the district office—usually quiet—was chaotic. Dozens of people had gathered, holding picket signs with messages like [Relieve the victims of Youngsaengsu] and [Confiscate the assets of the dead Lee Mooncheol], and were protesting. I watched the scene of the protest while holding the steering wheel and leaning my body forward, then flopped back against the driver’s seat backrest.

“To think the fact that he’s dead is already rumored.”

If I had come to work early like other days, I wouldn’t have been able to see the faces of the district office staff, but since it was around 8:45 AM, there were many people heading in. Everyone was feigning indifference, but they were reading the picket signs with curious eyes. The failure of the ‘Lee Mooncheol arrest operation’ had been a big issue at the Danhyeon District Office, so his death was bound to attract attention one way or another.

Among the crowd, I spotted one person walking about in a particularly flustered manner. At a glance, it was Yoon Gyuho.

It was Joo Taeson who had told me not to tell anyone, but seeing Yoon Gyuho’s bewildered expression in person made my heart heavy and stifled. I felt caught in the middle. It was the fate of a low-level staff member. In any case, I had no choice but to trust and follow the judgment of my direct superior, Joo Taeson, at the workplace.

As soon as I parked and got out of the car, my phone rang. I didn’t even have to look to guess who the caller was.

“Yes, Prosecutor Yoon.”

— Was the night shift autopsy of the unidentified body yesterday Pro Joo and Officer Lee?

“That is correct.”

— Did Lee Mooncheol die?

“Yes, Prosecutor.”

— Oh my god. Ah, what do I do.

I moved to preempt his reprimand and apologized.

“I was going to report it early to the district office this morning, but I was late for work. I apologize.”

— It’s not yet 9:00, so you aren’t late for work. Ha, is Lee Mooncheol’s death a homicide?

I answered in a low voice as I walked to the elevator.

“It’s not certain yet.”

— Then does that mean there’s a possibility he committed suicide? That would also be a problem if it were suicide. Ha….

“That’s also possible. I will write up the report and submit it immediately.”

— No, no. I’ll come down and hear it orally first. Where are you now?

“I’m in the underground parking lot.”

— Pro Joo must have arrived at work. I’ll go to room 512.