The Prosecutor’s Office’s Proposal Chapter 64

With my forearms flushed a deep red, I hesitated for a long while before slowly nodding. When he first inserted himself, the pain was so severe I felt like I was dying, but now, even with just his slight movements, the added searing heat made me feel like I was finally alive. It was a pleasant heat that scattered the accumulated pain. His hard shaft pulled out slowly, then this time, he changed the angle obliquely and pressed firmly against the inside.

“Haa, hut….”

“I like sticking my tongue in your ear, but it’s obvious I’d feel the same about my cock.”

Mr. Joo’s body, which had been pressed against my back, pulled away. His two hands gripped my convulsing pelvis firmly, and he began to move his hips slowly. Because of his massive size, my inner walls, stretched taut, moved as if rubbing against his member. Just as he said, it felt exactly like I was sucking on him.

Puck, puck—the sound of flesh colliding echoed from somewhere far away. There was certainly pain, but my mind was so hazy that I couldn’t feel it properly. Every time the sound of flesh hitting the back of my thighs grew louder, and every time the sticky semen smeared at the junction stuck to and peeled away from each other’s skin, my fingers clutching the sheets tightened, and the member swaying in the air grew even harder.

Mr. Joo’s fingers gripped the hair of my head, which was buried in the sheets and moaning. He grabbed my hair and turned my head to the side. So that my moaning face would be visible to him.

“Mm… euut….”

As a habit, I wanted to feign composure, but I couldn’t even close my lips properly. The saliva that flowed between my parted lips stained the sheets in a circle.

It wasn’t that I didn’t feel pain. But every time his member pulled out and thrust back inside, the painful sensations transformed into sparkling pleasure, only to return to a strange, lingering ache. The repetition of that feeling made it impossible for me to pull myself together.

“Ah, hut, mm… heuut….”

“Ha…, is it true that this is your first time being fucked?”

“…Y-yes, it is, uung….”

“Fuck… you suck so well. It’s hard to imagine you lived your life without a cock in this slack hole.”

He grabbed my buttocks, swollen from being struck, with both hands and spread them wide to thrust even deeper. The spot where the glans first entered was good, but the more he moved, the deeper the point he struck became. The further his member invaded inside, the more the complex thoughts I had neatly stacked in my head for my whole life began to tumble and scatter. My train of thought began to empty out, and my mind became hazy, like a dream.

His thick fingers grabbed my elbows from behind, forcibly raising my collapsed upper body. As the position changed, the angle at which his member entered shifted from below to above. Inserting it that way felt like my body was being split in half, so my head fell back.

“It hurts…. Hut… mm….”

My thighs, which I was barely keeping upright, felt like they were going to collapse, but Mr. Joo’s hands holding me wouldn’t allow it.

“Uung… hut, please, Prosecutor… it hurts….”

His way of having sex was not much different from how he worked. In that he was dogmatic and drove me to my limit.

Even though I pleaded that it hurt, he pulled my elbows downward and began to thrust even harder. Perhaps because of his weight, the entrance where his member was rubbed against stretched taut, swallowing him whole. His thick root invaded me to the very end every single time. Hot breath rushed against the nape of my neck and the back of my ear.

“I wanted to do this without looking at Officer Lee’s face….”

“…Uuung… hauut….”

“I can’t hold back.”

Only after thrusting until it felt like my backside was a mess of sludge did he release my elbows. Then, while still inserted, he grabbed my ankles, turned my body, and changed my position. I screamed at the sensation of my tightly stretched inner walls turning along with his member. I was so scared that my bottom might be ruined that I couldn’t even open my eyes properly.

At the raw, strange pain, hot tears finally stained my eyelids. As we had sex, the hard shell—which I had barely been covering myself with, a shell that wasn’t originally mine—threatened to fall away.

I had finally come to show my naked body, me moaning beneath him, to Mr. Joo in every detail. Or rather, since I was already exposed, it would be more accurate to say that I had become able to see him.

Mr. Joo placed his hands beside my face and looked straight down at me from directly above. With his member buried to the hilt, I was left with my legs spread wide to the side, my whole body trembling violently. Unlike me, Mr. Joo’s body, firm with muscle, and his broad shoulders showed no tremor.

I expected him to begin thrusting right away, but Mr. Joo swept his gaze over me with a strange look, then caressed my tear- and sweat-drenched cheeks.

“You and I shouldn’t be doing this. That’s why I didn’t want to look at your face.”

“Heup, heuk… Why? Because we’re in a superior and subordinate relationship?”

“No…, because you are Lee Chaeha.”

“…”

“I hate that you are Lee Chaeha.”

It was like driving an awl into the nape of my neck. Mr. Joo then grabbed behind my knees and pressed them down. And then, he began to thrust again.

Because I am Lee Chaeha.

That sentence finally became tears that rolled down. A heavy rock fell, once again brutally crushing my heart.

I wanted to ask Mr. Joo why he said such a thing, but because my pierced bottom was being ravished indiscriminately, I couldn’t make a sound. My body and my heart were playing by different rules.

When I was in the prone position, it seemed he had thrust a bit more shallowly. Unlike the scary warning he had spat out at the entryway, it seemed he had been holding back in his own way. Now that Mr. Joo seemed to have judged that I was sufficiently accustomed, he pulled his penis out to the very end and slammed it back in with a loud sound. My body trembled at the feeling of my stomach bulging out. Tears, a mixture of sadness and pleasure, continued to fall.

“Ah… heuut, mm….”

He held my knees while thrusting, and every now and then he would lower his body to lick away my tears. Both my cheeks and my eyelids. I tried to feel that contact as affection, struggling to mask my sadness with pleasure.

“I’ll cum for you, inside.”

“Heup, hut….”

“I’ll shoot inside the place you like, so drink it deliciously.”

With the movement of his pulling out roughly and then grinding firmly, my vision began to flicker white. Even the sharp words that had flown in like awls were momentarily forgotten at that moment.

I don’t even know my own body yet, but it felt like he had mastered my body with just one encounter. Every time his member pressed and thrust into that one concentrated spot—a mere single point—my whole body began to crumble. It felt like the button that could make me explode was right there.

“Ah, hut, ah, no….”

Unable to withstand the pleasure, my whole body was stained with a red hue.

“…Uung… ah….”

“If you want to cum, cum. You won’t be able to end it with just one time anyway.”

“M-Mr., Prosecutor, ah… uung….”

Mr. Joo slammed his lower body heavily and cradled my member in his hand. As he added the stimulation of squeezing with his palm, sliding up and then down again, spasms erupted in my inner thighs.

“Your dick is white and pretty, too. Ha… I only knew your face was pretty.”

He thrust roughly, then plunged his member deep until it pressed against my testicles, and ejaculated. The feeling of semen pouring into my insides, which had been made a mess by being fucked countless times, was subtle. As the sticky liquid continuously soaked my erogenous zones, my toes curled on their own. I reached my climax in his hand. I slackly parted my mouth and drooled, just like when he had kissed me while pushing me against the wall at the entryway.

“Ah… hut… uung, hic….”

He shook his hips and emptied every last drop of semen into me. Then, he lowered his head to lick the saliva flowing from the corner of my mouth and sucked on my skin, wet with tears and sweat, over and over. His soft lips and hot tongue moved along my skin.

Though not as much as me, Mr. Joo was also gasping for air roughly. His gaze turned languid, as if the afterglow of ejaculation had washed over him. The hot heat that had been glimpsed in his pupils seemed to have been slaked, if only for a moment. Unlike me, Mr. Joo, who sucked on my semen covering his palm and rubbed his lower lip as if relishing the taste, was overflowing with composure.

I pressed my palm against my chest, which was pounding until it felt sore, and tried to calm my breathing. Only after I had calmed down enough to barely be able to speak did I struggle to lift my eyelashes, which were densely stained with tears. Throughout the sex, I had wanted to ask him.

“Hut…, why is it not allowed for the Prosecutor and I to have sex? To the point that you don’t even want to see my face… do you hate doing this with me?”

“You’ve returned to your stiff tone again. We’re not finished with the sex yet, so don’t use that tone.”

“…Can’t you like me because I am me?”