The Prosecutor’s Office’s Proposal Chapter 66

I slowly lifted my eyelids and saw a white drop hanging from the tip of my black eyelashes.

“Seeing what I only imagined in reality is quite nice.”

“Prosecutor, you being like this… hup, you really seem like a pervert.”

“It seems the sex is really over this time. Judging by the way Officer Lee is flapping your lips.”

“…It’s really strange.”

“And your stiff tone has finally returned, too.”

My lips kept sticking together every time I spoke because of the sticky semen. I stared at Mr. Joo’s handsome face through my wet eyelashes. I felt a sense of betrayal—I was such a mess, while he looked as neat as if he’d just had a short workout.

“Do you have any idea how many times I imagined spraying semen on Lee Chaeha’s face at the prosecutor’s office?”

He swept down my cheek, which was wet with all sorts of bodily fluids, and then pushed a wet finger into my mouth.

“Usually, things like this are disappointing compared to the anticipation….”

“…”

“But you’re so pretty that my thirst has only become more intense.”

Even while he was saying that, his finger moved in and out of my mouth, teasing my tongue.

I thought of the night he dropped me off at the residence when I was drunk, and his fingertips had hovered around my lips. Maybe he had wanted to do this even back then. Truthfully, I had wanted his finger to enter, too, but I hadn’t been able to summon the courage to cross the boundary at the time.

We are standing in the same territory now. We have thrown each other into something that might turn out to be the biggest mistake of our lives.

Blinking my eyelids, from which semen was dripping, I pulled out the finger I had been biting and opened my mouth. A bitter taste of semen remained on my tongue. Instead of spitting it out, I gathered my saliva and swallowed it down.

“Is what you said about regretting waiting for me today still valid?”

“Forget that bullshit.”

Mr. Joo answered calmly.

“…I suddenly want to eat ice cream. The kind that’s melted and soft.”

“I’ll go buy it for you after I wash up.”

“But it’ll take a while for it to get soft….”

“Then stay the night.”

He let out a light sigh and added.

“Now you’re casually ordering me around even when you’re not drunk. Does one’s ego inflate after tasting cock? I’m still Officer Lee’s superior.”

“…Prosecutor, I never asked you to go buy it for me.”

Mr. Joo seemed to suddenly realize the situation upon my answer. He frowned slightly at his straight, thick eyebrows and let out a long sigh through his lips, but he didn’t say anything else.

Instead, he quietly took out a wet tissue and wiped my face. I entrusted my face to Mr. Joo like a child.

Inside, the semen that had pooled into clumps felt like it was about to flow out, and my bottom, which had been stretched open and chafed for hours, ached unbearably. However, I didn’t want to feel miserable now about the fact that Mr. Joo had treated me roughly. We were attracted to each other’s gravity, and as Mr. Joo said, even if we had tried to hold out, we wouldn’t have lasted long.

If Mr. Joo were the type of person who could warmly share his body heat, he wouldn’t have been attracted to me. Thinking like that seemed to settle my dizzy heart a little bit.

In the end, I had arrived at the position of Mr. Joo’s ‘sex partner.’

It was, of course, not the shape I had wanted to be in.

After washing up and sitting on the sofa for a while, I fell asleep without realizing it. I heard the sound of the door opening and closing, and as I lifted my drowsy eyes, I saw Mr. Joo taking off his coat, as if he had just returned. He glanced at the sofa to check if I had woken up.

“Eat.”

“…Pardon?”

“I bought sushi. And the ice cream Officer Lee said you wanted.”

“Ah…, what time is it?”

“10 o’clock. I checked when I came out after changing my clothes, and Officer Lee was asleep.”

“Oh no….”

A sense of exhaustion from being tense for hours washed over me, and I had fallen into a deep sleep even without taking a sleep aid. It had been a really long time since I had fallen asleep without even realizing I was drifting off. My last memory of that was the night I fell asleep on the sofa waiting for my dad, or something like that.

Mr. Joo walked toward the open kitchen and placed the bag on the dining table. A large white fish was drawn on the blue paper bag. It was a high-end sushi restaurant near the prosecutor’s office.

“What do you mean, ‘oh no.’”

“If I sleep in the evening, I can’t sleep at dawn.”

“That’s good. Then work. I have a lot of work at home.”

I didn’t want to work at my superior’s house until the weekend, so I pretended not to hear and made an excuse.

“I don’t even have any sleep aids, so I’ll have to pull an all-nighter. Watch a drama or a movie….”

“Don’t do that, just take my medicine. It’s the same kind as what I take.”

I asked, a little surprised.

“…Do you take sleep aids too, Prosecutor?”

“Yeah. It’s been a while. If I don’t have them, I can’t sleep.”

I had heard that he couldn’t sleep, but it was beyond my expectation that he even took sleep aids. It seemed Mr. Joo had also been suffering from insomnia for a long time.

As I slowly stood up from the sofa, the blanket that had been draped over me slipped off. I had no memory of covering myself with it; it seemed Mr. Joo had brought it while I was asleep. I thought to myself that he was unexpectedly gentle after sex was over, but then I vividly recalled the moment I had been intimate with him.

I slept with Prosecutor Joo Taeson.

That sentence felt like a piece of gravel that had entered my mouth incorrectly.

Did it really happen? The very act of having sex with Mr. Joo was such an unrealistic event, and after waking up, it felt as faint as a dream, so I was confused as to whether I really had been held by him. As I sat on the sofa staring at him blankly, he flicked his eyes toward me as he popped open the packaging.

“Can’t you believe it really happened?”

“…How did you know what I was thinking?”

“Your expression is exactly that. If you want, we can do it again later.”

There’s a limit to a man’s virility.

Startled by the remark that he wanted to do it again after having done it countless times, I shuddered and stood up. I got up carelessly as usual, but my legs buckled for a moment because my thighs had no strength.

I approached the dining table and naturally set the table with cutlery to prepare for the meal. It was a habit I had picked up because I had always been the youngest wherever I went. Mr. Joo, sitting opposite me, was communicating with someone on his phone.

“Who are you texting?”

“Prosecutor Yoon Gyuho.”

“From the 2nd Criminal Division?”

“Yes. For work.”

Mr. Joo let out a light sigh and picked up his chopsticks. Since the 2nd Criminal Division focused on fraud or economic crimes, their scope of work was different from ours, so I wondered if there was something to collaborate on.

I followed suit, picking up my chopsticks and slowly eating the sushi. For no reason, it was even more awkward than before, so I followed the chopsticks with my eyes and carefully examined the place I had already visited.

The sushi was delicious. Even more so because I was starving.

“You eat so slowly.”

I listened to the rebuke and glanced over at Prosecutor Joo Taeson’s lunch box, but the number of remaining pieces of sushi was exactly the same. It was a natural occurrence. I was eating at the speed of my superior.

“It seems the Prosecutor is eating at the same speed.”

“I’m matching the speed for Officer Lee. You didn’t know that yet?”

“…Pardon?”

“You really have no intuition for things like that. I should count it as a miracle that you even came to visit today.”

“You can eat at your own speed, Prosecutor.”

To think that the guess I had made was actually correct. I had just thought I was being overly delusional.

“Forget it. It’s easier for me to match you than for a slow person to eat fast.”

“…Thank you.”

On the day I worked overtime and ate my lunch box alone, he must have realized then that I was a slow eater and had been matching my speed ever since. I counted the days in my head since he started matching me. It had been at least a few weeks. Feeling a bit strange, I drank the water placed in front of me.

This time, my phone rang. I really didn’t have anyone to contact on the weekend except Prosecutor Joo Taeson, and the only candidate was sitting right in front of my eyes. Wondering if it was my aunt-in-law again, I checked, and fortunately, it was Chief Song.

Did you get home safely after the movie today?

Seeing the text from a colleague in the same prosecutor’s office made the affair with Mr. Joo feel even more real. My face burned hot as I wondered how I would handle Monday. I pressed my cheek with the back of my hand, pulled it away, and replied lightly.

Yes, thank you for the movie today.

Let’s see each other often on weekends ^^

I would also love…

In the middle of typing my reply, a hand reached out and snatched the phone away like a hunting hawk. I stood halfway up and reached out my hand.

“I was in the middle of replying.”

“…It’s Chief Song.”

“Yes.”

“Did you sleep with Chief Song, too?”

I blinked in bewilderment, then finally managed to answer, feigning my usual calm self.