The Prosecutor’s Office’s Proposal Chapter 84

Prosecutor Joo stared intently at my face while sucking on my finger. His gaze was searching, observational. For someone who claimed he didn’t want to see my face during sex, he stared as if he were trying to dissect my eyes, nose, and mouth, and every place his gaze touched felt numb.

“Ah, uung….”

After releasing my finger, he opened the bedside table and took out some oil. It was something that hadn’t been there last time.

“Grab the backs of your knees and stick your ass out.”

“…Yes.”

It wasn’t enough that he was biting my entire body; his tone remained a series of commands. The definition of affection that Prosecutor Joo used during sex seemed to have a standard far different from that of ordinary people.

Though I answered, I was so embarrassed that I hesitated several times before grabbing the backs of my knees with both hands. When I couldn’t lift my hips properly, Prosecutor Joo grabbed my buttocks and lifted them sharply toward his face. My body folded in half until my knees touched my chest.

I bit my lip hard, looking up at Prosecutor Joo through my knees, but when I hung my head in shame, a large hand that had approached at some point pushed my chin upward. I had no choice but to briefly meet his eyes.

You said you didn’t want to see my face, though I could have made that retort under normal circumstances, the embarrassment clogging my throat prevented it from leaking out. His black pupils stared straight at me as he slowly buried his lips between my buttocks. It was agonizing to watch his nose tip press against my smooth perineum and his tongue lick around the entrance, and the hands holding my knees nearly lost their grip. Prosecutor Joo seemed to notice my agitation and lightly slapped the rounded surface of my butt.

“Hut….”

“Stay still. You don’t even know it feels good even when I’m sucking on it for you.”

“I, ah, things like this… are not really….”

“You’re bound to like it.”

He licked my perineum with his tongue, slowly returned to the entrance, and pushed his hot flesh inside. He said it would feel good, but I was so embarrassed I couldn’t even mentally focus on feeling anything properly. Because it was so foreign, my hips trembled uncontrollably, and my fingers holding my knees kept losing their strength.

“Uung… hut….”

He grabbed my buttocks and spread them wider. The feeling of a wet tongue burrowing deep into a part that hadn’t yet softened, only to pull back out, was soft and strange. My eyes grew hot. It was a feeling I could never call good. I was humiliated and ashamed, and I wanted to run away, but the weight of our skewed relationship did not permit escape.

“…Ah, hic… uung….”

Unlike my mind, which was stained with shame, my lips parted, leaking groans. I watched his tongue entering and exiting the crack of my buttocks through my knees, and finding it agonizing, I eventually closed my eyes. He was licking and sucking at the bottom, but heat began to spread slowly throughout my entire body. It was the exact opposite of my mood. Seeing that tears born from my inability to overcome the humiliation were wetting my eyelashes, Prosecutor Joo only stared down at my splayed opening after sucking it until it was completely melted.

“The color inside is pretty. Pink.”

“Hut….”

Staring right at the entrance, he plunged his index finger deep inside. As my inner walls, which had been teased by his tongue, easily accepted his finger, he opened the bottle he had taken out earlier, squeezed oil onto the entrance, and let the transparent liquid flow deep inside. Because both his tongue and his palm gripping my hips had been so hot, the flowing oil felt cold, making my spine shiver.

His fingers had unusually thick knuckles. When one more forced its way in, my hands, which had been trying hard to hold on, lost their strength, and I ended up losing my grip on my legs. Prosecutor Joo sighed lightly, pulled his fingers out, and tapped his own thigh.

“Come here.”

Barely raising my weakened body, I glanced at his terrifyingly thick penis. I was worried; was he going to penetrate already? Prosecutor Joo on the bed was someone who would definitely do such a thing.

As I crawled toward him, his thick forearm pulled me in, forcing me to lay prone over his thighs. Then, without warning, he struck my buttocks with his palm. My thin skin stuck fiercely to his callous, solid palm before pulling away. My jaw dropped from the pain.

“Hut….”

“You need to keep your knees spread well. I’m holding back from wanting to ram into you right away and am trying to loosen you up, so do you think this makes me want to be nice to you?”

“Ah, it hurts….”

Even when I said it hurt, Prosecutor Joo slapped my buttocks again and then grabbed the flesh that was flushed with heat from the impact. He shouldn’t have said he would be gentle. Unable to overcome the sense of betrayal, I turned my head back.

“Prosecutor, is this what you call, be-being gentle?”

“Don’t use such a stiff tone when we’re having sex.”

Prosecutor Joo slapped my buttocks strongly again as if scolding me. While I was shrinking and trembling from the pain of the skin being struck, his fingers rubbed the oil on the entrance and entered back inside.

“It got softer after getting hit.”

“Hut, ung… there’s no way, that’s possible.”

“Well. Now that you’ve lost your strength, it seems like you’re taking my fingers even better. You say you don’t like it with your mouth, but it feels like your hole is begging me to hit it more.”

With his free hand, he pressed down on my back while I was prone in his arms to fix me in place, then increased the number of fingers to three and rammed them in. The fingers began to burrow inside without hesitation, forcing my inner walls to stretch. I bit my lower lip to try and suppress a groan as the foreign sensation was overwhelming. That a man’s fingers were inside me and that I was actually aroused by this act was entirely unfamiliar. It felt like something I could never get used to.

“…Ah… uung….”

“Officer Lee, you seem to like it when I poke at the deep spots.”

“Hic, hut….”

“My fingers are barely not reaching.”

While prone in Prosecutor Joo’s arms, I trembled every time his fingers poked at the inside. I was embarrassed that the sweat born of my arousal was touching his skin, which was pressed against mine. And that I was hardening below, too. My face and neck grew increasingly hot as I was embarrassed by my body reacting so brazenly.

Oil poured into my lower regions, which were tightly gripping his fingers, making a loud, wet sound. With the help of the liquid, Prosecutor Joo rammed his fingers all the way to the root, shaking the deep inside.

“Ah! Ugh… hut….”

“The oil inside has warmed up.”

“Ut, ung….”

No matter how much I pressed my lips together, groans escaped between my teeth. With my hips raised in his arms, I trembled and completely collapsed under the weight of three fingers.

The fingers exited without warning, and he sat up, pulling my buttocks off the bed. I buried my face in the mattress, my feet planted on the floor. Prosecutor Joo stood behind me, firmly caught my hips that were trying to sag, and slapped my buttocks hard. I could feel the skin swelling red from the continuous handiwork.

“Mind your toes.”

At his command, I barely managed to put strength into my toes and raised my hips. His glans pierced the entrance without hesitation. As expected, it felt like I was tearing, so I struggled and crawled forward as if to escape.

“It’s, it’s tearing, hut… Ah!”

“You’re going to make a habit of running away whenever I try to shove it in. Don’t play coy when you’re taking it much better than last time.”

His firm touch pulled me back toward his body. The thick glans pushed in, stretching the folds and moving into the interior, which was thoroughly soaked in oil. Because of the oil, there was a squelching, wet sound at the connection.

I shivered, trembling, my knuckles turning white as I gripped the sheets, my protruding shoulder blades pulled together. A small sigh flew by, and his broad, large hand slapped my buttocks again, making a loud sound.

“Ut… ung….”

He seemed to like slapping buttocks during sex. I thought only bad people who committed crimes enjoyed such things.

As it turned out, Prosecutor Joo had the same taste.

“Fuck… this is going to snap me. Give me some more oil.”

I lifted my heated face with difficulty and looked for the oil bottle. The inside of my forearm, brushing through my field of vision, was bright red with the remaining tooth marks. As I groped for the bottle that had fallen onto the sheet and handed it back, he immediately began to douse my buttocks with oil. Liquid fell onto my skin incessantly.

He spread the slick oil over my buttocks and poured plenty into the area around the entrance, which was stretched taut by holding his glans. Every time his thick fingertips touched my softened lower regions while thoroughly rubbing in the oil, my waist jerked upward.

“Hut, uung….”

“I’m going to coat my cock, too, and then I’ll ram it in. Just bear it a little longer. Your inside is making such a fuss begging to be poked, but you’re just being scared for no reason.”

Is that really how it feels to Prosecutor Joo, or is his only purpose to make me feel ashamed? I tried hard to focus on what was happening below, but other than the connection point holding his glans trembling with pain, I still couldn’t feel any pleasure.