The Prosecutor’s Office’s Proposal Chapter 86

Prosecutor Joo bit painfully into my earlobe, gathered my knees together, and thrusted upward. I let out a groan I couldn’t control, let my head drop limply, and then barely managed to lift it again. Prosecutor Joo was staring precisely at my face reflected in the mirror with a scorching gaze.

I barely managed to fix my gaze, unfocused from the pleasure. I stared blankly at the areas around my jaw soaked in saliva, my lower lip—swollen and bruised from biting down throughout the penetration—and my cheeks, which turned flushed red whenever he thrust deep inside. It was an unfamiliar sight I couldn’t get used to.

In my daily life, I, like Prosecutor Joo, usually remained expressionless and didn’t easily reveal my emotions. I had lived my whole life that way. But now, I was laying every shred of pleasure bare with my entire body. I truly had no idea that I was a person who could be so easily unraveled, or that I carried within my body points that would cause me to collapse the moment they were stimulated.

“Ah… ah….”

Whenever his member was driven in to the root, my flesh would tremble, and my lips would leak groans filled with arousal. Even though I was still unaccustomed to sex and the pain remained, I couldn’t withstand the sensation of being pressed deep inside. Prosecutor Joo’s expression—as if he were feeling the pleasure of driving into me—was also a cause that stirred me into agitation. My feet dangled and swayed in the air according to his movements.

“Ah, hut….”

“Officer Lee, the face you make while being fucked is pretty.”

Prosecutor Joo’s voice carried a rare warmth. He had claimed he didn’t want to see my face, yet he couldn’t take his eyes off the mirror.

“…Uung….”

“I’ll shove my cock into your mouth, too. As deep as possible, until you’re spilling saliva.”

Furrowing his brows as if eager to ejaculate, he rocked his hips more violently. Then, he finally laid me down on the floor.

He pulled my hands—still clinging to him—away, forced me to press them against the walls on either side of the full-length mirror, and grabbed me by the hair from behind. My head was forced backward and my lips parted.

“I’m going to fuck you until you cum, Officer Lee. I think just ramming you from behind will be enough.”

Without waiting for my answer, Prosecutor Joo began to thrust upward while still gripping my hair. My inner walls, melted and loose, accepted his member to the end without difficulty.

This time, he pulled out slightly faster every time he thrust in. I should have hated the feeling of my inner walls being dragged along with him, but since that wasn’t the case, I struggled not to show how much I liked it. It felt as chillingly stimulating as it did when he poked at my insides, so moans burst out whether he was thrusting in or pulling out.

“Hut, ah… uung….”

Prosecutor Joo gripped my hair a little tighter. But I felt no pain. The feeling of him digging into my lower regions was so intense, and my tingling buttocks felt as though they were being crushed by pleasure, that it seemed as if all other sensations had vanished.

Prosecutor Joo drove his member into my deepest part, making my feet lift off the floor for a moment, and thrusted upward. His hand, which had been grabbing my hair the whole time, fell away. His large hand grabbed my oil-slicked buttocks, spreading them wide, and plunged his glans into the deepest part yet. To borrow his expression, it was a little further inside than the spot I was crazy for.

“Ah! Uung, hut… ah….”

My breath caught in my throat so sharply I felt my chest bone pop. My arms, bracing against the walls, trembled as if about to snap, but I endured it somehow.

It was a spot he had barely grazed even during his long bouts of thrusting. Every time his glans pressed and crushed that tender inner flesh, I shrieked and shuddered. Semen began to leak in trickles from my front.

“Hic… ah… ah….”

I couldn’t believe it. The fact that I had reached climax on the first round even though he hadn’t touched my front. Last time, it had taken much longer. I could clearly feel my insides trembling and sucking on the member that filled my hips to the brim. I wanted to calm down, but I couldn’t.

Ejaculation began inside me as well. At the sensation of semen soaking the area I felt, I could no longer even let out a coherent groan.

“Uung… ut….”

“Hoo….”

During his ejaculation, he bit my shoulder hard before letting go, leaving a fresh bite mark on my neck—right on the precarious border that would barely be covered if I wore a shirt.

“You love being filled with semen, don’t you? Your lower mouth is making such a fuss, sucking on my cock.”

“Hut….”

His chest pressed against my sweat-slicked back, and his hand gripped my lower regions, which were sticky with semen.

“Just like I thought—you cum well even without being touched. You’re soaked.”

There was no way to hide this unfamiliar version of myself. Sex inevitably lays every facet of a person bare. In a state where our bare skin is touching, where I’m not wearing a single thing to cover myself, it is impossible to escape the other person’s gaze. So, I could do nothing but grip his thick wrists as if to stop him.

Prosecutor Joo didn’t care at all; he kneaded my part while pressing down and rubbing my interior, which was wet with semen. My buttocks trembled and spasmed violently once more.

“Ah! Uung… hic….”

His gaze from behind rested on my part, which he held in his hand.

“You’re not leaking any fluids yet, are you?”

He whispered something indecipherable, looking a bit disappointed. I was too exhausted to even find the energy to ask what he meant.

I wished he would stop now, but he simply smeared the semen from his hands onto my buttocks without removing his member. Soon, the part of him that had gone limp inside me hardened again.

I turned my head back, my face stinging from dried tears, and tried to push away the unmoving Prosecutor Joo with my hands.

“Prosecutor, can’t we… hut… end it with this once? Every time we do this, so many times….”

“Well… I can’t help it. Maybe you should moan less seductively, or maybe don’t suck my cock so well.”

Though he didn’t usually talk like that, Prosecutor Joo had again chosen only the most elegant vocabulary.

“…Then, let’s go… to the bed.”

“I’m the one who gives the orders.”

“It’s not an o, order… ung… it’s a request.”

From the very beginning—whether at work or during sex—I had never had the slightest intention of trying to get the better of him. I was in a position where that would be difficult anywhere, anyway. Prosecutor Joo paused, startled, then seemed to have his mind changed by the request; he picked me up and carried me to the bed.

In the end, I shared my body with him many times over on the bed. Finishing just once seemed to be something that didn’t exist in his mind. My phone rang twice in the middle, and I wanted to check it, but since Prosecutor Joo was thrusting on top of me, I couldn’t move an inch.

For the finale, as Prosecutor Joo wanted, I climbed off the bed and knelt on the floor to perform oral sex. I sat between his legs and worked hard, bobbing my head. His aroused member filled my mouth.

My lower regions, softened from being penetrated for hours, throbbed as if they would open up at any moment, but I tried my best to endure while sucking on him because I didn’t want the semen filling my insides to spill onto the floor.

“Hut… hic….”

Prosecutor Joo looked down at me as if admiring the sight of me diligently performing oral sex. Because it was right after we had ejaculated so many times during sex, it wasn’t easy to drive him to arousal, so it took significantly more time.

After struggling and clinging to him for quite a while, his thick fingers finally gripped my hair. It was certain he enjoyed somewhat sadistic acts: gripping my hair, biting my skin painfully, or slapping my buttocks. And finishing with oral sex.

His long fingers gently stroked my jaw, which was sore from having been held open for so long.

“I want to poke at the place where so much saliva is coming from, so open your mouth wider.”

“Hut, hic….”

“Since you can’t do it by yourself yet, Officer Lee, I’ll do the poking for you.”

I clumsily opened my lips as wide as I could. As I lowered my eyes because he was staring intently at a face that surely looked unsightly, Prosecutor Joo rammed his member all the way in, to a depth I couldn’t reach on my own. My chest heaved and tears gushed out. I tried to escape, but Prosecutor Joo was holding me by the hair, so I couldn’t move and retched painfully.

“…Hic, ut….”

“Does it feel good?”

At that question, I lifted my downcast eyes in anger. Prosecutor Joo wore a leisurely smile, stroked my wet eyelids, and repeated the act of pulling his member out and stabbing it back in hard. As he pushed it in, as if shoving it into my wet mucous membranes and stirring up my interior, he rammed his member all the way down my throat, causing me to gag loudly and spill a mouthful of saliva. Sticky saliva flowed down my chin.

“If you’re going to be drooling like this, you should be feeling good.”

“Hic, hic… hut….”

“Think of it as me ejaculating into your mouth.”

To call the state of drooling from having him rammed in too deep ‘ejaculation.’