The Prosecutor’s Office’s Proposal Chapter 87

It was a sentiment that made my blood boil, but having been driven to my limit, I didn’t even have the energy to get angry.

Grasping my jaw as I gagged, he thrusted into my throat several times, and finally began to pour out his semen—while still keeping his member buried deep inside, just as he did when he ejaculated in my lower parts.

I swallowed the semen wetting my throat with difficulty, forcing it down. Only after I had collected every last drop of semen that leaked out afterward with the tip of my tongue, just as Prosecutor Joo had ordered, was my hair finally released.

He looked down at me, kneeling there, and suddenly placed his foot under my crotch.

“Officer Lee, look down there.”

As I lowered my gaze with difficulty, I saw Prosecutor Joo’s semen, which had flowed out from below while he was busy ravaging my throat, pooled in a circle on the floor. I had tried to hold it in, but I couldn’t.

“I’m the one who dumped all that into your lower mouth, so you should at least say something before letting it out. Show a little sincerity.”

“Please… hic… don’t say such… strange things.”

“Why? It seems like you enjoy it, Officer Lee. When I say dirty things while fucking you, your hole clings to me even more frantically.”

“Hut….”

His thick arms wrapped around my back. He pulled me up to my feet and made me lean against him, then took my hands and made me hold my own buttocks apart. When I looked up at this strange position, he instructed me nonchalantly.

“Hold them open and finish letting it out.”

“Prosecutor, doing it like this… I think I could just… do it while washing….”

“If you wanted to wash it away, you shouldn’t have spilled it on the floor.”

At his reprimand, I eventually ended up holding my buttocks apart myself.

Why does it feel like I always have to do whatever Prosecutor Joo tells me? Even though I know perfectly well in theory that sex isn’t supposed to be like this, I found myself helplessly swayed by Prosecutor Joo’s desires.

It was humiliating, but I strained and tried to push out what was pooled inside. However, since I had already let most of it flow out, it didn’t come out easily. When I struggled to do it properly, Prosecutor Joo tapped the back of my thighs lightly and pushed his fingers into my still-tender insides.

“I’ll help you.”

“Hut, uung….”

His fingers spread my insides, scraping against my inner walls. The sensation—hot enough that it might have aroused me had I not been forced to ejaculate multiple times already—stimulated my mucous membranes, which were thoroughly soaked in semen and oil. His thick fingers stirred my insides completely before pulling out. Afterward, when I pushed, I could vividly feel the sensation of the clotted liquid being shoved outward. Chills ran down my spine, and I threw my head back, trembling. I tried biting my lower lip, but I couldn’t stop the moans from spilling out.

“Aung, hut….”

“Can you feel it coming out, too?”

“…N, no, hic….”

“I suppose I have to let myself be fooled by your obvious lies once in a while, right?”

After saying that with a taunting tone, Prosecutor Joo caressed the heat gathered at the nape of my neck with his sleek fingertips. His affectionate touch followed my back all the way down to the back of my thighs softly.

He had acted coercively as if to dominate me throughout the entire duration of our sex, and it was only after everything was over that his touch became affectionate. It had been the same last weekend, and it was the same today. And it was the same when we hid in the inner office to kiss before getting off work.

“Uuung….”

My lower regions, having finally released everything, trembled. His fingers touched the wet entrance once more. I bit my lip hard in embarrassment, but he rubbed the wet flesh slowly before entering inside to thoroughly confirm that nothing remained. He smeared the semen left around the entrance back onto my buttocks.

It felt as though I had poured out every last bit of energy I had to move. My legs were shaking, and when I couldn’t properly raise my body after leaning against him, Prosecutor Joo picked me up, carried me to the bathroom, and helped me wash. A stream of perfectly warm water, adjusted with meticulous care, flowed slickly over my shoulders and trembling thighs.

I stared powerlessly at the water cascading over my body, then lifted my head and said one thing.

“When it’s like this, you could just pull it out, so why on earth do you do this, Prosecutor?”

“…When sex ends, I feel a sense of regret. Especially since you always talk back to me so precisely, Officer Lee.”

“That’s because… I’m not in my right mind when I’m in bed….”

“You’re actually quite submissive when you’re feeling it. You become more docile than I thought.”

“I’m the same way when I’m working. It seems you just enjoy swinging me around more here than at the office.”

“Is there anyone who doesn’t like that?”

The conversation was a loop. Since it was his natural inclination, I didn’t think there was any point in talking to him about it. I let out a small sigh, hidden behind the sound of the shower.

Since everything was a first for me, I didn’t yet know what style of sex I preferred, so it was difficult to make proper demands or be stubborn. Prosecutor Joo had distinct tastes and was overwhelmingly dominant over me emotionally, to the point where I had to be satisfied just by the fact that he was keeping me by his side. So, I quickly accepted the situation and gave up. I had lived my whole life like that, so I could sort out my feelings without too much trouble.

There were times when sex felt overwhelming and I wondered if I should have just left on Saturday, but thinking about it more carefully, I didn’t regret it. As Prosecutor Joo had said, it was something that was bound to happen eventually. The signals we were sending each other were too intense to ignore, and we hadn’t been able to withstand the pull.

When I finished showering, Prosecutor Joo handed me his pajamas. I accepted them, feeling a bit flustered. Since the place where Prosecutor Joo lived was also government housing for prosecutors, I was worried I might be spotted on my way to work tomorrow.

“Um, am I… staying the night?”

“It’s uncomfortable to eat while wearing a suit.”

“I’m fine, though.”

“It doesn’t matter if you stay the night, so put them on. And get some rest in the living room.”

“Yes.”

I did as I was told, wearing his pajamas and rolling up the long sleeves and pant hems. If we were going to keep doing this, it would be better to bring over a set of my own loungewear or pajamas. I adjusted the shoulders that kept slipping down and went out to the living room.

Prosecutor Joo finished tidying up the bedroom by himself, came out, and handed me my phone while I sat on the living room sofa.

“What do you want to eat? I’ll cook, or we can order delivery.”

“Then… shall we have some ramen?”

“…Ramen?”

“Yes, it’s delicious.”

His black pupils moved up and down as if in deep thought.

“…I’ll go out and buy some.”

“There’s no ramen in the house?”

I was the one who was surprised and asked back. Living alone, and not even having ramen in the house—I couldn’t believe it.

“Yeah, I don’t eat things like that.”

“If you don’t like it, we can eat something else….”

“No, it’s not that I don’t like it.”

He had called it ‘things like that,’ so did that mean he didn’t dislike it? It felt like he was strangely adjusting to me as much as he could when it came to eating, but I didn’t think the great Prosecutor Joo Taeson would ever concede on the menu. He really had matched my eating speed last time, but looking at his behavior in bed, there was no way he could be that affectionate. So, I didn’t discourage him from doing what he wanted to do.

“Shall I go out and buy it?”

At that question, Prosecutor Joo’s gaze became somewhat sharp. It was the look he usually gave me when I made a mistake at work, so my shoulders instinctively shrank.

“I’m not that heartless a person. Just rest and wait.”

“…Yes, thank you.”

Is it ‘heartless’ to have me run a ramen errand? If anything, weren’t the things he made me do earlier a bit more ‘heartless’?

I wished we could have a debate on that topic, but I just muttered it to myself and let it go.

Prosecutor Joo immediately left the house. I laid face down comfortably on the sofa and picked up my phone. There was one missed call each from Detective Ma and Baek Youngjun.

The prosecutor’s office received news faster than the police. In particular, since the suspect, Baek Youngjun, was a graduate of the Police Academy, the rumors were circulating even more openly, and they said the victim was refusing even to settle. It seemed they had been harboring their resentment for a long time. It felt like Baek Youngjun was finally paying the price for his sins.

“Why does he keep contacting me when I can’t even help him, instead of calling a lawyer?”

Since it wasn’t a case our office was investigating, I not only lacked the ability to help him, I had no intention of doing so. I blocked Baek Youngjun’s number and called Detective Ma. Ever since Prosecutor Joo had told him to stop treating me poorly, he had been maintaining a decent level of politeness.

“Hello, Detective Ma.”

— Yes, Investigator. Sorry for the late hour.

“Not at all. It’s fine.”

— Han Sujin sent a strange text to her husband. Telling him to live well. And she still hasn’t returned home.

I stood up from the sofa in a hurry. It was close to midnight, so it was well past the time she would have returned home.

“Have you tried tracking her cell phone?”