The Prosecutor’s Office’s Proposal Chapter 98

The alcohol hit me harder and harder, and I wanted to end the conversation with the cruel boss who kept forcing drinks on me so I could just collapse and sleep. I pushed away the appetizer plate and the glass on the table and slumped down. Whether it was due to my clumsy touch, the glass tipped over with a loud clatter and my sleeve became coldly soaked, but Prosecutor Joo didn’t care and urged for an answer.

“Tell me.”

“Now that I think about it, hic, you’re an absolute… pervert…. In bed, your wandering hands… are terrible!”

“…I’m speechless.”

Prosecutor Joo clicked his tongue. I don’t know why he won’t admit it when I’m saying something true.

“I want to eat… ice cream.”

“Wait.”

I felt him leave his seat and heard the refrigerator door open. Soon after, an icy cold object touched my cheek, which was burning from the alcohol. I startled and jerked my slumped body upright, and Prosecutor Joo was holding a milk-flavored ice cream bar. Seeing the wrapper already off, he must have rubbed it against my cheek as is. He was the kind of person who would do just that. But I was so glad to find milk-flavored ice cream while drunk that I wasn’t even a little bit angry.

“How, do you have it?”

“What do you mean, ‘how’? Someone keeps looking for them and buying them.”

I went to take the ice cream, but Prosecutor Joo pulled his hand away and patted his own lap. It wasn’t as if he was treating me like a three-month-old puppy, but it felt close.

However, since I desperately wanted to eat the ice cream whenever I was drunk, and I wasn’t in a physical state to defy him, I had no choice but to listen. I wobbled and barely managed to climb into his lap.

As I let my head fall against his broad chest, Prosecutor Joo finally let me have the ice cream. But I couldn’t suck on it as I pleased. I tried to raise my hand to take it, but I wasn’t allowed. He held the stick, intent on teasing me by sliding the ice cream in and out of my mouth.

When the ice cream was about half-melted, Prosecutor Joo licked the white liquid off the area around my lips that I couldn’t swallow properly, then took what I had been sucking on into his own mouth and bit down. Then, he waited for the ice cream to melt slightly and kissed me just like that. I loved the cold lumps of ice cream that touched my tongue, heated by the alcohol, and his thick tongue that felt even colder than that.

I arched my back, sucking on his lips and drinking the ice cream, but the cooling sensation quickly faded, and both my tongue and the ice cream turned lukewarm. I tucked my two hands, which were moving on their own because of impatience, between my knees. As I followed the popsicle with my feverish eyes, he bit down on it again, melted it almost entirely this time, and spat it into my mouth in a long stream. You aren’t supposed to be able to touch tongues when you do that.

I gulped down the white liquid pooling in my mouth. The ice cream he had melted was sticky and sweet, but not cold enough. Seeing that I was obviously disappointed as I licked my tongue, he asked,

“Do you like the first way better?”

“…Yes. That one, is better….”

“You always switch to informal speech when you’re drunk.”

A question that I had never been able to ask while trying to stay tense and keep my back straight suddenly popped out.

“The request you made to… Prosecutor Yoon, was that… for me, Prosecutor?”

“…You’re sharp.”

What I wanted to know was the reason. But I didn’t have the confidence to speak at length, so I thought of the simplest words possible.

“Why?”

“Because I wanted to take revenge on those people in your place.”

“Why?”

“…Well. Why, indeed.”

Prosecutor, do you like me?

I wanted to ask that.

But this question was the most complex sentence I had thought of today—no, in the last several years. So I didn’t dare have the confidence to say it out loud. Especially not in a state of extreme intoxication.

Prosecutor Joo watched my trembling eyes, filled with heat, and opened his lips again, but instead of the words I was waiting for, he said something else.

“I’ll have to get you drunk often. Just so I can hear Officer Lee speak informally.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. Now, it seems I go crazy over anything that comes out of your mouth.”

Prosecutor Joo said something incomprehensible, bit into the ice cream again, melted it a little, and then overlapped his lips with mine. A small lump began to melt between our clashing tongues. I clung to him again, sucking on his tongue to moisten my dry throat and cool the heat. I took his tongue first, rubbed against it, and hurriedly searched for his thick tongue.

“Mmm, ngh… ah….”

When I finished sucking all the ice cream and looked up, waiting for more, Prosecutor Joo licked my wet lips and whispered.

“Do you know why I was unaffected when I heard the moaning at the motel earlier?”

“…Well, no.”

“The sound of you crying turns me on even more.”

Even while drunk, my face burned hearing him say that. Seeing him say such things so nonchalantly, it seems Prosecutor Joo is drunk, too. Probably.

As I tried to lower my head, he gave me the ice cream he was holding again, grabbed my chin to lift it, and opened his mouth.

“If you don’t want one more bar of ice cream back there, look me in the eye.”

As expected, a pervert.

What kind of imagination does he have when he looks at me? I didn’t want to do that, so I obediently raised my eyes, and Prosecutor Joo licked my cheek and traced my eyelashes with his tongue. Then, he finally notified me of what he wanted to do without hesitation.

“Looking at your expression, I can’t hold back. You’re drunk and your body is hot, so you’re fine, right? Get ready to take one more back there.”

He easily scooped me up, even though I couldn’t even shake my head properly because of the alcohol, and stood up.

To my surprise, Prosecutor Joo actually followed through on his warning. The only fortunate thing was that before pushing the popsicle back there, he first put the stick in my mouth to melt the ice cream to a certain degree. I begged him, saying it was too cold, but he stubbornly made me suck all the ice cream out from the back.

It was my first time having sex while drunk, and the way my lips loosened on their own while in a state of extreme intoxication was the same when we were intimate. I lost all self-control over my moans, so I cried out loudly enough to be noisy even with the slightest stimulation from him.

I lay on the bed, holding the backs of my knees and lifting my hips. His firm palm supported my lower back. I stared up at the white ice cream digging into my cleft and his hand gripping the stick, crying out in ecstasy.

“Nng, ah… hng… it’s, cold. Mmh….”

“I’ve eaten almost all of it. Suck a little more.”

“Hick, hnnng….”

“Officer Lee, does it taste good?”

I stubbornly didn’t answer until I was slapped once on the butt with a thick palm. I surrendered easily to the intense pain.

“Ah, it, tastes good… mmm, hng….”

Finally, the empty wooden stick slipped out from below. He scooped me up, limp and exhausted, and took me to the mirror. As his thick hand spread my knees, which he had been holding, to the side, the sight of white ice cream stretching stickily and dripping from inside was vividly reflected in the mirror.

“Look, it looks like semen.”

“Hng, ah….”

Even as the world spun from the intoxication, I could clearly see the lower part of me, flapping and spitting out the white liquid. I tried to struggle, but my limbs lacked strength, so I couldn’t put up any proper resistance. Prosecutor Joo leaned my body toward his, making the white-soaked entrance vividly visible in the mirror. I bit my thumbnail nervously and stared blankly at the mirror.

“Let’s spit out semen later, too. I’ll feed you plenty of that, as well.”

Prosecutor Joo whispered a secret suggestion while probing the inside of my ear with his tongue.

I received his semen several times throughout the night. Until the white liquid, like the ice cream I had melted and eaten below, poured out in streams and I was almost completely sober from the alcohol.

Even then, the next day, I had to grovel like a sinner as punishment for my drunken insolence to my superior, before heading to the Danhyeon City branch of the National Forensic Service with Prosecutor Joo. An employee who was acquainted with Prosecutor Joo came out despite it being Saturday to receive the evidence. I knew Prosecutor Joo had an acquaintance at the Danhyeon branch, but it was my first time meeting them. He had friends in the forensics department, too—surprisingly, he had a wide network of connections.

“I’m going through all this trouble because I’m the sunbae from Prosecutor Joo’s university club.”

She was a nice-looking person with her long hair neatly tied back. She looked at me, working with Prosecutor Joo, with a pitiful gaze. To the forensic staff’s eyes, I was clearly just a low-level employee called out on a Saturday to work overtime. Aside from what happened last night and this morning, that was true.

I handed her the evidence bag containing the glove.