My Turf
“…!”
Everyone swallowed hard at the mention of the Standing Special Prosecutors' Office. Not only had no one expected her to say it so bluntly, but the institution itself carried immense weight.
The Standing Special Prosecutors' Office was, as the name implied, a permanent special prosecution team. But when you delved into its roles and powers, each one was absurdly overreaching. True to its motto of “no sacred ground, no limits on investigations,” anyone in Incheon—anyone at all, any group—could become a target. And once an investigation began, a prosecutor's “cooperation order”—one of their key commands—was automatically in effect.
Unlike other probes, which presumed innocence, the Standing Special Prosecutors' Office presumed guilt. The accused had to prove their own innocence. And for contingencies, every prosecutor there carried a Terminator at all times, authorized for use.
With such overwhelming authority, insiders often said whoever controlled the Standing Special Prosecutors' Office ruled Incheon. Naturally, in a properly functioning political system, such an agency could never exist. It would have been dismissed at the proposal stage, the proposer humiliated. But this one was sailing through with astonishing smoothness. The momentum suggested it was as good as approved.
Rumors even claimed the Goryeo Group's chairman had intervened personally. If true, it was already a done deal.
“Is it really… that office getting established…?”
One of her subordinate prosecutors asked cautiously. Even as a corrupt one herself, some shred of conscience as a legal professional stirred. The Standing Special Prosecutors' Office trampled even that.
But for Inaeun, it was a dream stage.
“Of course. Doesn't the sudden creation of this Special Investigations Division—and my appointment as its head—tell you everything? And right here in Namdong Prosecutors' Office, no less.”
“…”
“Put aside any doubts about whether it'll pass. Just follow my orders without question from now on. No matter what I say.”
“…”
“You all have a vague idea who's backing me, right?”
Silence.
Through two rounds of Inaeun-led special prosecutions, her ties to Goryeo Group's eldest grandson, Ko Mu-yeol, had come to light. Who'd have thought the upright, righteous prosecutor was backed by such a titan? The revelation had shocked the prosecutors.
“Well then, nice working with you?”
> Incoming message received
Inaeun's phone buzzed. She checked the screen and smirked wickedly.
“Perfect timing. My master is on his way here.”
“!!”
“I'll introduce you all to him. Don't screw it up.”
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The AV's speakers announced it. When I'd stormed the Incheon Chief Prosecutors' Office, I'd always gone in uninvited, so I'd gotten warnings and hostile broadcasts. This time, though, I'd followed “proper procedure”—I'd given advance notice that I was coming. So Namdong Prosecutors' Office was rolling out the welcome mat.
People were already gathered on the rooftop.
“…Come to think of it, what about Gong Seo-young? She settling in okay?”
The security chief who'd always clashed with me during those Incheon Chief Prosecutors' Office raids. She had this oddly arousing vibe, so last visit, I'd kidnapped and fucked her. She'd wailed about being raped, but when I offered a standard contract—what I considered normal—she stopped crying, dazzled by terms way better than her old job, and transferred on the spot.
Now she was with White Snow Princess Red Team.
“Yes. She's collaborating with the squad on a training curriculum. Adapting well.”
“Hm.”
Listening to Baekseol, I thought for a moment.
…Maybe replace their security with our Red Team?
I'd swap the prosecutors' chief soon anyway. Why not let White Snow Princess handle security too? Good business. A public institution like a district prosecutors' office wouldn't hire just anyone. But who am I? Ko Mu-yeol. Easy hurdle.
“Sua, look into Namdong Prosecutors' Office security contracts. White Snow Princess could take it over.”
“Ah, yes.”
“Who's the current contractor, expiration date, bidding schedule, mid-term changes possible, etc.”
“Understood.”
If the next bid was far off or unplanned…
Then I'll just create a reason to replace them.
Simple, effective. Plenty of ways—fabricate a failure to trigger termination. Perfect timing with the chief swap anyway.
The AV touched down on the pad. Familiar vibrations, doors opened, secretaries poured out first. I exited mid-pack, team leaders in tow.
“Hahaha. Welcome, young master. Long journey—must be tiring!”
A middle-aged man awaited. Slyly obsequious, yet with a hint of pride—he didn't bow fully like the others. Compared to Namdong Police Chief Do Yun-jeong, he was downright stiff.
Doesn't matter. He's getting replaced anyway.
“Yes. Thanks for the warm welcome.”
Didn't want to shake his hand, but business is business. I extended mine. He grasped it with both, shook vigorously.
I endured his welcome and headed inside. Wanted to see Inaeun right away, but protocol demanded a private word with the chief first. Nothing much—just “nice working together.” I echoed it formally, mentioning Inaeun. Shook hands, left.
Next stop: Inaeun's office. A guide from the chief led to Special Investigations Division.
Inaeun stood in the hall with her prosecutors.
“Greetings, young master.”
She smiled faintly, bowed 90 degrees. Her subordinates followed suit.
“Long time. Inaeun Spe… no, Division Chief Prosecutor.”
“Yes. Long time.”
Straightening, her lewd smile stirred my cock. This bitch had a knack for teasing it.
“Wreaths arrived fine.”
“Hehe… yes.”
Wreaths lined the hall and office. I entered her domain. She followed, ordering before closing the door.
“Everyone inside, prep.”
“Yes, Chief.”
Click.
Door shut, I pulled her waist in. Savored her body and scent crashing into me.
“Ahhng…♥.”
“Listen to that moan. Your coquetry's improved, Inaeun.”
“Of course… I'm Master's jotjip, after all?”
Out of it. But hot. Arousal spiked.
Arms around her, I guided to her desk. A sleek black nameplate: Division Chief Prosecutor Inaeun.
“Whoa~.”
Familiar feel. Picked it up, examined.
“This the one I made you?”
“Of course. Master made it.”
“Fancy.”
Held it, scanned the room. Worlds apart from her old office—cramped hellhole from photos, buried in papers, shared by four. This? Spacious.
“Your place was cramped too. I trashed it. Traces still there?”
“No way. Even I don't tolerate infinite mess.”
“Yeah. Suits your personality.”
First time in her apartment: soulless. Bare essentials, sterile silence. Nothing like her killer body's vibe. Made you wonder her inner world.
“Buy a house nearby in your name.”
“Oh my.”
“Commute from there post-purchase.”
“Ahh… thank you, Master. I was hoping to commute from your side~.”
“Ha.”
Seductive vixen. Foxier by the day. Cock-throbbing.
“Whatever. Pussy's better close.”
Handed back the plate, stroked her face. Nudged her to the desk.
Smack.
Light kiss, lips on her face, whispered.
“Sit.”
“…Yes.”
Eyes locked on mine, she perched on the desk. Without prompting, positioned the plate clearly—title and name visible—then spread her legs wide, feet up.
Seductive bitch. Knew exactly what I wanted.
“Division Chief Prosecutor Inaeun. Use me as you please♥.”