Chapter 186: My Territory
Oh Yoon-ju, the deputy chief prosecutor, had worked at the Namdong District Prosecutors' Office a few years back. She'd often run errands for the deputy chief at the time, so she knew some of the office's weak spots. Coincidentally, the Special Investigations Department's chief's office had a vulnerability too. Not that it was anything grand—just a structural flaw. Both the chief's office and the adjacent conference room had windows right next to each other. Open the window closest to the other room, press your ear to it, and you could hear voices from across the way.
Of course, if they kept the windows shut in the chief's office, that was that. Still, on a whim, she slipped naturally into the conference room. Pretending to tidy up, she quietly closed the door and sidled over to the window. She cautiously cracked open the one nearest the chief's office and listened.
- Ah, yeah, something's coming through.
'Bingo...!'
But what the hell was that sound?
- Feels like there's even more water now. Huh?
- Ahhng~. That's 'cause... it's a pussy house... ahhk!
'What the fuck...'
Yoon-ju's jaw dropped in silent shock as she clapped a hand over her mouth. The noises filtering through the window were unmistakably moans. And pussy house? Only one kind of vulgar act warranted that word. Listening closer, she could even hear the wet squelching—schlick, schlick.
'Ha... so much for all that high-and-mighty bullshit...'
She thought back to Inaeun from her Central District Prosecutors' Office days. While everyone else bent just enough to make things smooth, Inaeun had been a total stickler, following procedure to the letter. From day one, she'd been labeled airtight—no room for a needle. It wasn't long before she was sidelined from her cohort.
Her fellow prosecutors stopped talking to her, avoided working together unless necessary. Inaeun didn't lean on anyone either, sometimes shooting back looks laced with contempt. And now this woman...
- Aang! Hauk! Pussy... feels so gooood...!
...was spewing filth like that.
'...What a slut.'
The odds they were actually in love and just fucking? Please. How realistic was it for the heir to a mega-conglomerate that ran the country and some random prosecutor to be soulmates? Yeah, right.
'Wondered where she suddenly got her backing from... turns out she spread her legs for it.'
What a shameless bitch. How had she held out all this time with that itch? The thought that she'd bottled up every urge just for this payoff sent a slight chill down Yoon-ju's spine.
'Wait a sec... she brought in all women for her team... no way, she didn't set up a prosecutor joy squad for Gomuyeol, did she...??'
A creepy thought hit her. Maybe Inaeun had assembled a squad of prosecutors to please the man who'd boosted her this far.
A mere chief prosecutor couldn't meddle in assignments, sure. But Inaeun wasn't just any chief anymore. She was the hero who'd crushed two massive special probes under media spotlight—and her backing was none other than Goryeo Group's heir, Gomuyeol. Personnel tweaks? Child's play.
'...All young women prosecutors, and every one above average in looks and figure.'
Come to think of it, when Gomuyeol arrived today, Inaeun had insisted on introducing them. She'd called him 'Master...' in the heat of the moment—Yoon-ju had brushed it off then, but yeah, straight-up 'Master.'
'Ha, building a harem to offer up.'
There'd be upsides, no doubt. Hook up with Gomuyeol right, and you'd be set. Plenty would spread wide open thinking it was a golden ticket—hell, most might.
But not Yoon-ju. She wanted a long, slim life. No tangling with a titan like Gomuyeol, only to get axed when she became a liability or knew too much. No movie-script drama.
Just enough. Moderately comfortable.
'Gotta head back and think this over—'
Sticking around yielded nothing but moans. She stepped away from the window, heading for the door, when—
"Kyaaak!"
"?"
A strange woman stood right in front of her, sucking on a melon bar and staring.
"S-scared me...!"
Petite all around, but with big tits—a bit unbalanced. It was Danto, the one Gomuyeol had brought. And the secretary handling Danto watched her intently from the conference room door.
"H-how long have you been... there?"
Remembering she was with Gomuyeol's crew, Yoon-ju asked carefully.
Danto slurped the melon bar a couple times before pulling it out.
"Just got here? They said feel free to look around."
"Ah... right?"
Yoon-ju scratched her head awkwardly.
"Was just... closing the window... haha..."
She reached out, shut the window, nodded politely, and brushed past Danto. Quick steps to the door—she dipped her head to the secretary too and slipped out.
Their eyes followed her nape all the way.
"... "
Slurp. Danto resumed sucking the melon bar. Then she waddled to where Yoon-ju had been and opened the window.
- Aang! Ang! Haeung!
Inaeun's moans drifted over. Faint, but audible if you focused.
"...So sloppy."
All that smugness, stealing food—now this idiot slip-up. Danto gripped the window frame, melon bar in mouth, and hopped out.
"!"
The secretary rushed over, peering out. Danto hadn't fallen—she dangled, one hand on the sill.
"What are you—!"
Danto pressed a finger to her lips. The melon bar was annoying, but the message landed.
"??"
With arm strength alone, she swung up, foot on the railing, body flat to the wall. Agile as hell, she sidled sideways. Inaeun's moans and the pounding grew louder. Winter, and the chief's window was wide open.
"Jeez."
Balancing precariously, Danto reached out and shut it. Before it clicked fully, she mouthed, 'We can all hear you.'
I creampied Inaeun's pussy twice. Not much by count, but insane for the time spent. That's how horny this bitch was. Her looks, voice, actions—all primed for fucking, and the grip? Perfection. This was a pussy house incarnate. Ravaging her was pure bliss the whole time.
"Haa... hugh,"
I let out a sigh-like breath, pulled her close, and inhaled deep. Her scent filled me.
"They could hear everything, you know, Inaeun?"
I'd heard it clear enough mid-thrust—Danto's voice, probably, and the window rattling shut. Sounded like a heads-up from next door.
"Windows were open. In this winter."
"Ahng... on purpose... left 'em open... hehe."
"What? You should've fucking told me, you slut."
Squish!
"Kyaaak! S-sorry... ♥."
"You always pull some weird shit."
Not like filming or anything—moans leaking wasn't huge, but still annoying. I'd just pounded her ultra-sensitive post-climax pussy raw.
"Kyaaak!"
This bitch Inaeun thrashed with legs splayed wide. Goddamn her.
Ha. Why do I always wanna curse her out like a whore when I see her? Some scheme of hers too?
Seductive wench. Time to wreck that pussy proper.
"One more load."
.
.
Inaeun's posture on the sofa was sloppy. Attention split to her crotch, probably. Fucked her too hard? Lingering aftershocks.
"Probably the deputy chief was eavesdropping. She got used that way a lot. That one."
"Yeah? But Danto shut the window, sounded like."
Our Danto. Finally earned her keep.
"Danto might've spotted it first."
"Why leave it open?"
"Oom~. Cold?"
"Bullshit. If cold, you'd have shut it."
"True."
"Quit bullshitting. Spill before I fuck you in front of your team."
"I'd be fine with that~."
"... "
Aw, this dopamine junkie. She'd love getting wrecked as 'new stimulus.'
"Whatever. No point overthinking your dumbassery."
Inaeun smirked deep, then stood and approached. I was in the single-seater head chair—no room beside—but she perched her ass on the armrest.
"Master, to celebrate our new department, we're doing a big team dinner. Cover it?"
"Oh yeah? Getting bold with demands now. You my boss?"
"Think of it as my tribute."
"?"
Took a beat to click.
'Right, her whole team's women.'
Too long since seeing Inaeun—I'd overlooked it. All ten prosecutors in her department: young women. Faces fuzzy, but from the vibe, she picked for looks and bodies.
'Swallow a whole department, swap the prosecutor general for a woman later... game-changer. Throw in joint events with Namdong Police Station. Announce it as joint training publicly—pop champagne and fuckfest for real.'
'Even I think that's wild.'