The Shrimp Bow
“Ma'am.”
Sua opened the door for me. I took one step out. The cops lined up on either side of the car like an escort, and Emilia—who'd been lounging casually—straightened up and bowed at the waist. Her expression still carried that signature 2% sourness. The bodyguards she'd brought along bowed too.
I stepped fully outside. Those who'd greeted me kept their waists bent. And that's when my eyes met those of the brazen prosecutor, Inaeun.
She stood around 170 cm tall, with a slender, lithe figure overall. Yet her breasts were plump and ripe, perfectly shaped for grabbing.
“An honor to meet you, young master.”
Was that sincere, or just dry formality? Inaeun capped her opening line like that, then slowly bent at the waist.
“I'm Prosecutor Inaeun.”
Pretty damn respectful for a prosecutor greeting some civilian. The guy next to her hesitated, then awkwardly bowed too.
“...I'm from the prosecutor's investigation team.”
But this prick's eyes rubbed me the wrong way. Why the hell are they bulging like that?
“Prosecutor, you're more polite than I expected. Nothing fancy to introduce myself with—I'm just the young master. Run a small business on the side.”
I tossed that out casually, wondering if I should just brush past, when a fun idea hit me. I stopped right in front of Inaeun.
“...?”
Right now, thanks to Seo Eun-mi's soft titty-fucking and seeing Inaeun in the flesh, I was rock-hard. Down in my panties, it was even starting to leak a bit. And Inaeun was bent over, bowing to me in this exact moment.
If I stepped right up to her like this...? Her eyes would naturally lock onto my crotch. Meaning she'd get an unwanted eyeful of my fully erect cock.
I stood in front of her, pretending to adjust myself by tugging at my pant leg. My already tented pants clung even tighter, making the bulge stand out more prominently.
“...!”
Inaeun didn't react much. Boring.
“Let's talk inside. Feels like we've got plenty to say to each other.”
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We headed to the 8th-floor reception room, which was starting to feel like my personal hangout. Emilia set out some light refreshments, placing a cup of coffee in front of me. No steam rising—I touched it lightly, and it was stone cold, long gone.
“? This is cold as hell.”
She'd just had training yesterday, and already rebelling—
“This lady asked me to pass it along.”
“She told me to brew coffee, so I did.”
“...”
“Lots of sugar too.”
Inaeun had brewed it herself. Huh. What a trip. No clue what to say to this.
“Don't like cold coffee?”
I leaned back in my chair, cup in hand.
“Don't hate it. Easier to drink. Lets you taste it more intensely somehow.”
I crossed my legs.
“But it's a first. Someone serving me cold coffee.”
“You're taking a lot of my firsts today. Let's call this one mine.”
“...”
What the hell is with this woman? Still couldn't read her intentions. Does she want to nail me, or suck up?
I slurped it down. No need for me to overthink it. Arrest warrant or resume—either way, she's the one submitting it. I just decide the menu based on what she brings.
“Ahem, a few questions. For the record, any statements here could be used against you in court—”
“Permission.”
“—to your disadva... Huh?”
“Never gave permission for you to start investigating either.”
Clink. I set the cup down. Perfect for chugging, but even cold coffee like this had some sloshing left.
“Never said you could investigate on your own whim.”
The male investigator's voice rose, pissed off.
“...Whether we investigate or not is up to the prosecutor, not you!”
“If you're that delusional, your lifeline's short.”
“What did you say?!”
“Let's make it clear with the prosecutor. Is she submitting an arrest warrant or a resume? That's how we start talking.”
“The more I listen, the more full of shit you are!!!”
The guy couldn't hold back his rage and shot up from his seat.
“How dare you look at the prosecutor! She's—”
“Only one option, right?”
Inaeun stood too. And bowed again. Deeper than before.
“If you'll use me, I'll serve you with all my heart, young master.”
Her waist bent nearly 90 degrees. The kind of bow you rarely see.
“Wha...? Pro...secutor...?”
The investigator was stunned by the shocking turn. Just seconds ago, he'd been preaching her moral perfection, and now she shattered it spectacularly.
“Serve me?”
“If you'll accept.”
I pulled out a cigarette. As always, Seo Eun-mi approached to light it. The smoke cleared my head a bit.
Fuu.
“Kinda anticlimactic. Thought there'd be more back-and-forth. Y'know, like in movies—tense standoffs with guns or words.”
“I thought you liked cold coffee. The kind you can down in one go.”
“Said I didn't hate it. Never said I liked it.”
“Noted.”
She straightened up.
“Shall I submit the arrest warrant then?”
Laughter burst out at the absurdity.
“Now?”
“If that's more stimulating for you.”
“The soup's already gone cold.”
I stubbed the cigarette on the table.
“Heard you're known as the flawless prosecutor. All smoke and mirrors?”
“A flawless prosecutor's useful in many ways.”
“Didn't think the guy who could wield a useful prosecutor like a blade might already have bigger weapons? Like, the country. People around me handle shit with just a word.”
“Fair point for the young master. So, am I out?”
“...”
Inaeun didn't flinch. Did she think she'd pass for sure, or did failure not matter? She'd sworn to serve me, yet her motives stayed vague.
“If I don't please you... I'm doomed. No salvation—just a meat doll to be thoroughly ravaged. Probably end up as a sexbot delivered to my bedroom. Every hole worn out as a cum dump, then tossed in some deserted mountain as a corpse.”
“Holes get worn out, sure. But I don't toss women. Gotta keep 'em for the long haul.”
“Understood.”
Anyway, her intent to serve seemed genuine. She'd bet her whole life on this soul-stripping all-in. Impressive in her own way. Guess Sua's cop instincts nailed it. Damn, that's why they hire vets.
“Think we've said enough.”
I stood. Sua approached Inaeun.
“We welcome you, but you're cheeky—so punishment first.”
“Pardon?”
Thwuk. Sua shot a tranquilizer dart into Inaeun's nape. Her eyes fluttered shut, body crumpling instantly.
“Prosecutor!! You, you bast—”
Bang! A real bullet slammed into the raging investigator's forehead. Brains and blood sprayed like fireworks as his corpse flopped down.
“Kyaaah!!!”
Emilia yelped in shock.
“What're you screaming about?”
“Ri...right outta nowhere...!”
“Useless pricks who act up get killed.”
“...”
I turned from the trembling Emilia and gave orders. Was gonna fuck her here, but it ended too quick—might as well torment her a bit.
“Clean Inaeun up thoroughly. Enema too, full works.”
“Yes, Master.”
Sua hoisted the unconscious prosecutor. Male cops might be stronger, but no way I'd let some dude touch my pussy house. Men don't enter my place unless special circumstances— they guard the grounds at best.
Down to the underground garage to head home. Just as we passed the auto-door to board the car, an alarm blared through the building.
“What the—?”
Boom! A car screeched wildly into the garage entrance.
Screeech! Tires barely under control, it skidded to a halt.
“Proseeeeecutor!!!!!”
Doors flew open; two guys jumped out.
“Put the prosecutor down right nooow!!!!”
“More side dishes?”
The front guy charging was practically frothing, eyes rolled back. His face screamed husband.
“What're you waiting for? Load her up.”
“Yes.”
Sua shoved Inaeun into the car; I climbed in too.
“Uwaaaaaah!!!!”
As the guy closed in, cops blocked him.
“Kill 'em?”
Sua's question. I shook my head.
“Nah. Good reactions. Send pics later. Heavy mosaic.”
Just enough to show what Inaeun got up to with me. Oh, slip her home address—might come charging with fire in his eyes? Then right in front of him...
Eh, but flashing my naked pussy house might be too much.
'Think on that later.'
“Drive.”
“Yes.”
The car pulled out. The nameless bastard's howls faded smaller and smaller.