Lewd Fiend: Jongchil - 16
Wi Sahu entered the interrogation room again. Jongchil stared at her impassively. Her expression had changed subtly. It carried a strange tension, somehow.
"Shall we start again?" Jongchil said in a leisurely tone.
Wi Sahu nodded and took her seat. Until now, she'd held the reins of the conversation, but after that brief break, it felt like the dynamic had shifted. She realized this man in front of her had adapted to the stiff atmosphere of the interrogation room. A troubling development.
"Very well. Sorry to keep you waiting so long."
"It wasn't that long."
Jongchil brushed off her polite formality with deadpan ease. A faint, enigmatic smile played on his lips. But Wi Sahu had no time to dwell on it. Her mind was consumed with one thought: she had to expose this man's penis. If Cheong-ah in the next room could inspect it, they'd know for sure if he was the lewd fiend or not. If that happened, this damn case could finally end.
She swallowed hard.
Why do I keep feeling like I'm missing something?
The back of her neck prickled oddly, but she pushed the sensation aside and focused on the task at hand. What she needed to do was confirm his penis. But how the hell was she supposed to manage that?
"Um... do you need to use the privy, by any chance?"
After agonizing, Wi Sahu finally spoke—and instantly regretted it. The privy, out of nowhere? What kind of ridiculous suggestion was that? It was utterly unlike her meticulous, ironclad self. She might even come off as a fool to him. She moved to correct herself, but Jongchil beat her to it.
"Yeah, I am feeling the urge. Haven't gone in a while."
Wi Sahu inwardly cheered. She'd screwed up, but somehow things were working out. He didn't seem to find her words strange. The situation was tilting in her favor.
Jongchil addressed the secretly elated Wi Sahu. "Mind if I step out to the privy for a bit?"
"Ah... We're in the middle of an interrogation, so leaving the room isn't ideal."
She paused for breath, then continued. This was the crucial part. She drove in the wedge to inspect his penis.
"But if it's a chamber pot you need, I can fetch one."
"......"
Jongchil gave her a peculiar look. Wi Sahu replayed her words and realized her blunder. Locking him in here for questioning and offering a chamber pot instead of the privy? Any martial artist would explode in rage, even at the Alliance Leader. It wasn't just rude—it bordered on insult.
Her face flushed crimson, like a ripe cockscomb flower.
"That last remark, I—"
"Fine by me. Bring the chamber pot."
Despite her outrageous rudeness, Jongchil accepted with compliance. His face was so bright, no one would think he'd been insulted. It made Wi Sahu feel uneasy instead.
What's going on...? I feel off today. I'm spouting one absurd slip after another... And why is this guy going along with my nonsense so easily?
Wi Sahu felt detached from her own body, like it wasn't hers. She was saying things she'd never utter normally. And the kicker? This man was accepting every idiotic word. Why was he following her lead like this? Was he innocent, maybe?
Dozens of thoughts swirled, but sitting idle wouldn't reveal answers. Wi Sahu left the room and returned with a small chamber pot—the kind young servants used at night. She set it before Jongchil.
"Here you go."
"Got it. I'll piss in this, then."
With that, Jongchil casually dropped his pants. Wi Sahu whipped her head away. His sudden move was beyond her expectations.
Soon, a clear whoosh echoed from ahead. Something sweet-scented wafted too. Wi Sahu sneaked a glance back. Jongchil was pissing freely. Bright yellow urine gushed from his penis like a waterfall. He didn't glance her way once, just emptied himself into the pot. Hell, he yanked his pants down to his ankles, boldly exposing his cock to her. His brazenness made her shrink back.
"Hmm. About eighty percent done? Not bad, this setup. Gotta reward it later."
"Wh-what was that?"
Wi Sahu caught his mutter and pressed him.
"Said I feel alive now. Thanks."
Despite the humiliation, Jongchil thanked her. Wi Sahu numbly accepted it. Her eyes flicked to the one-way mirror dominating one wall. Had Cheong-ah gotten a good look at his penis from the other side? That was priority one.
"I-I'll take care of this chamber pot."
Wi Sahu grabbed it and slipped out—an excuse to meet Cheong-ah. She burst into the next room.
"Cheong-ah! What do you think!?"
Chamber pot in hand, she rushed to Cheong-ah, who was glued to the mirror, observing the interrogation room like she'd been entranced, drool dribbling sloppily.
"Phew! Uh, yeah... it definitely looks like the lewd fiend's dick."
"Eek!? D-Dick?"
"Yeah, dick. That's what you call a penis."
"Right... Anyway, is it the lewd fiend's tool?"
"It matches, but from this distance, I can't be one hundred percent sure. And identifying someone just by dick shape is trickier than it sounds."
Wi Sahu bit her lip at Cheong-ah's words. After all this effort, still not enough?
Cheong-ah spoke to the crestfallen Wi Sahu. "But semen would clinch it."
"Semen? What's that?"
The unfamiliar term made Wi Sahu ask.
"The white stuff that squirts from a guy's dick when he's excited. The smell and texture can pinpoint a person. If we get that, we could definitely confirm if he's the fiend... er, that guy."
"Semen... How do we get it?"
"I told you—guys release it when aroused. So, obviously, you gotta get him horny first."
Even then, Wi Sahu floundered. Cheong-ah grinned at her and continued. "So... Chief, you should take off your outer robe, slip off those bottom undies, and ditch that tight breast binder squeezing your tits..."
Cheong-ah dressed her up like a doll. Wi Sahu ended up a stunning female expert with her ample breasts on display. No bottoms at all—she'd yanked her top down to cover below. True missing-pants fashion. Undies off too. A cool breeze tickled between her legs, a novel sensation.
"Carry your undies like this. If he asks why you took them off, say it got hot. Then give them to him. He might jerk off with them."
"J-Jerk off!?"
Even the sexually naive Wi Sahu knew masturbation. Embarrassing, but during grueling training at Botamun, she'd done it herself.
"Yep. When guys jerk off, semen comes out. I can check it and tell if he's the lewd fiend."
Wi Sahu glanced worriedly at the wall. "But from here, semen might not show well. Can you confirm properly?"
"True... How about this? You bring his semen to me—in your mouth."
"In my mouth?"
"Lend him your mouth for jerking off. He'll probably cum in it. Then I check."
Wi Sahu clapped at the brilliant solution. Perfect—no suspicion, and she could get the semen. Too innocent for such smutty ideas herself.
"R-Right. So, I just tell him to use my mouth for it?"
"Should work. Guys don't cum endlessly—time it right."
With Cheong-ah's advice, Wi Sahu returned to Jongchil. She'd left him alone multiple times, but he never complained. Lucky—he seemed merciful. Could such a man really be the lewd fiend?
No. He might be acting the whole time. Don't drop your guard till Cheong-ah confirms.
His cooperation made things smooth. The Twin Black Lewd Fiend legend might end here.
As Wi Sahu entered, Jongchil looked up. Her outfit was indescribably slutty. Even her nipples poked out prominently. No pants or skirt. She'd desperately tugged her top down to cover, but it amplified the absurd sexiness of the no-bottoms look. She screamed AV cover model prepping for a shoot.
"Chief Wi. What's with the getup? You look like a brothel whore fresh off a fuck."
His words triggered a mild headache, but it faded quick. Recalling his earlier line, Wi Sahu sensed something off.
Why's he suddenly complimenting me? What's his angle?
She was interrogating him—he shouldn't welcome her. Yet here he was, praising her. Maybe distracting from something he didn't want exposed.
Wi Sahu vowed not to fall for his tricks.
"Ahem! Nothing much. Got hot suddenly, so I ditched the undies. See? They're soaked."
She set her drenched undies on the table. Jongchil snatched them casually, held them to the lantern to inspect, sniffed deeply, then rubbed them on his face.
"Nice fit. Shape's a bit crude, but that adds charm. Oh ho! Soaked in pussy juice."
"Wh-what!?"
"Pussy juice. Drenched in your slutty fluids. In heat, are we?"
"Y-Yes. Seems like it. But flattery won't get you anywhere. Ahem!"
Wi Sahu tuned out his praise barrage. Jongchil brought her undies to his cock, standing grotesquely erect. Her eyes locked on his right hand. He naturally wrapped them around his dick and stroked.
Chance!
She sidled up as he masturbated and whispered huskily in his ear. "Young hero Jong. If it's alright... may I offer my mouth?"
If he bit, she'd collect his semen—proof he was the fiend.
"Pardon? Your mouth, Chief? Hmm... But these undies feel better for jerking."
His nonchalant response blindsided her. Wi Sahu's face grew desperate. Cheong-ah said guys cum finitely—if she missed this shot, the fiend might slip away forever.
"M-My mouth would feel way better than those undies!"
"But I wanna use the undies. Hmm, why should I use your mouth?"
"Th-That's..."
"Well, if you grovel on all fours and piss yourself begging, maybe. Not feeling it now."
At his words, Wi Sahu's face lit up with hope.