The Convenience Store Gang Rape Case
All characters, events, and locations appearing in this novel are fictional. Any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental.
### July 2024. The full force of the summer heat had begun. Rumors that the cyber wrecker "Han Jin"'s legal troubles had been resolved spread throughout the internet broadcasting world, and Law Firm Sukphil was suddenly flooded with requests for representation beyond sex crimes. "Rape, assault, theft, public property damage, psychotropic drugs, prostitution, cyber defamation, embezzlement, breach of trust, inheritance, divorce... It's practically a department store," Suk Ho-pil muttered. He had founded Law Firm Sukphil to specialize in sex crimes, yet it felt as though the firm had devolved into an ordinary Seocho-dong law office. "That's a rich man's complaint. Just make sure I get my bonus. I'm the one writing all the briefs anyway." "Han Seo-rin, you're in a position where you should be paying me to learn. Getting a salary on top of that means you ought to be bowing to me." "Kuh!!!" Han Seo-rin was at a loss for words. His statement was true. Some lawyers enter the profession at large firms or as junior associates in Seocho-dong, only to leave within one, two, or even five years because they are overworked and gain nothing. When a lawyer like Suk Ho-pil takes on cases across multiple fields, the associates beneath him become jacks-of-all-trades. They gain confidence and either open their own practices or pass the judicial exam to enter public service. This kind of apprenticeship used to be common. Not anymore. With everyone claiming to be a "specialist" in one narrow area, what lawyers learn is limited. Even if the pay is decent, they only burn through their youth and never get the chance to open their own firm. How can you open a practice when you only know one field? So they quit early and move to in-house counsel positions at companies or public institutions to build another career. The worst are those bloated with self-importance who rent offices cheaper than Seocho-dong in some other neighborhood—Teheran-ro, for example—and boast about coming from a large firm. People who don't know any better might be fooled by "elite university graduate, large firm alum." Dig a little deeper and the illusion collapses. How many lawyers didn't graduate from elite universities? Even elite graduates get pushed out of large firms when they lack real skill, fail the judge or prosecutor exams, and can't land decent in-house roles at corporations. They scrape by for a while as solo practitioners or junior associates using the meager knowledge they've picked up, telling themselves "what they've learned is thievery." But the business model mentioned in the previous episode doesn't work for them. A client who brings one case should bring another, yet these kinds of solo practitioners never get a second case from the same person. Suk Ho-pil had seen countless lawyers like that. [Blinded by immediate profit and ripping off clients only earns you a bad reputation in return.] Word spreads that you're the shady lawyer who overcharges clients you meet through connections. The client who might have brought you more work if you'd done a good job goes elsewhere instead. Then they quietly disappear. Those who lived in the provinces return to their hometowns and become small-town lawyers. Rent there is incomparably cheaper than Seoul, and parents or relatives bring them minor cases, so they can at least put food on the table. Or they become in-house counsel at some mid-sized company no one's ever heard of. That's still relatively fortunate. [At least the female lawyers who marry well after getting their license have it better.] Female lawyers marry well. Many marry doctors. Pretty, competent female lawyers marry doctors. But what about the incompetent, unattractive ones? They're on the verge of being expelled from the legal world—will marriage really save them? Male lawyers have it harder. Female lawyers can at least specialize in divorce cases, but male lawyers struggle to handle divorce from the husband's side. They lack the meticulous observational skills. Worst of all are the lawyers who rent shared office space with no real grasp of the law. They need to get out of there as soon as possible. Avoid any lawyer who's been in one of those places for over a year. [How the hell did someone who doesn't know shit about the law become a lawyer?] It was a baffling question. In these dismal times, an unexpected client arrived at Law Firm Sukphil. Ding-dong— The bell on the door rang. It was the hour after lunch when drowsiness usually crept in. A woman appeared wearing a hat pulled low and a mask. Dressed in long sleeves and long pants in the middle of summer, she looked like she might have schizophrenia. "Who is it?" Park Tae-gi greeted her from right by the door. "I... came to see Lawyer Suk Ho-pil." Her voice was clear and gentle. Despite her suspicious appearance, Tae-gi stood up and responded kindly. After all, anyone who came to the office deserved basic courtesy, even if they were mentally ill. "If you want to consult with the lawyer, the fee is 300,000 won per hour." That line usually made walk-in clients turn around. It couldn't be helped. Seocho-dong was full of people with mental health issues. (Or old folks trying to file absurd lawsuits.) "I'm an acquaintance..." "You know our lawyer personally?" "Yes. We got to know each other at the convenience store in front of 'Jung & Han.'" "Ah... just a moment." In truth, Suk Ho-pil had heard the entire exchange between her and Tae-gi from outside. After all, Law Firm Sukphil, located above the bean sprout hangover soup restaurant, was so small that calling it the size of a booger wouldn't be an exaggeration. Soundproofing was nonexistent. "Who is it? Gu A-rin?" Suk Ho-pil tried to recall the old Gu A-rin. She had been an extremely beautiful college student preparing to become a weather caster. He found it odd that Park Tae-gi was turning her away. "Gu A-rin?" "Lawyer?" Suk Ho-pil was startled. This wasn't the convenience store part-timer Gu A-rin from his memories. When she lowered her mask, a haggard face appeared. In weather that had hit 36 degrees Celsius, her long-sleeved, long-pants outfit gave off the smell of a homeless person.
### "What happened?" Suk Ho-pil had Han Seo-rin sit in on the meeting room for the female client, Gu A-rin. "I was raped." "So the defensive clothing is a result of the trauma." It was bitter. Even if false accusation cases had increased lately, half of sex crime cases were still genuine. Claiming "I'm innocent" was typical criminal behavior, so not every suspect who claimed false accusation was actually innocent. "Oh my, Lawyer. You're being cold. Why would you say it like that?" Han Seo-rin flared up beside him. "What? The client herself is fine with it, so why are you butting in?" "Your empathy is zero, seriously. Can I talk to Gu A-rin alone?" Gu A-rin flinched and stopped Han Seo-rin. "I know Lawyer Suk Ho-pil well. That's why I came. His unkind way of speaking is fine." "No, I wasn't being unkind." "Gu A-rin, you must also know that Lawyer Suk Ho-pil is trash, right?" "Yes, Lawyer Han Seo-rin. You're the twin sister of Lawyer Han Seo-yoon, aren't you?" "That's right. Does my sister still stop by the convenience store sometimes?" "Yes. Even though you're fraternal twins, you look quite similar." "Hold on, what do you mean I'm unkind and trash?" "You're insanely lazy. Fuck, you dump all the work on me." "How many times do I have to say it? I'm doing it for your own good." "Briefs, client visits, filings, even coffee runs..." "That's not the important part right now. Let's hear what happened to our client Gu A-rin." "Lawyer. At first, I thought we were just seeing each other casually." "Hmm. A-rin has high standards. Who on earth was it? Anyway, here's some paper. Write it down. If you just talk, you'll ramble." Suk Ho-pil treated taking a rape victim's statement with the same detached tone as a market auntie haggling over fish. Han Seo-rin shot him a glare. "Yes, I'll write the statement first." "If the keyboard is easier, I'll give you a laptop. Or paper." "Please give me the laptop." "Hey, Han Seo-rin. Go get your laptop." "Eh? Mine?" "Obviously. You're going to write the brief anyway." "Kah!! Die!!" "Hurry up and bring it." Han Seo-rin grumbled as she left the meeting room. "Don't worry, A-rin. I'll make sure they get prison time." "N-not just one or two people. It was a gang rape. They took turns... Waaahhh." She began to sob wretchedly. Only then did Suk Ho-pil grasp the gravity of the case. A moment later, Gu A-rin began typing out the full details of the rape incident on the keyboard with extreme specificity.
### "Look at those massive tits. A body optimized for pregnancy." "Hyung-nim, how does it taste?" "Do I need to say it out loud? It's fucking delicious. Shit, I feel like I've gotten ten years younger." Sob sob sob... Hic... Stop... Stop... No matter how much she cried and begged, it was useless. On top of her body, the full-body tattooed thug that Jang Samuel had brought was thrashing about, violently thrusting his cock into her. "Hah, hah... I really want to knock you up. You like this, you fucking bitch? You like it?" Thrust thrust thrust thrust thrust thrust— "It hurts. Fuck, it hurts... Sob sob." A-rin felt humiliated. She hated herself for having listened to the bullshit about "invited guests" and the like. She should have realized it then—the true nature of Jang Samuel. [The even more shameful truth was that I was feeling it.] It was common for rape victims to reach orgasm. Every time the sunflower-bead dildo moved in and out of her soaking wet vagina, a tingling stimulation traveled up her spine and spread through her entire body. Each thrust sent shivers through her, as if her whole body were drenched in dopamine. "Good thing we drugged her, right, Hyung-nim?" "Yeah, really good... Hah hah... We're the ones doing the service. This bitch isn't offering her body to us—we're the ones offering ours to her." Samuel watched the two of them copulate. With his pitch-black skin, he reminded her of a writhing lizard. "You're in excellent health, Hyung-nim. Please enjoy your meal, sir." He bowed ninety degrees and tried to leave. "Where the fuck do you think you're going, you bastard? Get over here and join the threesome so there won't be any complaints later." "Huh? Me? I couldn't possibly—" "It's fine. You've got the size for it too. Strip already." "Then... if you'll excuse me..." Jang Samuel pulled down his pants. His cock was already erect and standing stiff between his muscular thighs. "Ah... What are you doing... Samuel... Oppa, stop this." "A-rin. You like sucking cock, don't you?" "This is rape..." "I knew you'd say that. Hey, Jang Samuel, shut this bitch up with your dick." "Yes, sir!" Samuel excitedly shoved his cock into her mouth. "Kkuang!!" The woman hated herself. If she bit down with the force of her jaw, his cock would be severed. But unconsciously, she opened her mouth. Once his thick shaft filled it, an even stronger wave of dopamine began to dominate her brain. She automatically sucked on the cock moving in and out of her mouth, moving her throat and swirling her tongue. "This bitch is coming! She's coming!!!" As her G-spot was stimulated and she was violated by two cocks at once, Gu A-rin climaxed in an overwhelming orgasm.