Click.

“Sir.”

Suah opened the door for me, and I stepped outside.

Police officers lined up on either side of the car like a protective barrier. Emilia, who had been standing with a casual slouch, straightened her posture and gave a slight bow, though her expression still carried that faint scowl. The security guards she brought with her also lowered their heads.

I fully emerged. Those bowing kept their heads down.

Then, I met the eyes of the bold Prosecutor Na-eun.

She stood tall, around 170 centimeters, with a slender frame and a nicely shaped chest that seemed just right for grabbing.

“It’s an honor to meet you, sir.”

Was she being genuine, or was it just a hollow greeting?

Prosecutor Na-eun adorned her first words with a slow bow.

“Prosecutor Lee Na-eun.”

It was quite a polite greeting, especially for a prosecutor addressing a mere civilian. The man beside her followed suit with a clumsy bow, after hesitating.

“…I’m a detective with the prosecutor’s office.”

But I didn’t like the way this guy was looking at me. Why’s he staring like that?

“You’re quite polite, Prosecutor. I don’t have anything as grand as a title; I’m just called ‘Sir.’ I run a small business.”

I threw out my words casually, and as I was about to pass her, I had a good idea. I stepped closer, positioning myself directly in front of Prosecutor Na-eun.

“…?”

Now, thanks to Suah’s soft handiwork and Na-eun’s physical presence, I was fully aroused. It was to the point where I could feel a bit of dampness in my underwear.

And right now, Prosecutor Na-eun was bowing to greet me. So if I stand right in front of her...

Naturally, her gaze would fall on my groin. She’d inadvertently catch sight of my fully erect manhood.

I pretended to adjust my pants as I stood before her, grabbing the waistband and pulling it tighter. The movement caused the outline of my bulging erection to become even more prominent.

“…!”

No reaction from her. Disappointing.

“Let’s go inside and talk. Seems like we’ve got a lot to discuss.”

+++

We headed to the eighth-floor lounge, which felt like my own private hideout by now. Emilia set out some snacks and placed a cup of coffee in front of me. I touched the cup—it was already cold.

“Huh? This is ice-cold.”

Didn’t I just give her some training yesterday? So, she’s still defiant—

“This gentleman here asked me to pass it along.” “He asked for coffee, so I made him some.” “…” “And I added plenty of sugar.”

Apparently, it was Prosecutor Na-eun who’d prepared the coffee.

Well, what can I say? I’m not sure what to make of her. What kind of character is she, exactly?

“Do you dislike cold coffee?”

I picked up the cup and leaned back in my chair.

“Not at all. It’s easy to drink, and the flavor’s a bit richer.”

I crossed my legs.

“But it’s a first. No one’s ever given me cold coffee before.” “I imagine you’ll be taking quite a few of my firsts today, so consider this one taken.” “….”

What is this woman’s deal? I still can’t get a read on her.

Does she want to catch me, or does she want to get in with me?

Sip.

Well, that’s not really my concern. Whether it’s an arrest warrant or a resume, she’s the one submitting it. I just decide what’s on the menu based on what’s handed to me.

“Ahem, I have a few questions for you. Just so you know, anything you say here can and will be used agai—”

“Permission.”

“—nst… What?” “I never gave you permission to speak.”

Clink.

I put the cup down. Though it was cold coffee perfect for downing in one go, I hadn’t finished it yet.

“I also never gave you permission to start an investigation.”

The male detective seemed agitated, his voice raising slightly.

“…Whether or not an investigation happens is up to the prosecutor, not you!” “If you keep believing that, your life will be cut short.” “What did you say?!” “Let’s make this clear, Prosecutor. Are you here to present an arrest warrant, or a resume? We can’t start the conversation otherwise.” “I’ve had enough! You—”

Unable to hold back, the man jumped to his feet.

“You can’t talk to the prosecutor like that! She’s—”

“Isn’t there only one answer?”

Prosecutor Na-eun also stood, and once again, she bowed deeply before me. This time, even more deeply than before.

“If you would accept me, I would serve you with all my heart, Sir.”

She bent at nearly a 90-degree angle—a rare show of extreme respect.

“Uh… Prosecutor…?”

The detective was in shock. Just seconds ago, he was practically singing her praises as a paragon of virtue. But now, the prosecutor herself had shattered that illusion.

“You’d serve me?” “If you’ll have me.”

I took out a cigarette. Suah immediately came over to light it for me. The smoke helped clear my mind a little.

Exhale.

“This is kind of dull. I expected more—maybe some back-and-forth, like in movies, where they fight to the death with guns or words.” “I thought you enjoyed cold coffee. It’s easy to drink in one go.” “I said I didn’t dislike it. I never said I liked it.” “I see.”

She straightened back up.

“Shall I present the arrest warrant, then?”

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Now? After all that?” “If it excites you more.” “Feels a bit anticlimactic at this point.”

I stubbed out the cigarette on the table.

“Your reputation as the flawless prosecutor precedes you. Was it all just an act?” “Flawless prosecutors have their uses, in various ways.” “Anyone who can wield a useful prosecutor like a knife probably has many other weapons at their disposal. For example, an entire country. I have people around me who take care of things on their own just by dropping a hint.” “Undoubtedly, someone of your stature would. So, am I disqualified?” “….”

Na-eun didn’t seem even slightly shaken.

Does she think she’s guaranteed to be accepted, or does she just not care if she’s not?

She claims she’ll serve me, yet her intentions are as inscrutable as ever.

“If I haven’t met your standards, then I suppose my fate is sealed. I’ll be nothing more than a meat puppet to be thoroughly defiled, every hole worn down by a monstrous brute. Perhaps my future mirrors the sexbot dumped in my bedroom—a shell, cast aside in a desolate place.” “Oh, your holes will be used up, sure. But I won’t throw you away. Why waste a woman? I’ll savor you for as long as I please.” “I see.”

She seems genuinely intent on serving me, even if it means staking her entire life on this. I suppose Suah’s instincts were right. Impressive. This is why people hire seasoned pros.

“Looks like we’ve said all we need to.”

I stood, and Suah approached Prosecutor Na-eun.

“You’re welcome here, but you’ll need to take a hit first.” “Pardon?”

Thunk.

Suah shot a tranquilizer into Prosecutor Na-eun’s neck. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she slumped to the floor.

“Prosecutor! You… you bastard—”

Bang!

Before the detective could react, a bullet pierced between his eyes. His brains splattered like a firework, and his body collapsed.

“Aaagh!”

Emilia shrieked.

“What are you screaming about?” “It’s just… so sudden!” “If someone useless resists, they die.” “….”

Ignoring the trembling Emilia, I issued my orders. Originally, I planned to have my way with her here, but since it ended quicker than expected, I might as well have some fun with her later.

“Get Prosecutor Na-eun cleaned up, and give her a full enema.” “Yes, Sir.”

Suah slung the unconscious Prosecutor over her shoulder. While a male guard might have been physically stronger, I’d never let a man touch one of my women. Unless it’s an extraordinary situation, no men enter my home. They guard the perimeter or stay outside.

I made my way to the underground parking lot to head home. Just as I passed through the automatic doors and approached the car, an alarm sounded throughout the building.

“What now?”

Boom!

A car came skidding wildly into the parking lot entrance.

Screeeech!

It stopped just in time, tires screeching.

“Prosecutor!!”

Two men jumped out of the car.

“Put the prosecutor down right now!” “Another one?”

The guy in front was running at me with wild eyes. Judging by his expression, he looked like he was Na-eun’s husband.

“What are you waiting for? Load her up.” “Yes.”

Suah shoved Na-eun into the car, and I climbed in beside her.

“Arghhhh!!!”

The guy got close enough for the guards to block his path.

“Shall I kill him?” Suah asked.

I shook my head.

“Leave him. He’s putting on quite a show. Let’s send him a few photos later, heavily pixelated.”

Just enough to make him aware of what I did to Prosecutor Na-eun, with a few heavily pixelated photos. Maybe I’ll even include her home address so he’ll rush over here, flames in his eyes. When that happens, perhaps I’ll show him, in person, exactly what’s become of her...

Though, I’m not sure I want to expose myself entirely to some random guy. That’s a thought for later.

“Let’s go.” “Yes, Sir.”

The car began to move, and the desperate shouting of the unknown man gradually faded away into the distance.