TTS Vol 2 Ch 10.3

Park Chigyeong rubbed his penis against Taeri’s white buttocks. He ran a hand through his hair and then, in one swift motion, pushed himself inside her dry entrance. Their sex was always like this, devoid of any affectionate caresses.

“Ouch! It hurts… it hurts…”

He winced slightly, his breath hitching with annoyance, as he forced his way into her tight opening.

“Shhh, honey. Someone might hear…”

He covered her moaning lips with his hand and began to thrust. He started fast and hard, her bare skin rubbing against the leather of the sofa. 

Squeak, squeak, squeak.

His hand slipped inside her loose shirt, roughly kneading her nipples. He sucked on her earlobe, his thrusts growing faster and more forceful.

The expensive sofa remained unmoved, like a deeply rooted tree, but Taeri’s rootless world felt like it was falling apart.

Like an animal driven by pure instinct, Park Chigyeong thrust into her and pushed her head down roughly. Her cheek pressed against the cold leather as he lifted her hips higher, deepening the penetration and hitting her sensitive spot.

“Haa…”

“Taeri…”

His eyes, hazy with pleasure, fluttered open, his breath coming in ragged gasps against her back.

“Did you really… want things to work out for me…?”

He whispered something against her back, his breath hot on her skin, but the creaking of the leather was louder, drowning out his words.

When she didn’t answer, he yanked her hair back and cursed.

“Fuck, you didn’t, did you?”

Ah, he licked a path up her white neck, then pulled out abruptly, his thick cock leaving her with a hollow ache, only to thrust back in, burying himself deep inside her in one swift motion. 

Thud, thud, thud.

Taeri bit her lip to stifle a moan, the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth.

“Haa…”

He slowly sat up, his obsession with her neck momentarily forgotten. He gripped her buttocks to rotate her hips, and thrusts slow and deep, grinding against her sensitive spot.

“Hngh, mmmph, hngh.”

Unable to bear the tremors running through her body, Taeri thrashed, her hands reaching for something to hold on to. She found his forearm, her fingers digging into his firm muscles.

Park Chigyeong looked down at her, his face like that of a conquering ruler, and then said something she couldn’t believe.

“Shall we kiss like we did yesterday?”

He exhaled, his breath like a sigh, and grabbed her chin, turning her face towards him.

“…Yes.”

Alcohol was truly a terrifying thing. It made Park Chigyeong say such things, with such a look on his face.

“Open your mouth… honey…”

He coaxed, gently prying open her jaw and thrusting his tongue inside. Anyone listening would think he was a man who needed permission even for a kiss.

Despite her reluctance, Taeri found herself succumbing to the moment, accepting his tongue and offering her own in return.

Their tongues intertwined, exchanging saliva greedily.

The emotion that washed over Taeri in the early hours of the morning was close to despair.

Because she was happy. Secretly happy that his date with that unknown woman hadn’t gone well.

Nothing could be more pathetic and hopeless.

* * *

The atmosphere in Prosecutor Park Chigyeong’s office was tense. It was probably because of the correctional officers standing guard outside.

The meeting with Kang Sangbum took place in the private room attached to Chigyeong’s office. The meeting table was laden with food, mostly expensive sushi and high-quality Korean beef.

The administrative official, who had placed a cup of coffee in front of Park Chigyeong, trembled slightly as he closed the door and returned to his seat. The look on Park Chigyeong’s face as he looked at Kang Sangbum was chilling.

“Please, eat. This is good food.”

Chigyeong, impeccably dressed in his suit, gestured elegantly towards the food and smiled at Kang Sangbum, who sat across from him in his prison uniform.

“Prosecutor, why am I receiving this kind of treatment?”

He had once been an executive at a large company, so even though he was wearing a prison uniform, he retained the air of an educated man.

Chigyeong’s eyes and demeanor toward Kang Sangbum were somehow different from how he treated Seo Jungeun.

“You must be hungry. Please, eat something first.”

“I believe there’s no such thing as kindness or goodwill without a motive. I’d like to hear what you have to say first, Prosecutor.”

Kang Sangbum refused the disposable chopsticks Chigyeong offered and waited quietly for his answer. Chigyeong rubbed his furrowed brow, placed the chopsticks back on the table, and leaned back on the sofa. He placed his clasped hands on his thigh and spoke in a flat voice.

“I heard you’ve been refusing visits from your family. It seems to be true, judging by how unaware you are.”

“Unaware of what?”

“Miss Kang Taeri is your daughter, isn’t she?”

At the mention of Taeri’s name, Kang Sangbum’s eyes immediately reddened. Tears welled up as he repeated his daughter’s name.

“Taeri, our Taeri…”

As if her name were a fuse, Kang Sangbum’s shoulders began to shake as he began to wept silently.

“Taeri…”

Chigyeong watched him coldly as he sobbed, unable to speak. He shifted slightly and reached for a box of tissues.

“I know Taeri well. She was a university classmate of my younger brother’s, and a dear friend I cherish.”

“Is… that so?”

“Please, wipe your tears first.”

Handing Kang Sangbum a few tissues, Chigyeong added,

“Taeri will be here soon, and it would upset her to see you like this.”

Kang Sangbum’s eyes widened as he dabbed at his eyes with the tissue.

“Our… Taeri? Taeri is… coming here?”

“Yes. Kang Taeri is on her way. She’ll be here soon. You asked why you were receiving this kind of treatment.”

Chigyeong rubbed the back of his neck, his expression slightly bored. He sighed and was about to repeat the same explanation he had given countless times, but then seemed to change his mind and asked Kang Sangbum instead,

“Before that, Mr. Kang Sangbum, are you truly innocent?”

“…….”

“Strictly speaking, a small-fry case like this isn’t within the jurisdiction of the Special Investigations Unit I belong to. I’m taking a gamble on this, just for Taeri, but I need to know at least whether the cards I’m holding are a winning hand or a losing one.”

“……”

“You can speak freely. Even if you confess, your sentence won’t increase any further.”

“What’s the point of denying it now, Prosecutor?”

“Why wouldn’t there be a point? I’m on your side now, Mr. Kang Sangbum.”

“I’ve said hundreds of times that I’m innocent. But no one believed me. I’m grateful that you believe me and are willing to help, Prosecutor. But, regardless of that, I don’t want to fight a losing battle anymore. The physical and mental exhaustion is immense, as I know all too well. I don’t want to put my family through any more heartache. So please, Prosecutor, don’t give them false hope. You can’t win against them.”

Kang Sangbum’s eyes were now bloodshot, but with a different kind of rage. Chigyeong, staring directly into those enraged eyes, furrowed his brow slightly.

“False hope? Do you really think so?”

His tone was flat, but his displeasure was evident.

“Mr. Kang Sangbum.”

Chigyeong leaned forward, his hands still clasped together, closing the distance between them. His dark eyes glinted coldly.

“Look at your wrists. Look around you. See where you are, what kind of food is set before you, where this meeting is taking place, and who is about to enter this room. Look closely.”

There were no handcuffs on his wrists, no guards around him. Kang Sangbum was sitting comfortably in a private room within the Prosecutor’s office, at a table laden with expensive food, having a one-on-one meeting with a prosecutor.

Park Chigyeong was indirectly conveying his power, as if to say, Look how much influence I have. Don’t compare me to some ordinary prosecutor.

“Can you really… clear my name, Prosecutor?”

As if finally realizing something, Kang Sangbum’s eyes trembled as he looked at Chigyeong. His gaze was like that of a believer looking at a god.

“If you’re innocent, Mr. Kang Sangbum. Of course.”

“I’m innocent, Prosecutor! I’ve been wrongly accused!”

Kang Sangbum, his pent-up emotions finally bursting forth, grabbed Park Chigyeong’s hand as if it were a lifeline and bowed his head. Chigyeong smiled, a practiced expression, and offered him the chopsticks again.

“That’s all I need to hear. Now, please enjoy this delicious food while it’s still warm. These are dishes your daughter specifically asked me to ensure you’d eat.”

“Our… Taeri… How is she doing, Prosecutor?”

Kang Sangbum asked as he accepted the chopsticks. His previously guarded demeanor had softened considerably. Chigyeong peeled the wrapping off his own chopsticks and placed a slice of tuna sashimi on Kang Sangbum’s plate.

“She’s doing well. She’ll be here soon, so you can see for yourself and talk to her. I can’t give you much time, though. Just exchange a few words.”

Chigyeong watched, his chin resting on his hand, as Kang Sangbum ate, thinking of Taeri. He smiled occasionally when their eyes met.

Shrouded in an air of arrogance disguised as benevolence, he easily gained Kang Sangbum’s trust.

Sometime later, there was a hesitant knock, and the door opened.

Kang Sangbum turned around and saw Kang Taeri entering the room.

“Dad…?”

The daughter, who had once loathed her father,

“T-Taeri! Taeri!”

And the father, who adored his daughter, met again.

They rushed towards each other without a word, embracing, stroking each other’s faces, tears streaming down, too overwhelmed to even speak.

As if having forgotten all past grievances and resentment, they held each other tightly, oblivious to Chigyeong’s presence, their reunion filled with raw emotion.

“Dad, why… why are you so thin…?”

“No, Taeri. I’m not thin. I’ve been exercising, and I’m healthier now. Look.”

“Dad, I’m sorry…”

“There’s nothing for you to be sorry about. I’m the one who should be sorry. You’ve suffered so much because of your incompetent father, haven’t you? Taeri, I’m truly… truly sorry.”

“No, Dad. Don’t apologize. I’m doing fine. Mom is doing well too…”

Kang Sangbum cupped Taeri’s small face in his hands, tears streaming down his face. Taeri wiped her tears with the back of her hand, roughly rubbing them away. But like a car window fogging up and being wiped clear, only to fog up again, fresh tears welled up, blurring her vision.

“And the Prosecutor has been very considerate, so we’re all doing well. Really…”

If being constantly ordered around, mocked, and threatened was considered being considerate, then he was indeed being extremely considerate.

Taeri had only said those words to reassure her father, but Kang Sangbum released her face, quickly bowed to Chigyeong, and said,

“Thank you, thank you so much, Prosecutor!”

Before Park Chigyeong, the same man who forced his daughter to her knees, making her suck his cock.

Taeri, clinging to her father’s waist as if she didn’t want to let go, murmured in a sorrowful voice, repenting for her past mistakes.

“Dad… I’m sorry. I was too young and immature back then. You gave me everything, and no one in this world has ever loved me as much as you… but back then, I thought it was too much… I hated it…”

“N-no, no, Taeri. Listen to me. There’s nothing for you to be sorry about. I was the immature one. It was all my fault. I loved you too much, and I suffocated you. When I get out, I won’t do that anymore, Taeri, my daughter.”

They embraced again, tears flowing freely.

Chigyeong, still resting his chin on his hand, watched the father and daughter pour out their emotions.

His expression was like that of someone watching a boring play, almost yawning, indifferent, perhaps even dissatisfied.

As he observed their touching reunion, Park Chigyeong might have added this internal monologue to their private play.

Someday, you’ll go back to your father. You’ll live under his shadow, under his control, completely forgetting about me. No longer needing my help.

Then, should I just… leave your father where he is?

Watching Kang Taeri, who hadn’t even glanced at him, her eyes fixed solely on her father, Park Chigyeong’s emotions fluctuated wildly.