TTS Vol 1 Ch 6.1

Tap. Tap. Tap.

An unfamiliar sound echoed from early morning in Prosecutor Park Chigyeong’s office, a place usually boasting a tomb-like silence. It was the third day the sound had continued without ceasing.

While immersed in their work, the investigators occasionally glanced at Prosecutor Park Chigyeong.

He was tapping his phone screen with his index finger. Uncharacteristically for a man who rarely showed emotion, he sat there with a pensive look on his face, as if lost in thought.

It was clear that a significant wind had blown through Prosecutor Park Chigyeong, but no one dared to ask what was going on.

Prosecutor Park Chigyeong never spoke about himself, nor did he express curiosity about others. He refrained from any personal conversations outside of work matters. Perhaps due to their strictly professional relationship, the staff in the prosecutor’s office perceived him as a difficult person.

Therefore, they simply did their work in silence and observed him. The atmosphere in the office, dramatically reacting to his every expression and gesture, resembled a play with a single actor. A play where only the audience was intensely nervous.

Tap.

Finally, at 11:00 AM, Park Chigyeong put his phone down and shifted his gaze to the monitor. His sharp eyes, scanning a warrant application, seemed to push all other thoughts to the back of his mind.

After working for several hours, Prosecutor Park Chigyeong rose from his seat and put on his suit jacket as soon as the second hand of the clock struck 6:00 PM. Seeing him grab his briefcase, the office staff let out inaudible sighs. 

Something definitely must be going on. 

For him to actually leave work on time…

“See you tomorrow.”

The door closed behind him, followed by a voice devoid of even a trace of sociability. Only then did the office staff breathe a sigh of relief.

After work, Chigyeong’s destination wasn’t a wealthy neighborhood but a secluded villa on the outskirts of Gyeonggi Province, far from Seoul.

Chigyeong had a group of law school classmates whom he met regularly. They appeared to be friends maintaining close ties, but beneath the surface, they were nothing more than leeches clinging to each other under the guise of friendship, seeking to exploit one another for personal gain.

“Chigyeong, haah, what brings you, ugh, here today, huh? You, huh, never come here, ugh, you said you’d rather die than come. Anyway, our pretty girl here gives an amazing head, hoo, you truly are, the queen of, blowjobs. I acknowledge you. Ahh, pretty girl, you’re, you’re too much. I’m going to, aah, cum…”

Chigyeong watched the scene of the orgy unfolding before his eyes with an indifferent gaze, a cynical sneer playing on his lips.

The guy receiving the blowjob was the heir to one of the top three law firms. The guys sharing a partner were judges who sentenced rapists to prison. The guy currently sucking on the woman’s hole was a senior legal counsel lawyer at a major corporation who had just been married for two months.

And himself, looking down at them with the detached expression of a zookeeper observing animals, was a prosecutor who ruthlessly spread the legs of a girl eleven years younger than him, using her wrongfully accused father as leverage.

Wasn’t it a perfect combination for disaster?

“Hey, hoo, pretty girl, why don’t you, uh, give this guy some special service too? That’s the only way, hoo, you’ll get invited next time.”

“Who, oppa? That handsome oppa?”

After swallowing semen, the woman wiped her lips and gestured towards Chigyeong with her chin.

“Yeah. Is he your type? Huh? Are you turned on just looking at him? Is our pretty girl wet?”

“Oh, oppa, stop it, it tickles.”

The woman brushed away the hand of the law firm heir, which was reaching under her skirt, and approached Chigyeong. Tucking her loose hair behind her ear, she introduced herself with a coy expression.

“Hello, oppa. I’m Sana. Nice to meet you.”

Having revealed a pseudonym, not her real name, she immediately knelt before Chigyeong.

‘Did you buy me? I’m not a prostitute, so why… why do you keep treating me like this?’

Chigyeong immediately thought of Taeri and wanted to bring her here and show her this. This was how a prostitute behaved.

The thought of Taeri made his head spin. Suddenly, everything felt irritating.

Rubbing his throbbing temples, he picked up a glass and brought it to his lips. He glanced down at the woman as she reached for his belt buckle, her hands moving busily as she looked up at him.

“How do you like to be sucked, oppa? No, don’t tell me. Let me guess. Hmm, somehow I think you’d like clumsy over skillful. You like it when they choke and suck awkwardly, right?”

She was an undeniably beautiful woman, no older than her mid-20s. She looked sufficiently provocative, suitable for a night of amusement.

But, why…

‘You crazy bastard… just put it in. Heut, hurry up and finish, ahh, I said do it!’

…wasn’t he even slightly aroused?

Clink, the metallic sound of the buckle being undone. Just as the woman was about to bury her face between Chigyeong’s legs, he stopped her with his shoe. The fact that he didn’t remove his shoes indoors clearly demonstrated his usual disdain for these gatherings.

“….!”

Without avoiding the woman’s wide-eyed gaze at this unprecedented treatment, Chigyeong slowly but firmly pushed her face away with his shoe and muttered,

“Don’t touch me. Do you want to die?”

“B-But I was going to… give you a blowjob…”

“What am I supposed to do? I don’t let whores put their mouths on me.”

“….Excuse me? W-Whore?”

“Hey, you bastard! Be gentle with her! Our pretty girl is going to debut next year! Pretty girl, are you shocked? That guy has a shitty personality. I’m sorry I asked you to suck his dick.”

The law firm heir, embracing and comforting the woman who was tearing up beneath Chigyeong, raised his middle finger at him, then quickly lowered it after reading Chigyeong’s expression.

That fucker, if he’s going to act like that, why did he even come here? Hoo, haa.

Someone complained while continuing to thrust his hips, while another chuckled.

Using the chaotic and debauched brothel scene as a backdrop, Chigyeong filled and emptied his glass dozens of times. He just drank.

During this time, he did one other thing. He took out his phone and tried to call someone, but when the person didn’t answer, he threw it back on the table. And then he went back to drinking. Just drinking.

As time passed, the group began to collapse one by one, like reeds bending in the wind. Someone slumped face-first onto the table, creating a strike against the bottles of 20,000,000 million won¹ worth of alcohol placed there.

Chigyeong was the only one sitting alone amongst them, seemingly enveloped in the most melancholic air even amidst the giggling revelry.

With a cigarette between his teeth, he leaned back and sank into the sofa. With a slightly tired expression, he spun the wheel of his lighter, lit the cigarette, and stared into space as he exhaled a long stream of smoke.

What should he do with that ill-mannered girl?

He posed a question that chipped away at time itself.

What should he do with her fucking awful sex manners?

Like an unquenchable thirst despite drinking gallons of water, he had no clue where this shitty feeling originated from, as time whistled past him. Time kept being sliced away. To be precise, the amount of time Kang Taeri ignored Park Chigyeong’s calls kept increasing.

* * *

While Taeri remained completely shut off from the outside world, confined to her room, she witnessed six sunrises and six sunsets. She was sick for six full days. Given how her first sexual experience went, it was no wonder.

While lying down in bed, her mind was surprisingly blank, yet something churned within her chest. The feeling wasn’t simply sadness. It was difficult to define this emotion with the simple word “anger.”

She had sold her body. The difference was that the price wasn’t money, but her father’s retrial. The similarity was the feeling of utter degradation.

A prosecutor of the Republic of Korea had bartered an innocent young woman’s body for something he could have easily done out of duty. A cowardly and despicable bastard.

[Taeri. I heard from the boss that you went out with someone you called your “oppa”. You don’t have an older brother.]

[Taeri, did you by any chance… take out a loan or something? Please contact me.  Opaa might be able to help. I am so worried. Please call me.］

[Taeri. I heard you’re very sick. That day… nothing happened, right? Let me know. Oppa will be waiting.]

[Taeri. Are you eating well? Please call me.]

[Taeri. How are you feeling today?]

[Taeri. Should oppa bring you some porridge?]

Over the past six days, countless messages arrived from Yijoon, and the owner, who she expected to be furious, surprisingly only told her to rest well and come back, without pestering her.

She definitely sensed a change in the owner’s attitude change after she met Park Chigyeong. So that was why Park Sihyun had been so smug. With his ruthless older brother backing him up.

There were exactly twelve missed calls from Park Chigyeong. Two a day. All calls, no messages.

She could have answered, but she deliberately ignored them. She had responded to other people’s calls at least once, but never to Park Chigyeong’s. She didn’t want to hear his mocking voice asking if she was bedridden from just a few rounds of sex.

Swallowing the curses that rose to her throat with a deep breath, she slowly sat up in bed.

She hoped he truly takes care of his father’s case. If he dared to act as if everything was settled after spreading her legs like that… she might actually kill him.

Forcefully pushing away the swirling thoughts, in her mind, she fell back asleep.