Chapter 26.1

Chapter 26.1

“…”

“Just kidding.”

Something like that was never something I expected in the first place.

I could have asked him for anything, and I knew this was the second chance handed to me. But at that moment my head was tilted a little off-center. The logical, rational line had slipped, just slightly, into a crooked place.

“Then… would you sit up there?”

Deputy Ki looked at the pile of blankets I pointed to. That was where I had opened my legs and taken him in before.

He looked at me again, then crossed the room in long strides and sat. A huge man perched neatly on a mound of blankets, waiting and looking at me, and the sight pleased me.

Unlike when he had spouted nonsense about keeping me under his control, he looked strangely tense. The faint tremor in his damp eyes made that crooked tilt in my head twist even further.

I drew my lips in and gave a faint smile. My mouth barely moved, yet his gaze grew dark and heavy.

“Take off your pants.”

“…….”

“Undo your belt, pull the zipper down, then drag your pants and underwear all the way to your ankles.”

His eyes widened a little. The reaction was small, but enough for me to know he was startled. Realizing that gave me a small, sharp sense of satisfaction.

“You said you’d do anything.”

Anyone watching him for a few days could see it. He was the kind of man who kept his word no matter what.

Slowly, he did exactly what I told him to do.

He unbuckled his belt, slid the zipper down with a low scrape, gripped the waistband, and pulled everything to his ankles. Then he sat again on the blankets. His shirt lifted enough for the half-hardened length between his legs to show.

“You’re already hard? You didn’t even do anything. Funny.”

I spoke in a flat, humorless voice. Deputy Ki’s face flushed deep red.

“Since it’s only half hard, I can’t see it well… want to use your hand and make it stand properly?”

“…Wait a moment…”

“You said you’d do anything. And right now, I want to watch you get yourself hard with your own hand.”

I drew the end of my words out sweetly, and he licked his lower lip. The sight was strangely e’r0t!.c, enough to dry out my mouth.

He hesitated again, just a moment, then finally wrapped his hand around his shaft. As I watched his loose, halfhearted strokes slide up and down the thick length, I added softly:

“Put a little more effort into it. Pretend it’s my hand getting you hard.”

“…”

“Think of me touching you… okay?”

At my words he slowly shut his eyes and began stroking himself again.

Whether he truly imagined my hand or not, his grip grew firmer, his movements steadier. A low groan slipped from him, and the pillar rose quickly, frighteningly full.

Fully hardened, it looked almost too much even for his own hand to handle. I wondered how he ever pissed or touched himself like that. A slick shine gathered along the slit of the head.

I almost let him finish… then changed my mind.

“Stop. Hands off.”

His hand froze mid-stroke, veins standing at his temples from how hard he’d been working himself. The way he obeyed my words gave me a strange rush. I slid my feet slowly and came to stand before him.

Deputy Ki sat on the blanket pile, eyes flushed with arousal and embarrassment, staring up at me as if hoping I would fix whatever torment I’d just put him through. The look was almost pitiful.

I lowered my gaze to his fully raised c(.)ck. The glossy head pulsed, the tip flexing open with a hungry twitch.

Just remembering how it felt inside me made my lips dry and my lower belly tighten. I didn’t need to look down to know the heat in my underwear was spreading.

I lowered myself slowly into a squat in front of him.

The moment I kept my eyes on it, the thick, heavy thing gave a deep bob, as if urging me. As if asking to be touched, just once.

“…7059… I—”

His rough voice sounded feverish, almost boiling over. Hearing him call me that, in that tone, grated on my ears.

“Geummi.”

“…”

“Call me Geummi. Please?”

It didn’t have to be Geummi. Jeongja, Sookhee, Malja, anything would’ve been fine, as long as it was what I wanted.

But he pressed his lips shut. As if refusing to call me anything but a prisoner number was a line he wouldn’t cross.

It offended me. Anything? Didn’t you say you’ll do anything?

Sure you will. I let out a soft, humorless laugh and glanced to the side. The box of chopsticks I had supposedly “failed” quality check on was sitting there. I picked one up and slid a wooden chopstick out.

Hmm, this one’s normal. I held it lightly by the end and brushed it along his c()c.k. Like a child poking at a worm or a grub, just to see how it reacts.