Chapter 31.1

Chapter 31.1

“Now that I look at you, you really are a liar.”

Deputy Ki’s tone bordered on accusation.

“You said you’d only show yourself like that to me, yet you flash it anywhere you please.”

“……”

“What is it? Do you actually like that scrawny little rookie?”

He sounded full of spite, yet his eyes looked unmistakably hurt. The rounded tip of his baton drifted between my legs.

“If you keep dripping everywhere like that.”

“…Hhng…”

The firm tip of the baton tapped against my l2b!a, then pressed and rolled with steady pressure.

“Then what am I supposed to do.”

The baton moved back and forth between my legs like something performing its own thrusts. With almost no effort, he dragged it lightly over me, making me react. The hard shaft traced the damp fabric, slid upward, flicked against my cl2t!or/s, pressed, and rubbed.

I clenched my jaw to keep from making a sound.

Tension melted, turning into a familiar sensitivity toward someone my body knew too well, leaving me wet. When I reflexively tried to close my thighs, Deputy Ki pushed his leg between mine to stop me.

“I told you. Don’t do something you’ll regret.”

“…Hhng…”

A thin, shallow m0/an escaped anyway.

“You don’t need me anymore?”

The more he moved the baton, the more my uncooperative body warmed to the pleasure it remembered. My soaked un!drw3@r was already staining the dark baton.

I bit down harder to keep quiet. Only a wooden door separated us from the hallway where the inmates who had been in the yard with us were probably standing in line.

“You said you’d do anything.”

“…Hh… ngh…”

“When you do this, what am I… supposed to do.”

His voice reached me sounding strained, almost choked with frustration, but my mind was already slipping. My legs kept trying to close, losing strength until I nearly collapsed, and Deputy Ki pulled me upright against him.

I leaned my forehead against his uniform and let out a broken sound. The baton clattered to the floor. I heard the metallic click of a belt unfastening, then saw him take out his fully hardened length.

He pressed it between my thighs, rubbing against the damp, translucent fabric of my underwear as he held me close.

“Come to me.”

His erection moved between my legs with its own will, gliding freely.

Just as the climax my body already knew threatened to spill past my lips, he caught my mouth with his. Every sound drenched in ecstasy and shame, joy and despair, pleasure and tears, all of it disappeared into him.

A tremor ran through me and through him at the same moment. Heat spread across the front of my underwear.

Looking down at me as I gasped for breath, he murmured in a voice clouded with his own climax.

“You’re going to need me.”

“…Hh….”

His tone, so certain, grated on me. The fact that he had pushed me into a climax I hadn’t wanted enraged me. The mix of his release and mine seeping into my underwear only worsened the humiliation.

“…Fuck off.”

I managed to spit it out, and he laughed. A laugh both astonishingly exhilarated and hatefully smug.

When he let go, I collapsed onto the floor with a thud. I pushed myself up and dragged my pants back on.

When I opened the wooden door and stepped into the hallway, the women lined up there turned to look at me. Eyes mouthed, Are you okay, worry and curiosity filling her gaze.

Okay about what? Even though I’d tried so hard to hold in every sound, could they have heard?

Heat rose up my neck with a shame I didn’t recognize as my own. The soaked, sticky front of my underwear claimed its share of that shame.

The stares didn’t last long. The rookie guard hurried us along, telling everyone to move. My legs shook every time I took a step.

Just as I finally returned to the room, slipped off my white rubber shoes, and stepped onto the yellow linoleum, I realized everyone in the shared cell was already inside. The familiar ache burning through the soles of my feet reminded me how late I was. 

I barely had time to glance around the cramped room before something barreled into me and knocked me to the floor.

“Ugh, what, what are you doing!”

Even though I yelled, Yera didn’t respond. She sniffed me instead. She shoved her nose against my neck, then pressed it down toward my chest. Her movements were practically animalistic.

I struggled to get away, but despite her thin frame, she had frightening strength. I couldn’t pry her hands off me. Behind us, Wangnyeo giggled like she was watching an entertaining show.

Then Yera sniffed between my legs. Her expression turned icy. She yanked my pants down.