Chapter 17.2

Chapter 17.2

He must have realized it too, because as he began kneading my mounds with both hands, he finally spoke again.

“Was the water hot enough?”

“It was pouring out just fine. I wish they’d let it run like that during the group showers too.”

“The budget’s limited.”

True enough. What right did I even have to expect a hot shower? I nodded slightly, and Deputy Ki’s fingers brushed the back of my neck as he continued.

“Maybe that’s why, today you’re especially…”

“Hm? Especially what?”

He hesitated, as if embarrassed to finish his sentence.

“Especially… soft. It’s hard to take my hands off you.”

His voice was sweet, melting. Who else in this prison could imagine that the man who always stood straight and rigid like the concrete walls themselves could sound like this? Somehow, that thought filled me with a small, shallow sense of pride.

“The soap you gave me was really nice, you know. It lathered up so well… Want to see how clean I got?”

I lifted the hem of my prison uniform up to my collarbone. In an instant, my pale chest, smooth like a baby’s skin, was fully exposed. Even though he’d touched it countless times before, Deputy Ki’s eyes flashed red.

“Look here, see how clean I got? My skin’s squeaky, right? But I think I scrubbed too hard… my nipples hurt a bit. Will you check?”

His gaze fell to the faintly pink tips peeking up. His hand hovered for a moment near my chest, then his index finger gently rolled one of the n1ppl.2s between his fingertips. He looked like a shy young man, unable to hide his curiosity or desire.

“Ahh…” The sound slipped out on its own.

That was another thing I liked about Deputy Ki. With him, I didn’t have to fake my m.@ns.

“Does it hurt a lot?”

“I don’t know… maybe because I didn’t put on any lotion…”

Before I could finish, he lowered his head and took my br2s!t into his mouth, licking softly as if to moisten it in place of lotion. His touch was gentler than usual, yet it still made my head spin.

When he finally lifted his lips, his eyes had changed again. The same look of possession he’d had when he’d first come in me back in the infirmary.

But I didn’t think it was real possession. It hadn’t been that long since we’d met. It was just the raw, honest gaze of a man giving in to instinct.

The man, his gaze heavy and dark, slowly parted his lips.

“May I check somewhere else too?”

“…Excuse me?”

Up until now, the only things we’d done in this storage room were kissing and a bit of touching, so I stared at him blankly. His eyes lowered to between my thighs as he continued carefully.

“I want to see… if you cleaned down there too.”

I swallowed hard. The sound came from my throat, not his.

I’d never shown him down there before. What we’d done in the infirmary, with my clothes still on, had been the most intense thing between us.

Then, in a tone that sounded almost desperate, he asked again.

“…Can’t I?”

There was no real reason to say no. And yet, for some reason, I hesitated.

“Here?”

“We can’t exactly do that in the cell, can we?”

That’s when I realized why I was hesitating. There were moments, when he kissed me or touched my body, when Deputy Ki seemed like someone else entirely.

It wasn’t obvious, but it was there… Something subtly off that only I could sense. The same Deputy Ki who could be awkward and reserved would suddenly ask for things more daring, more intimate.

He never forced me, not really, but somehow his presence made it hard to refuse. As if I wasn’t allowed to.

“…It’s uncomfortable here. I’m sorry.”

While I was still lost in thought, he glanced around the room, his energy quickly subdued. Then his face returned to the one I recognized so well: the wall-like, steady, polite Deputy Ki.

He looked down at the watch on his wrist, as if it were time to go, and that sudden practicality made my chest tighten.

Among the neatly stacked, freshly washed blankets, I spotted a spot just big enough for my upper body to lie down on.

I pushed myself up and sank my hips onto the pile. Hooking my fingers into the loose waistband, I pulled my trousers down.

The scrap of fabric that had been looped around my ankle dropped to the floor, and I lay back. Moonlight slanted through the barred window in the ceiling and lit me.

I drew my knees up toward my chest so my thighs pressed close together and my c.r0!ch parted a little. I glanced at the man frozen where he sat and spoke.

“…This is so embarrassing, my p2n!.es is like this…”

I wasn’t exaggerating. These issued p2n!.es were humiliating. Did they design them to be awkward on purpose, to deny prisoners even the luxury of choosing a proper size?

The issued underwear seemed meant to fit every butt, oversized from 85 to 120. They just stuck a cheap elastic around the waist and expected the body to conform.

Yeohee’s hips and behind had some volume, but she was still slim, so the panties hung loose like a diaper.

I wasn’t honestly in love with Deputy Ki; I had my reasons for doing this. Still, these panties were a total fail. If anyone found out Geummi wore crap like this, they’d laugh.

“So… can you hurry and take them off, please?”