A few years ago, Deputy Chief Prosecutor Oh Yoon-ju worked at the Namdong District Prosecutorâs Office.
During that time, she often ran errands for the Chief Prosecutor and learned about some vulnerabilities in the office. Coincidentally, the Special Investigations Divisionâs chief prosecutorâs office had one of those vulnerabilities.
To call it a "vulnerability" might be an exaggerationâit was really nothing significant.
Both the chief prosecutorâs office and the adjacent conference room shared a wall with windows facing each other. If someone opened the window closest to the other room and listened closely, they could hear voices from the opposite side.
Of course, if the windows in the chief prosecutorâs office were fully closed, this trick wouldnât work.
Nonetheless, driven by curiosity, Yoon-ju casually entered the conference room.
Pretending to tidy up the space, she subtly closed the door and approached the window.
Carefully, she opened the window closest to the chief prosecutorâs office and listened.
"Ah, ahhn!"
She heard something.
âBingo!â@@novelbin@@
But⦠what was this sound?
"Why does it feel like itâs getting wetter? Hmm?"
"Ahh~. Thatâs because⦠itâs your cock house⦠ahhk!"
âWhat the hellâ¦.â
Yoon-juâs jaw dropped as she silently reeled in shock, quickly covering her mouth.
What she was hearing through the window was unmistakably moaning.
And cock house?
There was only one type of act where such vulgar language could be used.
If she listened closely, she could even hear the unmistakable sounds of thrusting.