A few years ago, Deputy Chief Prosecutor Oh Yoon-ju worked at the Namdong District Prosecutor’s Office.

During that time, she often ran errands for the Chief Prosecutor and learned about some vulnerabilities in the office. Coincidentally, the Special Investigations Division’s chief prosecutor’s office had one of those vulnerabilities.

To call it a "vulnerability" might be an exaggeration—it was really nothing significant.

Both the chief prosecutor’s 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 prosecutor’s office were fully closed, this trick wouldn’t 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 prosecutor’s office and listened.

"Ah, ahhn!"

She heard something.

‘Bingo!’

But… what was this sound?

"Why does it feel like it’s getting wetter? Hmm?"

"Ahh~. That’s because… it’s your cock house… ahhk!"

‘What the hell….’

Yoon-ju’s 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.@@novelbin@@

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