Chapter 11.2
Woojin’s eyes were cold and fixed, but he didn’t look away.
The second son of K-One Group, who had been pounding the idol from behind for quite some time, pulled up his pants and collapsed beside Woojin, panting heavily.
"Fuck, who the hell used this one before? The hole’s so loose there’s no pleasure in it."
"You’re just small."
"What?!"
"He’s pretty, though. What’s the problem?"
At the sharp glare shot his way, Woojin casually changed the subject, raising an eyebrow with a smirk. The man couldn’t do anything about Woojin, who, despite being just a lowly prosecutor, held considerable sway at these gatherings. He swallowed his anger and drank his glass of liquor with ice like it was water.
"His manager offered a discount, so I brought him. But cheap goods are cheap for a reason. The one you brought last time was decent."
"Ah."
"Would it be too much if I asked you to bring someone like that again?"
"He killed himself."
"Ah, really? If I’d known that, I would’ve used him a few more times. Shame. He was cute."