By Zephyria 
“What if I win?”
For a moment, I didn’t process the words. His long eyes, staring at me, narrowed.
“Prosecutor.”
Nathaniel Miller called me in a mocking tone. But I didn’t answer. I simply stared into his purple eyes, which had been stained black. A large hand slid under my jacket and inside. Long fingers that touched my belt traced the line of my waist before stopping at one spot. Nathaniel bent his other arm, leaning against the front door, and hovered over me as if to pounce. The long, elegant fingers that had been circling my waist slid downward accordingly.
“If I win.”
I felt his breath against the curve of my ear. When I flinched reflexively, Nathaniel let out a deep sigh, almost like a lament. In an instant, I froze. Delicate fingers slid slowly over my buttocks, separated only by the thin fabric of my trousers. The sensation was so vivid that the skin all over my body prickled, and the area below my waist grew hot. While I stood there unable to move, Nathaniel murmured in that damn low voice of his.
“What will you do for me?”
He took a deep breath behind my ear. Even so, there wouldn’t be any scent, yet the sound of his ragged breathing—as if he were savoring the pheromones of an Omega in heat—made me fight with all my might to hold onto my slipping consciousness.
“Discuss the success fee with the client.”
In contrast to my heart, which was beating frantically with excitement, my voice came out utterly cold. As if to prove just how wide the gap was between my reason and my instinct.
The deep breathing in my ear seemed to stop for a moment. After a brief silence, Nathaniel Miller slowly lifted his head. As his breath receded, I felt my reason returning. Nathaniel spoke. Looking straight into my eyes, in a low, whispering voice.
“So, I have to suck your cock, but you’re saying you won’t do anything for me. How unfair.”
For some reason, the last part sounded like an accusation. Of course, instead of feeling guilty, I shot back coldly.
“The world is full of unfair things. You should take this opportunity to learn that.”
Nathaniel’s face remained expressionless as he looked at me. Receiving a gaze so indifferent it was as if he were looking at an object, I stubbornly tilted my chin up, as if asking if he had anything else to say.
Suddenly, I felt as if the corners of his lips curled upward. Was it an illusion? While I was bewildered, Nathaniel abruptly pulled away from me. At the same time, the hand that had been resting on my buttocks naturally brushed across the rounded curve as it left. It was, of course, an obviously intentional act. Having momentarily forgotten the presence of that hand, I ended up widening my eyes in surprise. Seeing my face, Nathaniel gave a nonchalant farewell.
“Then, Prosecutor, sweet dreams.”
Absurdly, while his hand was no different from a molester’s, his mouth was infinitely polite, like the greatest gentleman in the world. What on earth is this man? Leaving me behind, blinking with my mouth agape in sheer disbelief, he walked down the stairs. Even with his cane, he stepped onto the sidewalk skillfully, then stopped as if he had suddenly remembered something—or was pretending to. I watched with a frown as the man slowly turned around and looked up at me, still standing on the stairs. Nathaniel Miller’s thick lips slowly opened.
“Your desk was quite messy; I’d appreciate it if you cleaned it up by the day the verdict is reached.”
At the deep, low voice, I couldn’t help but knit my brows.
What the hell is he talking about all of a sudden…
While I was unable to respond to the words whose meaning I couldn’t fathom, Nathaniel continued. With his long eyes narrowed, his voice sounded somewhat amused.
“Because I want to enjoy my victory by laying you on the prosecutor’s desk and cumming inside you.”
…What kind of crazy talk is this.
I was so stunned that I was rendered speechless. I didn’t even know where to start or how to point out the problem. Absurdly, while I was still searching for words, he added one more thing.
“It would be troublesome if something like a writing utensil were rolling around and scratched your back, wouldn’t it, Prosecutor?”
At the words that sounded as if he were pretending to be considerate of me, my jaw practically dropped. Furthermore, what was with that statement? Whether it was a declaration or a notification, it sounded as if my consent or permission didn’t matter in any way. Of course, I was the one who provoked him first, but that didn’t matter. In my boiling anger, the muscles in my cheek twitched as I clenched my jaw, and he gave me a polite farewell until the very end. Though that politeness existed only in his tone and gestures.
“Good-night. I’ll see you at the trial.”
With those final words, Nathaniel got into the car. A few seconds later, the car vanished completely from my sight. Once I realized the silence that made my ears ring, the tension suddenly snapped, and I collapsed onto the ground.
Haa, haa.
Ragged breaths burst out belatedly. The heartbeat I had struggled to hide echoed through my entire body. Unable to do anything about the pounding that felt as if it would pierce through my ribs, I stayed there, tracing the trail of the car that had vanished in an instant. Even though it was no longer visible, I remained slumped in that spot, staring into the empty darkness for a long time.
Anger surged as my body heated up belatedly. This was all because I hadn’t done what I was supposed to do today. Because of that damn piece of trash who came to a bar looking for a sexual partner despite having a wife and three children, I couldn’t even have sex and ended up getting turned on by a man like that.
“Damn it, crazy bastard, just die!”
I vented my frustration, pouring out curses and maledictions at the man. Of course, that included Jonathan Davis and Nathaniel Miller. And I didn’t leave out myself, the culprit behind all these events.
That son of a bitch, what does he take me for?
Unable to contain the rising anger, I walked down the hallway with heavy strides. Even though night had passed and morning had come, my mood hadn’t changed. As time passed, the anger shifted direction. Sleep with him? Is that something you dare say to the prosecutor handling the same case? Do you think just because I’m gay, I’ll sleep with any man? If this isn’t sexual harassment, then what is?
…Though it’s true that I used to sleep with anyone as long as I was attracted to them.
The anger that had momentarily faltered flared up fiercely again. Even so, I had lines I didn’t cross. Married men, men with partners—regardless, I never went near men who had a designated partner. To ignore the Maginot Line I had strictly maintained all this time, and what? That son of a bitch, he probably thinks everyone is like him just because he sleeps with anyone.
“Damn it!”
Spitting out a curse as if to vent, I slammed a pile of documents onto the desk with a thud. The more I dwelled on how much that man looked down on me, the more my anger grew uncontrollably. If I didn’t smash that handsome face into a pulp, I wouldn’t be able to close my eyes even in death. Even after flopping into my chair, my anger wouldn’t subside, and I was breathing heavily when, after a moment, there was a knock and the door slid open.