017

JEON

Thud.

The gavel hits the bench—cold, final.

"Proceed, Mr. Elon" the judge says.voice echoing through the quiet courtroom.

I lean back in my seat—silk suit pristine.

Elon steps up, smug like a man who thinks he’s about to win a war.

Fool.

He lays out papers like they’re gospel truth. "Your Honor—as we know, Mr. Jeon owns dozens of companies across the city. These are his bank records." He flips through sheets with theatrical flair. "Notice the massive transactions between July 25th and August 18th—the exact period when every single one of these failing businesses collapsed… only to reemerge under Jeon Corporation."

A few gasps from the jury.

Lawyers scribble notes.

"And all funds rerouted directly into his empire" Elon points at me without flinching.

Impressive.

Elon really did his homework.

But my little lawyer—She's squirming in her chair, eyes jumping nervously from Elon to the papers. Her lower lip caught between her sharp teeth.Fuck those lips—they will look so good around my d—  "OBJECTION, MY LORD!!" She shouts louder.

My pant twitch- gets tight.

She stands—smooth, sharp. Papers in hand. "The prosecution's data is incomplete" she says, voice steady- fierce. "These transactions weren't laundered through failing companies—they were legally rerouted from Mr. Jeon's overseas holdings" She slams the documents down with authority. "Here are verified transfers from Macau, Dubai, and Zurich branches—all compliant with international financial regulations"

The room stirs.

Elon blinks—off balance for the first time today.

I lean back slowly, gaze lock on her-

She looks different today.

Not afraid.Not broken.Not yesterday’s trembling girl beneath me—

No…

Today?

Today she fights for me.

And God help me...

That confidence—the fire returning to her eyes—it hits lower than it should.Maybe yesterday's dose did something after all...

Elon steps forward "Those are all fake, Your Honor," he snaps "This is clearly fabricated evidence to mislead the court!"

She doesn’t flinch."No" she says, voice crisp as ice. "These are government-verified documents. Cross-authenticated by international financial authorities. You can check—every single one."

Then—

She pulls out another file.

Thick.Sealed.Official stamp glaring under courtroom lights.

And I know exactly what it is. My fist clenches beneath the table—jaw tightens.

Because that file? It wasn’t supposed to exist until i prepared for her.

"Here's the tax returns. Corporate paperwork. Background check of his office and companies." She says "His businesses are clean. All checked and cleared by the government."

She hands them over—one by one—with calm precision—the kind only a lawyer who’s ready to win would have.

The bailiff passes them to the judge, who flips through with growing interest… then raises an eyebrow.

Silence spreads like ink in water.

Elon looks back forth, “B-but—this changes nothing! Public perception of Mr. Jeon is still—that of a criminal! Everyone knows that”

Her breath hitches—just slightly— she looks down. “M-Maybe... the media shows a different side of Mr.… J-Jeon–” She swallows hard— "but his businesses… his transactions…They’re transparent. Legalized by government standards.”

My fingers twitch against my thigh...

Elon slams his palms on the table"That's bullshit!"

"Quiet!" The judge slams the gavel. Anger laces his voice "Mind your language, Mr. Elon."

Elon straightens—tenses."Sorry, Your Honor," he mutters.He pivots on his feet—glares at her."But Mr. Jeon controls the underworld. It's common knowledge for everyone. His gang runs countless illegal activities, behind thousands of murders over the years—everyone knows the truth!"

She steps forward at the judge "Your Honor, Mr. Jeon is innocent. All the accusations against him are based on speculation and rumors—"

"Rumors?" Elon scoffs, stepping forward. "Your Honor, everybody knows the truth! He rules the underworld like a king! His name is whispered in fear across every district!"

"Then why is there no evidence?" She snaps "No witness statements? No forensic records linking Mr. Jeon to those crimes? You're asking this court to convict based on whispers and fear?"

Elon stumbles—jaw clenches. "You really expect us to believe he built an empire this vast without bloodshed?"

"I expect you to follow the law instead of feeding paranoia!" she fires back, eyes blazing "My client has fulfilled every legal obligation—paid taxes, registered businesses overseas, complied with international finance standards." She turns slightly—our eyes meet.

That fire… that defiance…It hits low again.

Then she turn to the judge fully "Your honor, the businesses accused of laundering money all have official records and tax receipts" her voice strong and clear. "Those companies that collapsed were failing due to mismanagement, not criminal activity by him. The allegations of murder have no evidence or witnesses to back them"

Silence falls.

Everyone in the room watches in awe. And I... can’t look away.

I lean back—My eyes are locked on her—she speaks—stares, unblinking.She's different today—not timid or nervous—but fierce. Every word a weapon.And it's taking every ounce of self-control to keep my fingers from twitching, to keep calm when all I want is to stand up—take her in my arms—Fuck- my thing in her hole—

She's commanding the room, so magnetic— The arguments go round and round— constant back-and-forth.The tension thickens—the judge's expression getting more and more serious.

"My lord, She's hiding something!" Elon snaps "This sudden flood of documents are—too perfect, too convenient! Your Honor, I request a 72-hour delay for forensic verification!"

She doesn’t flinch. Just turns with icy calm."Your honor, My client has already endured eighteen months of baseless delays, raids on legal businesses, and slander by media linked to your firm—"That sharp tongue… that fearless stance…Not just confidence—it’s power.Her eyes slice to Elon.

"You're the one stalling—because you have nothing." Elon snaps.

“Objection my lord” she cuts smoothly.Damn me if I don't taste it again tonight—

"Sustained” The judge nods coolly.

A beat.

The room tightens like a coiled spring.

And—I can’t blink.My gaze stays fixed on her.

The courtroom buzzes—back, forth, Elon screaming about "organized crime" her slicing back with legal precision like a surgeon with a blade.

But I can’t hear much anymore. My head buzzes , throat’s dry. Pulse low, thick in my temples.

"My lord this article has been published in 2023 about how Mr.Jeon spread his gang all over the world in 2 months—"

"That report i have already submitted, Elon" she states "that's just a normal move in business worlds also—"

My pants tighter than they should be—Not now.

Her brows knotted, lips pursed in concentration.

Focus, damn it. Ughh.

"Also i have submitted how the cops investigate his companies from last six months, this is the reports from the officers—"

But that damn fire in her eyes, the way her fingers run through her hair just so—I shift slightly, adjusting my legs discreetly. Crossing one leg on another Damn—

She’s bent over the papers—frowning, pen moving fast. Then flips to her laptop, fingers flying across keys. Hair tucked behind one ear, sleeve slipping just enough to show that delicate wrist, which i could wrap my hand around in one grip.

I remember how it felt last night—pinned above her head.The way she trembled.The way she cried for—

“Mr. Jeon?” Judge calls.

I blink—snap out of it.

“Are you following this proceeding?” he asks

“Y-Yes....perfectly” I say—voice deeper than i intended.

My eyes find hers again across the room.

Locked on me?

No.

Still focused on the screen… untouchable… unstoppable…

—twitch—

Damn it, not now.

I shift in my seat—subtle, but the movement does nothing.

Her waist… fucking tiny under that tailored coat. The way the fabric hugs her thighs—those damn pants molded to her like a second skin—The way it falls over her thighs— Jesus Christ, i cant breath—I can see the curve of them even from here.

I clench my jaw tight.

Down my boy.

But it’s no use.

The more she moves—the more she speaks—the worse it gets.

That slow tap of her pen.The frown on her face as she reads from her laptop. She tucks a loose strand behind her ear—

And me?

Trapped in this suit, pulse roaring in places, i should not be feeling right now.

Again i cross my legs over the other—tight—to hide the tent forming beneath my trousers.

Fingers curl in fist on my knee. Like its begging to come out.Fuck- its straining against the zipper- Not here. Not now.

"Ugh-" A low groan escapes my lips—She looks up—eyes turn at me.I freeze. Her gaze sharp, like she senses something i can't hide. I clench my teeth.

I might just burn this courthouse down to take what’s mine.

They keep arguing over the new evidence, legalities, and delays.

But my thoughts going spiral.

As she moves—

The fire behind her eyes…

Focus—

Her lips—

Ignore the ache between my legs.

The way her voice hits low notes like a siren.

Her eyes narrow at Elon, she gets fired up.

The light catches on her cheeks, making them glow.

My eyes betrays me—trailing over her again—over each line, each angle-

My throat constricts.I take a slow breath—wipe my forehead shakily.

"Boss…" Wooshik whispers, "you okay?" He leaning in.

I can't blink. Can’t look away—Those hips swinging. She shifts, slow sway of her hips—she turns to hand another file to the clerk.

The judge clears his throat— "Mr. Elon—I've weighed the evidence thoroughly. With the new documents and tax filing, there is simply no case," he says firmly.

"But Your Honor!"

"No buts" the judge snaps "The documents are solid. The businesses are legitimate. This is a waste of court time and resources."

"Your honor we all know how Mr.Jeon is a maf—"

"Enough" The judge raises his hand "I've seen the documents. They're officially stamped, cross-verified by foreign financial institutions—and unless you have concrete evidence to dispute their authenticity, Mr. Elon..." He adjusts his glasses. "...this court cannot act on speculation alone."

A beat of silence.

Elon stiffens.

She exhales—just slightly—

I’m panting internally—every breath tight, suffocating.

Just finish it all. Please.

Fists clenched white on knees.

I take a breath

Glance down—fuck. The bulge is too obvious now, straining against the zipper like it’s about to break free.

Heat crawls up my neck.

I snatch the file from Wooshik—slam it over my lap.

He stares me, wide-eyed. "B-Boss?"

"Shut up- Or you’re fired."

He stares dumbfoundedly. Idiot.

All I can do is sit there…

Trapped in this damn suit, in this heated courtroom, in this agony—

She's standing there and writing something furiously—a frown creasing her brow—

I clutch the file tighter.

The judge? Still talking?Why the tf he is taking so much time.

All I hear is blood thumping.

She sits down— her breasts jiggle— sent jolts straight down to mine.

Her shirt tighten—the buttons straining-—The judge keeps going, ranting shits—the ache between my legs worsens—

My heart stops—-

The outline of her nipples, faint there, poking through the thin fabric—"Ugh shit—"

Wooshik turns “Boss?”

I bite hard on my tongue—taste blood.Jaw clenched.Keep my face as stone.She glance at me.

Shit - shit-

It's happening.

I’m ruined.

Hot, helpless waves pulses in my pant.

No warning.No control.

Coming—hard, messy—in my goddamn suit pants, wetness spreading between my thighs like a teenage fantasy gone wrong—

In the middle of a courtroom.During my own hearing.By nothing but a glance at her chest—

Fuck.

My breath comes ragged beneath stillness. Fists shaking above the file which trying to cover what just happened beneath. I sigh-  Fuck- whats wrong with me!

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