The Monster Named Winston

The Annex was silent now, the heavy iron door’s faint creaking long since died away. A thin, broken whimper drifted from the far wall where Fred Wilkins hung bound like a slaughtered pig.

Leon Winston flipped the light switch. The bare bulb swung overhead, bathing the room in harsh white light. The whimpering’s owner finally became visible.

“Hello, Fred,” Leon greeted, offering the bound man a casual greeting from the opposite wall before shoving Grace roughly into the room behind him.

Fred was still intact, nothing broken or abused. He had merely spoken Grace’s name aloud. Relief flooded her chest at the same moment rage ignited.

“Hic… p-please, s-save me…!”

As the light flared, Fred lifted his head with a gasp, his face draining of all color as he began to beg Leon. The moment his eyes landed on Grace, however, he broke and began to sob.

“Hic… Grace…”

“Don’t call me that name.”

Grace’s gritted teeth let hatred spill out without restraint.

“You have no right.”

“I-I’m sorry… hic…”

“Grace.”

Leon watched the two of them with delighted eyes, then followed Fred while calling after Grace. The mockery was unmistakable.

Long arms wrapped around Grace’s waist from behind. Leon pulled her tight against his body and asked tenderly, “Do I have the right?”

The steady thump of his heart against her back was violent. Beneath the calm exterior, his inner turmoil was painfully obvious.

“No, it doesn’t seem so.”

The closer their bodies pressed together, the more goosebumps rose on her skin. Yet Grace remained chained to Leon’s iron barrier like Fred was to the wall, unable to resist.

“I once thought about the maid named Sally Bristol. Why did every puzzle I tried to fit feel wrong?”

His words had already made her feel uneasy. Grace’s heart dropped. This man’s animal instinct was legendary. That was why she had always opposed his infiltration tactics, yet all she had received were accusations of being a coward.

“If I had been paying attention at the time, my gut would have told me. This woman is…”

“Hic…”

“A spy.”

The words were whispered directly into her ear. Grace flinched.

“But why did my instincts go soft the moment I saw Riddle?”

It was because you let lust blind you. Even now, enraged at the spy, his body was aching with other, darker needs.

“Am I the fool, or are you the genius?”

The sharp metallic sound followed the soft chuckle. Moments later, Winston’s military dagger flashed in front of her eyes.

“Thanks to that, I became the laughingstock of the entire kingdom. My job is to interrogate spies, and yet there was one hidden right beneath my feet. An idiot, no less.”

The razor-sharp tip of the blade pointed first at the trembling Fred bound to the wall, then at Grace.

“A woman.”

It pierced her neck. The blade’s point sank shallowly into soft flesh, sending a sharp sting through her.

“Ugh… stop…!”

Grace twisted desperately, pressing tighter against Leon’s body. Unintentionally, her backside rubbed against the thick length still straining beneath his trousers. Leon sheathed his dagger with a lazy sigh.

“Riddle, isn’t this an insult to me as well as to you?”

Grace said nothing. She watched the sword suspended above her and Fred, trembling like a bomb that could explode at any moment.

“As the last heir of a legendary outlaw family even among outlaws… pairing me with such a greenhorn is a massive insult.”

“I-I’m sorry…”

Fred, who had only managed to mumble meaningless apologies the entire time, offered another useless one.

Grace fought the urge with every ounce of strength to slap his cheek. ‘I opposed this from the beginning.’

Fred, reading her silent message, lowered his head helplessly.

Fred had never been suited for espionage. Jimmy knew this too. Yet Fred’s father, who had raised him as his only son, had pressured him into applying anyway, hoping the boy would earn a great name.

Jimmy, who had only recently taken over as chief commander after his father’s death, had no choice but to listen to the elders’ warnings.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Jimmy, strangely, hoped the enemy army would solve this mess for him. In other words, he expected Fred to fail basic training.

And when Fred did pass basic training, Jimmy had been horrified. And when Fred’s father’s lie on the enlistment form listed his profession as “butcher” had landed him in interrogation, he had been even more bewildered.

It was wrong. He had been told to quit, but Fred was as stubborn as his father. Even while vomiting, he had refused to give up.

And yet, as he slowly grew used to the work…

Leon looked at Fred’s small, trembling fist and whispered cruel words into Grace’s ear.

“Riddle, don’t tell me you left the estate with the intention of leaving Fred Wilkins locked in the torture chamber? I’ve said it many times. I do my job, and you do yours.”

Leon’s job was torturing spies. Grace’s was stopping him.

“…So my job is to do it right here, right now?”

Her voice trembled. Behind her back, Leon nodded firmly.

“That’s right, Riddle. Your final mission is to steal Fred from me.”

Leon’s absurd statement sparked hope in Fred’s eyes and suspicion in Grace’s.

“Why? Do you want to kill him?”

Yes, even I would… He chuckled coldly.

“If you want to kill him, you can refuse your mission. Of course, I don’t know what punishment your commanding officer will mete out for disobedience, but I’ll make sure Fred’s body carries your name very clearly.”

Before the terrified Fred, Leon carved the letters with the tip of his dagger.

“Grace Riddle dies at the order of the Winston family.”

Refusing Leon’s “final mission” would brand Grace a murderer. Extortion.

‘So this is his scheme.’

The reason he had gone to such lengths, even using dirty blackmail to spare Fred, was obvious. By saving Fred, he was forcing Grace to pay the price he demanded.

“So where do I send the body and condolences?”

She was to reveal the location of the headquarters. Enraged and in pain, yet he still managed to sound rational. Enemies like this were the most terrifying.

Grace would never reveal the location. Even knowing his intentions, she had no choice but to ask.

“What price must I pay to be freed?”

“You’re surprisingly clever. Why ask me when you already know the answer? You’re being foolish.”

Grace’s only choices were death or a disgusting trade.

Grace closed her eyes. Leon, sensing her resignation, kissed the white neck where a single drop of blood trickled.

The nickname “Camden’s Vampire” had never been exaggerated.

The wet, obscene sound of sucking filled the room. Grace wanted to cover her ears, but bound Fred could not.

Grace’s eyelids trembled beneath clenched lashes. In front of the scene reminiscent of the vampire movie she had once watched, Fred trembled violently.

“Ah!”

“Haah…”

The moment their lips parted with a loud pop, pain and excitement crossed her sigh.

“Umm…”

Between lips soaked in blood and saliva, a moan filled with lust escaped.

Leon pulled Grace even tighter against him. The arm around her waist slid up, crushing her breasts. The round, soft flesh beneath the maid’s uniform was clearly visible as it was mercilessly squeezed.

“Hic, not here…!”

Camden’s Vampire ignored Grace’s pleas and buried his face in her neck again, eyes locked on Fred with a cold gaze.

The fire of pure rage had vanished. In his unfocused eyes, a slow, low pleasure burned.

It was only then that Fred realized what Leon wanted in exchange for sparing Grace.

“H-… don’t…”

She was his angel. He couldn’t let the devil defile her.

Summoning every ounce of courage, Fred spat out pleas through chattering teeth. But Leon showed no sign of stopping his mockery of Grace, so the pleas quickly turned into threats.

“S-… stop it!”

Leon laughed softly.

Guilt at this late hour? Bravado in front of a woman?

Whatever his psychology, the coward had started brandishing empty courage only after the fact.

After giving me this woman, he still has the audacity.

Leon deliberately drew his tongue and licked the bite marks on Grace’s slender neck. The man went mad with excitement.

“D-Don’t touch Grace!”

“It seems you’ve been quite the fiancé to this woman.”

The woman who had always obeyed him now shook her head for the first time. Leon’s lips curved upward. He knew what that shake meant.

“You’ve been quite the good actress up until now. Honestly, I admired your ability. If you had promised to marry some idiot like Fred, I would have been disappointed, Riddle.”

Just as Leon leaned in again, Fred spat another pathetic threat.

“T-The commanding officer won’t just stand by…”

“Enough, Fred.”

“We’ve even been on a date, and the bastard still doesn’t know?”

Leon continued mocking her under the guise of pride.

“The last princess of the prestigious Riddle family, on a date with me. And receiving a deep kiss on top of that? An honor that will last for generations.”

Fred’s eyes widened. Grace shook her head again, this time toward the idiot in front of her. Leon read her silent message and laughed softly.

“Ugh…”

He spun her around in an instant and twisted her neck.

“For the sake of the duke, a whore who kisses anyone?”

“Ugh, no!”

“Tell me honestly. Did they also give you an order to seduce me and extract information?”

Grace shook her head, but Leon knew it was a lie and tightened his grip.

“Hic, breathing…”

“You said the same thing on the pool table that day. I thought you were too innocent to be fooled twice.”

Her face flushed scarlet in an instant. She raked her nails across the back of his hand, but Leon felt no pain. Rage was too great.

The way she had always flirted with him, pleased him, and even occupied his bath naked in the middle of the night had all been beauty traps.

“How ridiculous it must have looked to you when I was watching. You stupid fool who can’t even tell enemies from friends.”

It was humiliating to have fallen for the spy’s cunning tricks. Everything he had done to her felt even more pathetic.

“And you still tried to flee without completing the order to spread your legs. Pathetic spy.”

The world flickered and went dark. The hand squeezing her neck suddenly released. Grace stumbled and collapsed hard onto the floor, unable to feel the impact before gasping for air.

“Haah… haah…”

“Fortunately for you, I’m still the fool who raises his hand against the enemy.”

Grace lifted her head. A black demon stood one step away, back to the light. Even in her vision that had gone black in places, the protruding central horn was clearly visible.

“Grace Riddle, you must complete your mission.”

The chill in Leon’s smile made Grace shudder and close her eyes.

The rustling of clothes being removed filled the room. Leon asked with mocking affection, “You were supposed to teach the women used in beauty traps how to resist, weren’t you?”

“It was a forced accusation, at most. We aren’t as ugly as the pigs of the royal family. We can’t do something we can’t bear in exchange for two people’s lives.”

Grace swallowed the words rising to her throat.

“So when Blanchard’s daughter is captured, everyone in the upper ranks will drool. And since you’re the daughter of a whore who sucked the cock of countless military officers with just her lower lip, the drooling ones here in the west alone will fill the entire place.”

Calling her mother a whore. Grace glared at Leon with blazing eyes.

The filthy man simply smiled gracefully. He neatly folded his officer’s jacket onto the table and rolled up his sleeves without the cuffs. The action was typical of someone about to begin torture.

“The last whore of a noble whore family falls into my hands. My expectations are high.”

Leon leaned forward and extended one hand to Grace. That gentlemanly hand would soon paw at her body like a beast. Grace looked at the disgusting hand, then gestured toward the wall.

“Send it somewhere else.”

Leon muttered something incomprehensible and glanced at the struggling Fred, then shook his head.

“You know? Long ago, they used witnesses in the bridal chamber at night.”

He could not be expected to behave with any sense. Grace leaned her body toward the dagger in his other hand.

“Just kill me.”

Leon chuckled as if she had made a cute pout. “I’ll cover your eyes at least.”

While he went to fetch the blindfold from the opposite cabinet, Fred whispered, “Please… Grace, don’t…”

Grace bit her lip.

This was all because of you. It was something I had no choice but to do because of you. Don’t make me sound like I sold my body willingly.

“If I don’t do it, will you?”

The betrayal leaking into her voice could not be hidden.

“Hic… I-I’m really, really sorry…”

“If you’re sorry to me, don’t breathe a word of this to anyone.”

Please, Fred, close your mouth. So that no one would know about this shameful act.

At least Jimmy must not know. He would blame himself for putting Grace in the lion’s den.

At the same time, she was afraid. If Jimmy thought the man who had mixed with the enemy was corrupting her… he would abandon her…

‘No, he wouldn’t. He loves me. Jimmy loves me. I love him, yet right now I’m with this filthy man…’

With a heart-wrenching thought, the same words repeated like a mantra. Leon came closer, covering Fred’s eyes with the blindfold. Grace bit her lip hard.

“Darling, why so distant?”

Grace shivered in the gentle embrace.

“Are you cold? You haven’t even taken your clothes off. Yet…”

The tail end of his worried words carried a cruel smile. Leon stood her up and sat her on the metal chair used for interrogation.

Because she sat at the edge with a tilted posture, his shoe touched the outer side of her shoe three steps away.

His head tilted slightly. Leon simply watched Grace, finger on her temple, without demanding or ordering anything.

“Please… hic, no…”

The awkward silence continued, broken only by Fred’s whimpers.

Leon’s gaze swept over Grace’s body like a predator about to pounce. Only when it landed on her ankles wrapped in cheap stockings did he move.

He crossed his long legs and lifted the shining toe of his shoe. The skirt lifted with the motion, but Grace did not avoid his obvious taunting.

It no longer mattered.

The hard tip of the shoe pressed between her neatly gathered knees. He stopped tapping the inside of her knee only after she had spread her legs wide enough for him to fit his shoulder inside.

“You should have spread them like this sooner.”

Thereafter, the tension in Grace’s breathing grew heavier. Every time something soft brushed her skin and every time Leon spoke in a meaningful tone, Fred’s body jerked violently.

“Lift your skirt.”

Leon slowly traced the inside of her thigh with the tip of his shoe, stimulating her. The firm point felt soft.

“Hic…”

When he snapped the garter strap, Grace frowned.

“Body search under suspicion of illegal weapon possession.”

He chuckled and added, “Ah, now no need for excuses.”

“Aah!”

Leon suddenly kicked her leg. The sharp toe of his shoe tapped her blue bloomer right in the center, pressing the soft flesh beneath.

Following the movement, the pain was not unbearable, but it rose sharply to the top of her head and then faded. Leon watched her with a calm expression, as if it were not a lewd act.

“Hic…”

She bit her lip to suppress the obscene moan, then suddenly her mind went hazy.

“Ah…”

Her legs weakened and she staggered. Reflexively, she reached out, eyes closed. But the floor she fell onto was not cold—it was warm flesh.

“Did it go in?”

“Hic, no…”

“Our darling, it went in so easily.”

The heat of his breath clouded her reason. For a moment she forgot her situation and pushed at his chest. To Leon, it was just a playful pout.

“Ah, ugh… it hurts…”

Leon pulled the woman sitting on his knees with her legs spread wide, squeezing her as if crushing her. Even through layers of cloth, the soft sensation of her body was vivid, and he trembled with uncontrollable pleasure.

Whatever you are. It was still a mystery. The cunning spy who deceived him. The daughter of the man who killed his father. Those alone could not explain why he felt this only for this woman.

Leon gripped her backside through the clothes. He yanked her closer until the thin bloomer was the only barrier between their centers. His hand kneaded her backside, and rough friction began.

“Hic…”

It was not direct skin contact. But every time the hard, bent flesh pillar inside her clothes tapped against her, Grace felt as if she were being stripped and penetrated.

The tip of her clitoris, still throbbing from the previous orgasm, quivered. Grace trembled from head to toe as she had when she had been violated by the shoe.

“Haah… you feel it, don’t you.”

Leon rubbed against her, exhaling hot breath. Every time he pushed down, she twisted helplessly, unable to withstand the stimulation. She was rubbing her private part against the man’s body. A bitch in heat.

“You’ve had proper training.”

Her eyes turned defiant. She wanted to deny it, but anger was also visible.

“Please, ah, just do it…”

The woman pleaded into Leon’s ear. Leon shook his head and slammed his hips upward violently.

“That’s for me to decide.”

“Hic…”

Her waist arched backward. Unable to cover her mouth, she bit her lip to stifle her moan.

It felt like it would tear. Leon gazed at the soft flesh being squeezed by his hard pelvis as if he had found something to relish, then released a moaning sound.

Bleed. Hurry.

When a bright red blood droplet finally formed at the end of the white flesh, he could not hold back.

He grabbed the back of her neck and covered her lips. The blood, which carried her body heat, seeped between the touching soft skin.

He stole one glance at her flesh and pulled his lips away. Leon licked every trace of blood gathered between the wrinkles of his own lips with the tip of his tongue.

That tingling taste. That bitter scent. Even the feeling of his heart bursting from below.

Leon, drunk with intense déjà vu, kissed her lips again.

“Ugh, no…”

“Haah… I said it’s for me to decide.”

“Stop, ugh…”

The woman trying to avoid it struggled with him, and the metal chair creaked loudly. Soon flesh slapped together, wet flesh rubbed with a sloppy noise that echoed off the walls. Fred’s weak voice begging “no” was completely forgotten.

The kiss was violent. He licked wounds and sucked blood. Grace moaned in bittersweet pain.

‘That was different back then.’

The kiss from childhood had not been bittersweet. It had been pure thrill.

Grace, placed in a situation that felt similar yet completely different, despaired. Had she met a monster as a child, or had she created one?

“Uugh…”

If blood did not come out, he might tear her lip again. Just as Leon bit his swollen lower lip once and prepared to bite again, Grace boldly pushed her tongue into the open mouth.

The kiss soon became quite ordinary. Their tongues tangled like a passionate kiss between lovers, their hands gripping each other’s backs and cheeks. If Leon had not been holding the dagger in his right hand, it would have been no different.

Grace slowly sucked the long tongue Leon had pulled out. The tongue finally slipped from the pressed lips and a long strand of saliva stretched between them.

“Haah, first…”

Leon’s eyes, now less thirsty, pointed at her chest.

“I need to check if it’s real first.”

It was a question of whether the nipples were pink.

He did not touch her clothes. He simply watched her from a slightly tilted chin.

It was an order to undress herself.

Grace glared at Leon and lowered the shoulder strap of her apron. She had been trying to appear composed, but the hands unbuttoning the long row of buttons from the neckline of the black maid uniform trembled.

With every button that opened, the man’s gaze watching her became more dangerous. The increasingly crooked corners of his lips suggested he was happy she was a spy.

“Ah, don’t!”

It was the moment he was about to unbutton the first button of the blouse. Leon grabbed the collar of the blouse with both hands and pulled it apart. A loud ripping sound followed as the fabric tore, sending white buttons flying everywhere.

Leon rolled the blouse and maid uniform down to her shoulders with a snort. No lust could be felt in the white bra. Now that she thought about it, the bra had also been white when he had taken her off the pool table.

“Even your underwear is modest. It would be better if there was more color underneath.”

He grabbed the center of the bra with both hands. The veins bulged on his dry hands as the tough cloth tore like paper.

“Yes.”

The tip of the bulging, white flesh was pink.

The moment Leon threw the torn bra away, Grace tried to close her collar. The hands trying to cover her breasts were each pulled away by Leon.

“Sorry. I’ll be busy from now on, so I won’t have time to pay attention to your hands.”

The motion of locking one wrist with the handcuff attached to the chair’s armrest was elegantly cruel. It felt almost like putting an expensive bracelet on a lover’s wrist.

The pale hand trembled more than before. In truth, Grace’s entire body was shaking. Her breasts shook with her, and the tips of her peach-like breasts twitched visibly.

It was nothing like the meaty flesh the dancers had shaken lewdly in the cabaret. Unlike the things that had never aroused any emotion, this woman’s body made her mouth water just by being looked at.

Leon slowly raised his gaze from the glistening skin, face flushed with shame, and asked politely, “May I suck, Riddle?”

He even used honorifics and asked for permission. He knew that the decision on her body belonged only to him, yet it was a cruel act. The woman knew she could not refuse, and her trembling lips knew it too.

“……”

The woman’s eyes, glaring at him as if she wanted to kill him, were to Leon’s liking. The once contemptuous teal eyes now held deep fear and shame. An impulse rose in him to see them fill with blood someday.

“Your request was unclear, it seems.”

He did not stop his cruel act.

“My tongue dares to—”

“Do it. Do whatever you want. Just don’t ask.”

Her prompt for an even more shameful answer made her bite her lip and whisper permission through chattering teeth.

“Do as you like. What a dangerous thing to say.”

“What do you think I can do?” He added with a twisted lip, licking it with the tip of his tongue. Grace gasped and turned her head to the side.

“Watch.”

Leon gripped her chin and turned her face forward. Facing the eyes growing thicker with contempt and shame, he slowly lowered his head. When his lips parted just before touching the protruding nipple, Grace’s eyelashes were tinged with pretty pink.

Same color as the nipple.

“Hic…”

When Grace closed her eyes, Leon took a bite of the trembling, pale pink flesh.

The soft sensation felt similar to his lips. If he had to compare, he would choose the flesh he was playfully tormenting with the tip of his tongue right now.

Honest reactions to his lewd tongue play were satisfying. The nipple could not lie like its owner. The soft flesh instantly swelled, then hardened.

It looked delicious. Leon sucked the reddened areola deep into his mouth and swallowed, and Grace writhed and moaned.

“Aah…”

He licked the round bulge with his wet tongue. It was like rolling a ripe raspberry around inside his mouth.

If he bit it, would the juice come out?

“Ah!”

Slurp. When the soft flesh was squeezed by his teeth, the handcuff hit the chair arm. Her limbs flailed. The untouched breast on one side swung up and down violently.

“It hurts. Don’t bite.”

Just as Grace whispered into his ear, Leon could not hold back his moan.

The pleas he heard from Blanchard’s spies were always sweet. But hearing the pitiful Little Riddle, the hardest-to-catch spy, beg lewdly while naked and bound before him was maddeningly sweet.

“Aah!”

He had expected the demon to obey his request. Leon became even more excited and wild.

With his large hand, he grabbed her breast. Not content with that, he roughly kneaded it, squeezing with his palm. The red flesh swelled between his long fingers until it threatened to burst out.

He had also been too rough with his tongue, and his eyes widened. The demon’s lips curved slightly as he observed Grace’s reaction.

“Hic, please!”

He had not wanted to show any reaction, but he had failed miserably. Every time the sensitive flesh was grasped by the hot hand, and every time a cold blade touched her back, Grace trembled all over.

An indescribable strange feeling rose sharply whenever the nipple was licked upward with the soft tongue, and she unconsciously let out a lewd sniff.

At the same time, the shame that came with it made her hold back her sobs. Her torn lip could not be bitten, so she bit her lip again.

“You dirty pig! What are you doing to Grace! Stop immediately!”

In the midst of panic, Fred’s cry echoed throughout the interrogation room. After the sound of clothes being removed, the lewd sucking sound and the moaning mixed, and the enraged voice was born.

“Aaaah!”

She tried to cover the obscene sound coming from the woman who had always been pure with a scream.

Leon suddenly released the nipple he had been biting and clicked his tongue. Fred, completely unaware that the man’s gaze was now on him, continued to cry out.

“Is that the order he received? Every time I spend time happily with my comrade, he gets in the way.”

“How can you do such a dirty thing, hic… I’ll kill you!”

Leon laughed at the threat that was neither scary nor cute.

“I’m doing this with the permission of the body’s owner. Do I have the right to question a fiancé or some random guy? What do you think, darling?”

The hand holding her breast slid up to her collarbone and neck, gently stroking her face in a way that felt almost loving. Grace shivered at the tone and actions as if he were treating her like a lover.

“Huh? Riddle, do you think you have the right to criticize the traitor who sold you to me so eagerly?”

Just as Leon’s lewdly caressing her earlobe prompted his answer, Grace shook her head briefly.

“Then tell it to the bastard yourself.”

Grace closed her eyes once and begged Fred.

“Fred, please close your mouth.”

But the already deranged Fred could not hear her.

“Just send that bastard out…”

He lowered his head at Grace’s request. He thought he would threaten or gag Fred into silence, but Leon was not the kind of man to act so rationally.

“Have I ever made the bastard suck my cock?”

Grace shook her head with a disgusted expression. A crooked smile appeared on Leon’s face.

“Oh dear. It seems I’m performing a rather cruel act right now.”

Leon lifted one heavy breast after the other, then licked the valley between them. Soon the breasts rubbed against each other, producing a sticky, lewd sound.

“W-what are you doing now?”

“Torture.”

It was an order for Fred to hear the lewd sound louder. Grace twisted in humiliation and tried to escape his grasp.

“Hic… please stop…”

But with her hands cuffed, it was impossible. Grace had to endure Leon’s vulgar act in full.

His lips took a firm bite of the trembling nipple tip. The sensitive nerve points were sucked hard, and the soft breasts were relentlessly kneaded. Grace felt fear at the unfamiliar stimulation.

“Hic…”

Grace had never experienced such sexual sensitivity, which now sharpened toward the valley between her legs. Every time Leon’s cruel mouth tormented her, fireworks flashed in front of her eyes and her breath came in short gasps.

Thud.

“Aah!”

He pulled the nipple long, as if he wanted her to hear, and made a loud sound.

“Ah, ahic, stop…”

This cruel man had no intention of listening to her pleas.

“Shut up, darling. There’s someone else here.”

“Hic… heh, please… hah…”

She had clenched her teeth to prevent moans, and he grabbed her cheek and forced her mouth open. Following Leon’s tongue play, unrefined lewd sounds continuously escaped from Grace’s mouth.

Creek creek. The woman’s moans mixed with the chair’s creaking noise, and Fred’s cry continued as if competing with the low sound.

“Aaaah! You filthy color demon!”

Fred, cursing as if she had been raped, finally said something he should not have.

“Daring to rape the commanding officer’s woman?”

In that moment, Leon’s gaze looking up at Grace changed completely.

“The commanding officer will tear you to pieces.”

“Please be quiet, Fred, hic!”

She could not finish her shout. A large hand gripped her slender neck as if about to break it.

His thick thumb and forefinger dug under her jaw, lifting her body. She struggled and tried to pull away, but it was in vain. The iron ring of the handcuff dug deeper into her wrist.

“Kih…”

Her eyes, flashing with savage madness, gradually dimmed.

“Was your fiancé that bastard?”

The hand gripping her neck trembled noticeably. Even the voice she spat through gritted teeth trembled, and goosebumps rose all over Grace’s body.

“Ugh… save me…”

Grace felt the anger he had shown her until now was nothing compared to this.

“You sent me a marriageable woman. Did you look down on me as a man who can’t even function as a man?”

Everyone knew that to a man with such a neat—almost obsessive—view of relationships, that rumor circulated. Including Winston himself and the leadership of the revolutionary army.

It was not entirely false to say he had been belittled and a fiancée sent to him. Jimmy had once mentioned that he had been sent to Grace for infiltration.

“And then I challenged you to a duel and was quite startled.”

That was not entirely false either.

“So, did you do it with him?”

“Kih…”

“Are you asking if I did it with that bastard?!”

The fierce shout echoed in the interrogation room. There was no trace of reason in his cold eyes.

“Ah, ah…”

No voice came out. Grace lowered her head hastily, face flushed scarlet.

“Me?”

Do as you please. Do whatever you want.

She might actually die. If only she could save her life, spreading her legs would feel no different.

“Hic… haah, haah…”

The moment she nodded, Leon released his grip. Grace, lacking the strength to support herself, collapsed into the man’s arms who had wanted to kill her, gasping.

“Oh, Fred. Your noble, top-class whore from the Blanchard family says you can’t satisfy the commanding officer but I can?”

Leon took the key from his pocket and unlocked the handcuffs. Red marks remained on her wrists. Grace had no time to rub her sore wrists and was forced to kneel between his legs.

The hand holding the shiny dagger gently stroked her pale, trembling lips. Grace did not understand the meaning of that touch.

“Please don’t… I’ll do anything…”

She barely added the words while panting. He seemed not to hear.

“Tell Little Jimmy this. The fiancée of Winston Captain says he willingly approved.”

Grace’s face turned pale along with Fred’s. No. Fred would not go against his instructions and do what the man said. Fred, please don’t say anything.

“And how joyfully the princess of the revolution sucked the cock of the royal pig bastards.”

“…What?”

Squeak. The chair was pushed back, followed by the sound of the belt buckle being undone. Grace lifted her head with difficulty at the unbelievably terrifying sound.

No. I don’t want to.

Leon stood before her, radiating an eerie aura. Perhaps because her mind was hazy, the flesh pillar jutting out aggressively from the man’s body looked like a rust-colored viper about to bite her to death.

The world spun in front of her eyes.

“Winston, please…”

“Open your mouth.”

“Ah!”

Her hair was grabbed. He did not give her time to finish the pained sigh and thrust his penis into the opened mouth.

“Uwk!”

The flesh pillar slammed straight into her throat in one breath. The blunt, heavy cockhead pierced the tip of the hole, and Grace retched.

“Ugh…”

The throat tightened, swallowing the tip. Leon let out a muffled groan. The soft mucous membrane was crushed as the cockhead was forced in, then pulled out with a wet sound.

“Haah, ugh…”

There was no time to catch her breath. The cock, now soaked in Grace’s saliva, slid back into her throat. Tears fell.

“Uugh, ugh…”

Choking. Disgusting. I feel like vomiting.

Leon gripped the back of her head violently and moved his hips roughly.

Slurp slurp. The sound of the cock rubbing against the wet tongue was vulgar beyond words. The long cock sliding in and out like a snake inside her mouth was clearly visible, and Grace trembled with humiliation.

The hip movements used to rape her were also a form of torture technique. When pulling up, it was firm; when leaving, it scraped from the base to the tip of the tongue. Every movement tormented her.

The length she could estimate with her mouth had no end. Since he was holding the base with his hand, it had not even reached the end. Still, the thought that it would fit all the way to the bottom in her stomach was terrifying.

“Hic…”

Grace resisted with all her strength and pleaded. No matter how she pushed and hit his two legs standing like pillars, he did not move.

Even looking up at him with pleading eyes while holding his belt, he simply looked down with a cold rage and burning lust.

“Ugh, hic…”

She tried to stop the cock coming into her mouth by grabbing it, but…

“Haah… stop acting so bothersome.”

Leon removed his hand.

“Don’t stop.”

He gripped her chin with one hand and pressed her cheek. Following the man’s strength, her mouth opened helplessly.

The hip movements that had only been thrusting in and out changed. The thick cock was thrust randomly inside the widened mouth.

“Ah, hic… hic, ugh…”

Every time Leon snapped his hips, Grace’s cheek bulged.

It was more than she had ever imagined.

“Dear Riddle, the sight of a lady revealing her breasts like a savage and taking the most barbaric part of the man’s body into her mouth is breathtakingly beautiful.”

“Hic…”

“It suits you very well.”

He poured mockery while stroking the cheek that had changed shape according to his cock. A tingling pleasure filled her stomach.

The stimulation grew uncontrollable because the woman tried to push him away with her tongue. When the soft cock wrapped around the tip and rubbed, Leon trembled with pleasure flowing down his spine.

“Haah… now you’re earning your keep.”

His gaze slowly softened as he enjoyed the woman’s unintentional tongue play.

Thud. The cock suddenly slipped out. Saliva pushed out along the long flesh pillar slid down to Grace’s lips.

“Haah…”

Was he giving her time to breathe? Or had this disgusting act finally ended?

Leon pulled the chair closer again and sat in front of Grace.

“H, ugh…”

It had been foolish to expect any mercy from him. She had to bury her face in Leon’s crotch again, her neck gripped from behind.

“Now you suck.”

Leon forced his transparent liquid cock tip, as if feeding milk to a baby, into Grace’s mouth. When the hot, soft flesh pillar entered her mouth, humiliation and rage came rushing back.

But she could not overcome the weight of resignation and despair. Instead of the tongue she had used on his chest, she rolled it. The bitter taste of lust spread across her tongue.

“Deeper.”

The large hand pressed her head down, and half of the cock slid in. Grace closed her eyes and played with her tongue.

The skin felt smooth and soft, but inside it was as heavy and hard as iron. It was a feeling she never wanted to know.

Leon, leaning his chin on his hand and watching with bored eyes, let out a long, dissatisfied sigh.

“Not like a cat licking milk from a saucer. Is this how your fiancé taught you to suck without any skill? That bastard is a terrible teacher.”

Leon pushed her forehead away, and the wet cock slid out of her mouth.

“Did you receive training like that while sucking that thing? You should at least have tried sucking.”

“Haah, I’ve never done something like this. And training since earlier? Nonsense, hic…”

Leon had no need to listen to more of the woman’s words. He put his cock back into her mouth.

“He didn’t train his fiancée as a whore, huh. Disappointing. I have a lot to teach you.”

He gathered Grace’s hair that had just come loose and was falling down with careful hands.

“Riddle, like this.”

It meant to use only the lips to hold it. Like sucking a popsicle? Suck until your cheeks hollow. Use both mouth and hands. Pull the foreskin with lips or hands for more pleasure.

Leon acted like a trainer teaching a soldier how to shoot a gun. He even shook Grace’s head to teach her the rhythm he liked. It was disgusting.

“Haah, you’re doing quite well now. Your learning speed is fast.”

She had never heard such humiliating praise in her life. Tears welled up. If she could act on impulse, she would want to bite this dirty thing apart.

How much longer would she have to endure this vulgar act?

She lifted her gaze. Leon was not looking at her. Fred, who had been turning his head toward the bound wall, suddenly smiled.

“You seem to want it too, Fred?”

Following Leon’s cold gaze, Grace felt revulsion and closed her eyes.

“See? The bastard is hard.”

“Ah, no! This isn’t that at all… Grace, this is absolutely, hic…”

“It would be fun to order the bastard to rape you. The man who called your name the moment he took the pliers. Right now, hearing what you’re going through, he’s probably trying to throw himself at you, saying he’ll rape you if you allow it.”

Leon smiled lewdly. Grace said nothing.

She finally understood. If this man had decided on something, begging would be useless.

She had already prepared for the worst. If the man could summon all the soldiers guarding the Annex and order a gang rape, he would not hesitate.

Seeing no reaction, Leon slipped his fingers between her hair and asked teasingly, “Huh? Should I strip you both and lock you here?”

“Whatever.”

Resignation spilled out, and the playful spark vanished from her teal eyes.

Whish. Leon threw the dagger he was holding.

“Aaaah!”

Fred screamed sharply.

“What now? The bastard can’t do it?”

Grace’s face turned pale as she turned her head. The dagger was buried deep in the center of Fred’s crotch.

“What are you doing, you madman, ah!”

Shocked, Grace shouted harshly. Leon twisted her savagely.

Only when he faced the eyes flashing with madness again, like the day Jimmy’s story had come up, did Grace realize.

If she had to name that madness, twisted possessiveness would be appropriate.

This man was not simply violating her out of humiliation or revenge. Why did he keep asking why she had done it with Jimmy? Why was his expression cold when he saw Fred aroused by her? The situation had been too chaotic and she had missed it.

This man wanted to possess her exclusively.

“Why? Wouldn’t it be better to pick up the half-cut thing and stab it in?”

“Ugh, no need. It was never my intention to do it with the bastard.”

“Then what was the meaning?”

“Whatever you order, I’ll do.”

Leon’s expression softened a little.

“Then you said you would spare him. He’ll bleed to death like that.”

“The man’s thing I need to be concerned about is only mine.”

Leon poked the erect penis with his fingertip, poking it down again. It was an order to suck.

“Please.”

“When begging, be clear about what you want.”

“Please spare Fred first.”

“I won’t fulfill everything if you beg.”

“I’m a virgin.”

“So what do you want me to do?”

His words were nonchalant, but his eyes said otherwise.

“If you want to send him to the military doctor before he bleeds out too much…”

Leon pushed his cock down further, resting the tip on Grace’s lips.

“You have to finish your job quickly.”

Yes. Begging would be useless.

In the end, he intended to keep shifting responsibility for Fred’s life entirely to Grace.

Grace reluctantly opened her lips. The cock, which had been dried by the heat, slid back into her mouth.

“Haah, good. Well done, Sally.”

He called her Sally and laughed mockingly.

“Among the men under me, there is no one who can carry out the orders as pleasingly as you.”

Leon was satisfied, but he did not like that this woman was suddenly acting eagerly for another man.

“Do you know what the definition of a whore is?”

Slurp. Instead of an answer, the lewd sound of sucking the cock grew louder.

“A woman who sells her body for money. So you’re a whore.”

“Hic…”

A weak whimper slipped between the rubbing flesh. Leon let out a satisfied sigh and gently stroked the woman’s hair.

“Shut up, darling. There’s someone else here.”

Fred’s scream had long since stopped.

Hurry. Please, hurry. For the bastard, for me, hurry.

Setting shame aside, she played with her tongue and hands as Leon taught, shaking her head quickly a few times. The hard cock had already become even firmer and began to twitch.

Grace did not understand the meaning.

When Winston suddenly pressed her head down hard while she was only sucking half, his cock slid in. He pulled her hand holding the base away and tried to push the cock all the way in. When it was blocked by her throat, he stood from the chair and pressed the tip of his cock against the base of her tongue to create an entry. She retched.

“Ugh, ugh!”

Her lips finally touched his lower abdomen. She swallowed the absurdly large size all the way to the root. When the pierced throat hurt and he punched her thighs while vomiting, it was the moment.

Thick fluid spurted from the tip embedded in the mucous membrane. Semen.

“Uwk…”

“Swallow. If you don’t want to die choking, swallow.”

Every time the woman swallowed Leon’s semen, the mucous membrane tightened. The sensitive cock teased by the moist hole became hazy.

“Hoo…”

Leon released his grip on the woman’s head after a long time. Pulling the cock still hard even after removing the semen from the hole, thick white liquid mixed with saliva stretched long.

Thinking that the thing attached to the tip of his cock was connected to the woman’s stomach made her lower abdomen throb again.

When the woman, terrified by his vulgar sight, turned her head and retched, the thick strand snapped.

Leon looked down at the woman with cold eyes, then lifted the apron covering her thighs and wiped the sticky body.

“Hic…”

While he neatly adjusted his clothes, Grace sat on the floor with both hands on the ground and only retched.

While passing by on his way to pick up the jacket, he placed a hand on her trembling shoulder. Lightly tapping her as if praising her efforts, she took a large breath and let out a sound like a sob.

Leon, who had repaid some of the humiliation she had suffered, had a refreshing smile on his lips. He had not even properly seen the blood, yet he had felt this intense pleasure for the first time since creating this interrogation room.

Walking toward her with the jacket slung over his arm, Grace wiped her mouth full of tears, saliva, and semen with her sleeve and muttered.

“You dirty pig bastard…”

The man who had violated Grace looked down at her with a perfect, elegant appearance, flawless and dignified. There was no guilt in his eyes that he had trampled a weak person. Only interest and contempt.

It was the same attitude of a greedy royal nobleman toward those who had nothing.

As expected. Leon stopped for a moment and mocked Grace.

“What does the semen of the dirty pig bastard taste like?”

“Hic…”

The world went dark. Leon had covered the naked Grace with his officer’s jacket. Unable to overcome the weight of the blood-stained jacket covered in countless medals, she collapsed to the floor.

“Hic…”

After quite some time, the shining shoe toe finally moved away, making her want to vomit.

While her consciousness was hazy, the sound of unlocking the shackles came. Soon, with a clank, the heavy iron door opened.

“Don’t kill him.”

Leon gave an order to someone outside as he sent Fred out. At that moment, instead of relief that the demon had kept his promise, Grace felt twisted pleasure.

Don’t kill him.

He would not kill him. That meant Fred would be tortured. From her mouth, which should have said not to do such a thing, only a laughing sound like crying came out.

‘Yes. Because I suffered because of you, you will have to suffer too.’

She had the same selfishness as Fred. She now hated herself and everything else.

Crack. The door closed. Clank, the sound of the door locking.

She had wanted to be left alone, but such luck did not happen. The dull sound of footsteps approached.

“The transaction is not yet over.”

Instead of answering, Grace closed her eyes tightly. A hand suddenly slid under her body lying face down on the cold floor. Leon turned her over and chuckled.

“Pretending to faint like a rat…”

She really wanted to faint like that. But consciousness did not let her go easily.

“The first time should be a normal bed.”

Her body rose in an instant. Leon carried her like a groom carrying his bride over the threshold of the bridal chamber on the first night and headed toward the single bed in the corner.

He laid her on the white sheet and climbed on top. Creak. The bed creaked as if it would break. It was not a sturdy bed that could withstand his weight.

Grace was still acting as if she had fainted. Every time she gasped in a spasmodic manner, the breasts peeking out from between the carelessly opened maid uniform shook greatly.

It was a masterpiece.

Tracing the bite marks on the pink areola with her fingertips, Grace flinched. The thing trapped inside his trousers also trembled.

This annoying lust did not subside even after once; on the contrary, it stood up even more stiffly. He was desperately trying to thrust his cock into her wet hole again.

Leon took off one shoe after the other from Grace’s feet and threw them to the other side of the room. The toes trapped in the white stockings curled inward. Seeing the cheap stockings, an inexplicable feeling of disgust rose.

“Spread your legs.”

Grace obediently spread her legs as he lifted her skirt and commanded. The bloomer covering her private part was white like a white flag of surrender. The joy of completely subjugating a woman who had never known submission made her lower body ache.

Leon spread the bloomer with both hands. The tight elastic tore with a loud sound, revealing the pink insides. His throat bobbed.

“Hic…”

Grace tried to close her legs out of shame. Leon grabbed the inside of her thighs and pushed them tightly. Her knees folded up, and her private part opened wide.

White flesh split, revealing the glistening pink flesh. Drool formed. Her empty stomach throbbed.

Lust felt like hunger. Both were animal desires that Leon had crudely considered.

“Ah! Ahic, stop!”

He dug through the layered, soft flesh. The point he had rubbed with the shoe tip was rubbed by his fingertips until it burned, and Grace screamed and convulsed.

“It was really easy.”

“Hic…”

The woman whose whole body was shaking fell heavily on the lower body onto the mattress. The ends of her helplessly opened legs dangled outside the bed.

“You must have been touched quite often.”

At her words, Grace flinched and lowered her head.

Yes. Perhaps she was even more sensitive because she had never been touched.

Leon spread his fingers and thumb under the beating cock and looked inside. A narrow hole remained in the center of the thin, petal-like pink flesh, as if a needle could barely be poked through.

He tried inserting his little finger into the breathing vagina.

“Hic!”

“Don’t move. It will tear.”

Leon pressed his lower abdomen, which was jerking with his hips, firmly. He pushed his fingers a little deeper into the hard flesh. Grace breathed heavily, barely able to swallow even her little finger.

“You sent away the fiancé without eating him.”

Leon pulled out his fingers and clicked his tongue.

“Jimmy Blanchard Jr. is quite generous with me. Impressive.”

Leon mentioned Jimmy again. The guilt and fear he had been trying to forget came rushing back, and Grace bit her lips hard. The torn place opened again, sharp pain came, but compared to the pain in her heart, it was nothing.

He savored the fluid left on the tip of his little finger and moaned. The face of a nobleman tasting the best wine looked at unknown people.

“You sent me that gift that suits my picky taste. I see you know my preferences quite well.”

He took a large breath. He looked like a bull about to charge, excited at seeing red.

“As an enemy, I must praise your skill.”

Leon took his hand to the knot of his tie. The black silk tie slid smoothly and hung neatly on the iron railing at the foot of the bed. Next was the pin fixing the shirt collar. He pulled the golden pin and placed it neatly on the table at the foot of the bed.

Grace watched Leon undressing helplessly, her private part displayed as if on exhibition.

His face was solemn, like a priest performing a solemn ceremony before an important job, but his eyes looking at the sacrifice were vulgar.

His long fingers unbuttoned the shirt one by one. The shirt flap opened, and the chest inside swelled and deflated clearly.

The shirt, folded neatly in half without a wrinkle, hung beside the tie. Beside it, a black belt soon hung, and when Leon opened the front of his pants, the rust-colored flesh pillar sprang out.

The penis, without any trace of the previous incident, throbbed with visible veins and was erect.

Looking at the snake trembling as if wanting to enter her body again, the inside of her throat hurt deeply.

Two people’s breathing became rough for entirely different reasons. Winston, looking down at Grace with eyes full of lust, pointed between her spread legs with his eyes.

“Spread it with your own hands.”

Grace glared at him and slowly stretched her hand between her legs. Her slender fingers pulled the skin folds, and the pink target with the red hole in the center opened at an angle perfect for penetration.

“As a self-proclaimed revolutionary, what does it feel like to beg the enemy to spread her private part with her own hands and let him in?”

Leon pressed her lower abdomen, which he was glaring at, with his palm. He brought his lower body close to the woman who could not move with just one hand. When the hot flesh pillar brushed against the wet folds, Grace stiffened her body.

“It will hurt.”

He held the base of his cock and matched the tip to her vagina and warned. Gratefully, perhaps, she should have kissed him for the gentlemanly warning? Grace closed her eyes and trembled.

The pressure pressing the vagina softly already made her throat tight. Even a finger had hurt like it would tear her, so how much pain would this thick cock bring? It probably wouldn’t even enter.

This is torture.

Grace recalled how to endure torture. She had been taking deep breaths and repeating the same words like a hypnotic suggestion in her head.

“Beg.”

At the sudden sound, her eyes opened. Leon was looking down at her as if he wanted to swallow her in one bite.

“What? You’re going to do it anyway.”

“Maybe I’ll listen if you beg.”

“You said begging doesn’t fulfill everything?”

“You’re smart.”

His lips curved slightly. To Grace, it looked like mockery, but it was actually a regretful smile.

Something was lacking. Thinking about it, the “Sally” in her imagination had howled when he raped her. This woman was too submissive already, having lost her fighting spirit.

“Then at least say this. Every time I brought food, that’s what you used to say.”

“Eat deliciously, Captain.”

“Every time you said that, I wanted to throw you on the table and devour you greedily.”

Where was he trying to mock her? Grace gritted her teeth and shouted.

“Eat deliciously and fall into hell, aah!”

Leon snapped his hips. The blunt end pierced her vagina tightly, pushing the flesh that had been pushing him out apart.

Both their hips arched backward. Their lower bodies joined as one and trembled greatly. The man and woman standing at the two extremes of pain and pleasure distorted their faces and moaned together.

“Ah, it hurts, hic…”

“Ugh, too, haah, it’s narrow…”

Her body was already tight to accept him, and even after narrowing further, she had barely taken him in and now tried to push him out.

“Relax.”

“It hurts! Please stop!”

“Stay still.”

Leon twisted Grace’s waist, which was writhing in pain, and pushed his cock into her vagina bit by bit. The two legs opened to the limit struggled to get away from him.

There was no end. Now it was all in. It was really all in. Every time he believed that, the man poked his hips as if mocking her, and the trail of burning pain grew longer.

Grace pushed the man’s chest, who was hammering a stake between her legs, and pleaded.

“Please, ahic, stop putting it in.”

But she stopped pleading when facing his face full of pleasure.

p>Yes. Begging would be useless. The man who enjoyed begging more and more and finally stabbed the horrific knife all the way in.

Grace covered her mouth with a moan full of pain. The man who took pleasure from others’ pain did not want to show how painful it was.

But it was also in vain. He snapped his hips every time the broken moans from Grace’s mouth stopped.

“Haah…”

Leon relaxed his furrowed brows and moaned. The inner walls, which had stubbornly resisted like its owner, finally opened wide and accepted the intruder completely.

He probed the thick cock with his soft vagina. The edge torn and holding blood looked similar to the lips that had been biting him.

He stopped his hip movements for a moment. It seemed his cock, buried to the root and trembling, could reach its peak just by watching.

When he stopped moving, Grace moved. Her inner walls pushed and pulled his cock in confusion, as if facing an unprecedented intrusion.

Perhaps she would really go like this.

It was beyond imagination. She did not know her stomach could be so hot. The moist insides were constantly sucking at the sensitive places, making her body feel like it was melting.

“Hic…”

His body stroked the lower abdomen where his cock was buried and pressed firmly. Grace’s body twitched spasmodically. When she had swung her cock hidden in the flesh to get used to the inside shape, she had convulsed as if electrified.

“Hic, stop…”

Her heart was beating wildly, her breathing was short, her left hand gripping the sheet and trembling, her right hand pushing against his lower abdomen, and her vagina tightening around his cock.

Every reaction Grace showed to his hip movements was lewd.

Leon began to pull out his cock buried to the root. He had been hasty when putting it in, but slow when pulling out.

The rust-colored skin was dyed with Grace’s blood without a trace.

The mucous membrane clinging to the cock pulled with a loud sound. Grace’s body shook greatly.

The moment he pulled out completely, she felt empty. Her vagina, which had not been tight, looked empty too. The hole that had only been needle-sized opened wide as wide as his thickness. The red, swollen insides twitched visibly.

“Haah…”

When her eyes landed on the blood droplet gathered at the tip, her heart beat loudly. He always got excited at blood, but the pleasure given by the blood this woman could only shed once in her life was overwhelming.

Leon pulled the crying woman into his arms tightly. His lips holding the tear at the corner of her eye, he let out a sweet sigh.

The tears containing the pain of being conquered by him were sweetly dizzy.

“Damn it…”

It was a crazy thought to say to the spy who had insulted him and the daughter of the enemy. But she felt quite lovely.

She was the type he wanted to tame and keep beside him.

This time, he kissed the torn corner of her mouth while she was being sucked by the burdensome cock and whispered softly.

“Grace Riddle, you’re mine now.”

At that moment, Grace turned her head away and refused the kiss.

The woman was still in a delusion. She had not been conquered by him.

There was still a long way to go to be tamed. Leon was happy to take that path.

“Aah!”

The cock that had come out suddenly thrust into her vagina.

“Riddle, how do you feel having your first time stolen by a hated royal pig bastard?”

Leon Winston was the price of torture. He knew far too well how to violate not only a woman’s body but also her soul.

“You probably didn’t save it to give it to me. Oh dear. What a pity.”

Grace was mocked with elegant words containing only vulgar meaning, and yet his hips continued to swing her like a bitch in heat.

The physical pain fortunately subsided soon, but the mental pain had no end.

“Take care of your body.”

From her head, which shook violently following Leon’s hip movements, her mother’s words echoed.

Her mother had been conservative. She had preached to Grace from childhood that her first time should be kept until the wedding night and that she should only sleep with her husband for the rest of her life.

Grace, who wanted to be a loved daughter, had lived according to her mother’s teachings, even though she had heard it was old-fashioned.

“Don’t give it away lightly to those dirty bastards.”

I didn’t want to do this either.

The rage toward Fred and Jimmy who had pushed her to this point rose. Why were the two of them more hateful than the Winston who was raping her?

‘No. Please don’t think that. This has no meaning. No meaning.’

She repeated it to herself as if brainwashing, but it was useless in front of the demon.

Leon lifted Grace’s lower body. Her hips naturally folded as he pounded her down like a stake, and the joint was fully revealed in front of her eyes.

When the rust-colored flesh pillar, soaked in blood, slid in and out of the pink mucous membrane, Grace closed her eyes tightly in fear.

“Open your eyes.”

She covered her eyes with both hands, but Leon was a demon who knew no mercy. He tormented her until she opened her eyes and accepted the humiliating act with all her senses.

“Then shall I bring a camera? Huh? To keep this historic scene forever as a photo.”

Overpowered by the threat, she opened her eyes. The color demon smiled elegantly, and he pushed his cock lewdly into her private part.

Every time the swollen penis with bulging veins and tendons was buried, the vagina, which had opened as if to tear, made a crude sound with a clunk. The semen that could not be contained overflowed and wetted the man’s crotch and her thighs.

Grace’s eyes, forced to watch the lewd sight, overflowed with tears.

She could not believe that the body connected to Leon’s was her own. As if he had read her feelings, the man raised his voice and shouted.

“Look carefully. The greedy royal pig bastard is fucking you right now.”

“Hah!”

Thud. The cock that had been sliding out long and only the tip had been in the vagina suddenly pierced to the root. Grace twisted her whole body and moaned.

“Haah… Riddle.”

“Ah, ahic… h, stop, ugh, please, ahic!”

“The first man of the whore of the Blanchard family, the whore the leadership cherished the most. It is an honor for me.”

When Grace covered her ears, he tied her hands with the tie.

“It is said that the first experience is unforgettable. Tonight, even if you want to forget, I will do my best to make it a memory you will never forget for the rest of your life.”

“Stop!”

I already wanted to forget.

“Winston, please stop, hic…”

“Oh dear. If Riddle happens to spend her wedding night with her fiancé, be careful not to call my name at that time. It is a very improper act.”

When he mentioned Jimmy again, Grace was enraged.

“I’ll kill you, you demon! When the revolution succeeds one day, I’ll drop the guillotine blade on your neck!”

“Then will the last meal of the executioner be Riddle Grace, who you used to enjoy in the past?”

“Crazy bastard… hic, I’ll kill you…”

He was lying beneath her, howling and cursing. In her imagination, Sally Bristol was in front of his eyes. Leon exhaled with pleasure.

Every time he swung his hips flexibly, the breasts with lewdly protruding nipples shook greatly. The slender legs draped over her broad shoulders dangled helplessly.

The clear muscles on her abs were drenched to the bone. Grace wanted to think it was sweat, but who was she trying to deceive? It was her own juices wetting the man’s body.

Grace’s eyes, watching all of this, were empty.

Creak creak.

The bed screamed. It was a small, narrow bed that could not accommodate the two of them. Every time Leon moved his hips, it looked like it would break. Grace was also breaking little by little.

“I’ll kill you…”

“Haah, yes.”

The woman’s repertoire, muttering the same words like a broken record, increased by one.

“Don’t cum inside…”

It was ridiculous to listen to.

“Hey, calling me Riddle, do you think you’re a lady? Why do you think I’m going to plant the seed of a nobleman in the body of a whore like you?”

“Haah…”

At the moment of Grace’s relief, the man’s eyes sharpened.

“Hah!”

The cock, fully buried, turned her body around. The bumpy protrusions scraped the inner walls roughly, and sharp pleasure shot to the top of her head.

“Hic!”

Grace lay on all fours like a dog and lifted her head.

“It’s strange! Please, hah, d-don’t…”

Leon reached his hand between Grace’s legs. Because of the thick girth of his cock, the labia were already open, and he easily found the clitoris and rubbed it.

He spread the swollen, red tip with his thick fingertip and applied the fluid gently. The slow friction, but the private part convulsed quickly.

“Chew it a little. You said you don’t want to get pregnant? You’re determined to pull it out completely.”

“Uung…”

His mockery did not reach Grace’s ears. She buried her face between the tied arms and practiced the new sensation and accent she had never felt before.

The impulse to ejaculate something from the private part crushed mercilessly by Winston’s cock and fingers surged strongly.

No. No.

Grace trembled with fear without knowing what it was and tried to hold back. But the other could not hold back either.

The other hand joined. The large hand that could not be squeezed between her body and the mattress grabbed the breast sticking out sideways greedily and toyed with it.

The sound of kneading the soft flesh was loud. Every time he hit her hips, he pushed the throbbing nipple into the flesh pillar and rubbed it with his fingertips.

“Aahic!”

“Yeah, it feels good, doesn’t it?”

The wet lips sucked her earlobe and spat a cruel whisper like a snake hissing.

“Darling, go. It’s okay. I’ll forgive your fiancé too.”

He stimulated her erogenous zone and guilt together and drove her to the brink.

She struggled to pull her hand away. When she tried to run forward with her knees and elbows, Leon dragged her backside violently and thrust his cock even harder.

The cock, which was moving like a living snake in her stomach, wiggled. Slurp slurp. The thick head rammed her soft flesh loudly and pounded.

Every time, an indescribable heat rose from the shaking body. Feeling something in a place she had never felt any sensation before was unfamiliar. The arrogant intruder dug and stirred her virgin hole, which was unfamiliar even to her owner.

“I don’t like…”

It didn’t hurt. That was why it was even more frightening.

“Ahic, I don’t like…”

Behind her, Leon chuckled. He knew it was half a lie.

She hated the man terribly, but she did not hate the pleasure of sex.

She had received training to endure torture, but not training to endure pleasure. She did not know how to fight the self-indulgent, disgustingly sweet pleasure that rose up.

Her inner walls began to contract according to the man’s rough rhythm pushing in and out. It felt like her body had betrayed her. But soon her mind also betrayed her.

After several times of the blunt cock rubbing the stomach touching the clitoris openly.

“Hic, no…”

Grace could not finish her “no” and let out a loud scream. It was the peak.