The Swamp of Grace Riddle

Grace Riddle, the name of the swamp.

“Huat! Really, you kind of crazy bastard, ha, for the sake of society, you should be locked up in a mental hospital for the rest of your life.”

The man had expected this vulgar act from him. But the extent of the vulgarity always exceeded Grace’s imagination.

“Candy girl, hand over my candy.”

Grace stared at the man holding the cigar.

Winston sat with his legs crossed on the chair, while she sat at the edge of the table with her legs spread wide. As always, the man got his twisted desires fulfilled by feeling shame only from Grace herself.

“The money’s already paid. Ah, no change needed.”

The tip of the cigar pointed at the band of the black stocking. Between the band and her thigh, a single stiff bill was tucked in. The amount on the bill was far too large for the price of a single piece of candy.

If she had been a candy girl selling candy in a cabaret, she would have been delighted to strike it rich. But for Grace, who lived in captivity, the large sum of money was not only unnecessary but also humiliating.

Moreover, although called a candy girl, she was nothing more than a vending machine.

The man tapped his watch on his left wrist and urged her. Grace glared at him and moved her hand to cover the space between her legs.

“Hut…”

When she pressed the button protruding like a vending machine button with the tip of her finger, her body jumped. Her lower abdomen tightened. The fresh feeling of the candies buried in her flesh clattering against each other was vivid.

But there was no sign that any of them would come out.

The simple principle of the vending machine the bastard had explained was that you kept pressing the button until your body ejected the candy. In short, it meant you had to masturbate in front of him until you felt the climax as many times as the number of candies.

Grace reluctantly moved her fingers and glared at the man sitting across from her. Winston, who had been staring only at her crotch, met her eyes and put the cigar back in his mouth, smiling with satisfaction. He looked quite pleased.

‘Yeah, that’s the one I remember from before.’

A moment ago he had been acting affectionately, and she had forgotten.

Winston leaned back lazily on the chair and watched her. From the posture alone, it felt like she was buried in a luxurious leather chair rather than a cheap iron one.

She wore only black wool pants, but it didn’t look vulgar. The muscles from her widely spread shoulders to her flat lower abdomen stood out sharply, rather like a grand sculpture.

That was why she felt even more pathetic pleasuring herself with her legs spread wide in primal ecstasy.

The man knew it better than anyone and didn’t miss the opportunity to mock her.

“Ah, huh…”

With his left hand covering her mouth and his head lowered, he poked between her legs, but the man suddenly stood up. He leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to the back of her hand covering her mouth.

It was polite, like a lady’s kiss on the back of the hand, but the eyes looking at her from close enough to feel his breath carried mockery instead of respect.

“The woman of the great captain and the princess of the noble royal family, performing a masturbation show like a tramp showgirl in front of this lowly royalist piglet.”

Winston sat back down.

“I can’t help feeling sorry for you.”

The first time he saw a person speak in such a base way while saying he felt sorry.

“Tramp, please get rid of it.”

“Still dreaming empty dreams.”

The man grinned and pointed between Grace’s legs with his eyes. To get out of this, she had no choice but to finish quickly. Grace gritted her teeth and moved her hand.

But the increasingly persistent gaze was too hard to bear. When she faced eyes flashing with mockery and joy, the pleasure surging from the tips of her fingers faded like a flame doused with cold water.

Unable to hold back her shame, she tried to close her legs, but Winston reached out with his hand. Only when the tip of the glowing cigar was about to touch the soft flesh on the inside of her thigh did he stop.

“If you don’t like the candy vending machine, will you be the ashtray?”

Before Grace could finish her sharp warning, she spread her legs wider. The bastard put the cigar back in his mouth and pushed the tip of his black shoe against her calf hanging at the edge of the table, spreading her legs even wider.

“You usually do well. Why are you doing this today?”

Then and now were different. The wild pleasure that shook her womb had made her forget who she was, and that moment was no longer the same. And Grace always, after that moment passed and she came to her senses, wrapped her shame-reddened face in her hands and regretted it.

“Hut, you know how to kill… I’ll hang you, ah!”

Leon smirked. The woman lowered her head and muttered vulgar curses. Her head was in the shape of his tie tied like a ribbon.

It was scary, but it was cute.

When he was in front of her, her eyes squeezed shut and her clitoris moved recklessly, pretending to be alone, was also cute.

The strategy of pretending to be alone seemed to be working. Juice seemed to leak slowly from between her legs, wetting her pussy, and the flesh opened. A bright red candy peeked out between the flushed flesh.

“It’s coming out. Push a little more, darling.”

Just as he acted like he was cheering for his wife to give birth, the candy was sucked back inside.

“Crazy bastard…”

The woman muttered curses, and Leon laughed lowly.

“You can’t even do something this simple. Pathetic.”

He threw the cigar into the ashtray and picked up the liquor bottle. He took a big gulp of the liquor, and his prominent Adam’s apple bobbed.

The man lowered his head to between Grace’s legs right after setting down the bottle. The unfamiliar feeling of his wet lips pressing against her crotch made her body break out in goosebumps.

“What are you doing now, ha…”

The soft flesh sinking into her womb was even more unfamiliar and lewd. The moment the tip of his tongue swept the soft flesh of her clitoris, Grace jumped.

“Aahk, stop!”

It was different from the penis pushing with brutal force. Each time the tip of his tongue delicately tickled the sensitive points, chills spread along the places where goosebumps rose, as if every part of her body was soaking wet. She was afraid of that secret pleasure.

The tongue licking her clitoris deeply, even deeper, sank in. The smooth flesh slid in smoothly, and then suddenly pulled out. The tongue that had been slowly thrusting in and out as if tasting, suddenly sped up. The wet friction sound clearly echoed as he poked at the flesh.

“Ha… disgusting, really…”

Her body twitched. Her inner walls tightened, and the candy inside clattered.

The hand that had buried his head between her legs lost its strength. No, he had let go of the strength.

Her vision flickered. The tongue stirring below was supposed to be gentle, but her breathing became rough. She didn’t even know why she felt this strange thing, and she was enjoying it. She didn’t want to stop, and she hated herself.

The tongue that had dug into the flesh flexibly finally found its target. The tip of his tongue curled inside and rolled the candy out. The candy rolled into the man’s mouth as soon as it came out of her clitoris.

The man kissed as if her clitoris were his lips, then stood up. Looking down at Grace’s tired face with a satisfied smile, he lowered his head.

Their lips met. The tongue that had been licking her womb scraped the inside of her lips and cheeks. The taste of cherry and rum spread in her mouth, and her nose felt stuffy.

The man gave her the candy he had only sucked on and pulled away from her lips. He gently adjusted her messy hair, as if he were tenderly caring for his lover, pushing up the tie that had already fallen to her forehead.

The hand that carefully tucked the loose strands behind her ear reached behind his back. The hand that appeared again held a wallet.

“One more.”

Again treated like a whore. Another stiff bill was tucked into the stocking band.

Indeed, he was a human one couldn’t like.

The man kindly moved her hand that had been resting on the inside of her thigh all the way to her pussy. Grace glared at his gentle eyes as if they were not human and waved her fingers. He lightly kissed the bulged cheek from biting the candy, then slid his lips down the neck skin.

The shirt covering her shoulder was lifted down. The exposed chest was licked by his lips. His lips left red marks like a signature on the pale flesh, then took her nipple in his mouth.

“Unng…”

She was clearly drunk and her senses were dulled. But every time the flesh was sucked hard, the drunkenness faded and her senses sharpened. At such times, even her own timid movement of the clitoris was too stimulating.

Buttons popped one by one from the bottom of her shirt. The hand lifting the hem of the clothes to climb up the flat lower abdomen stopped when it reached the hollow.

His palm pressed her shoulder firmly. Grace leaned her body sideways, and there was a pop as her nipple came out between his lips from the saliva.

The man picked up the bottle and tilted it over her navel. Plop. Plop. One drop of caramel-colored liquid fell from the bottle mouth into her navel, then he set the bottle down and lowered his head.

“Pervert…”

He mixed intelligence, action, and twisted sexual desire into a monster and put on the elegant skin of a human. That was the formula for making the man named Leon Winston.

“Hut…”

The tongue dug into her navel. Every time the soft flesh tickled with alcohol, a strange feeling rose and chills rose on her skin.

The lips that had sucked up every last drop moved slowly downward. When they reached the gentle slope between her legs, the man looked up and asked.

“May I help you, Miss Riddle?”

He had moved the hand she had placed there himself. In the moment she tilted her head in confusion not knowing his intent, his lips cut into the flesh and took her clitoris in his mouth.

“Ah! No!”

A crazy bastard. A pervert. Yes, he wouldn’t have said he would help with pure intent.

The lips parted slightly and lifted the thin flesh covering the clitoris. The most sensitive point was exposed, and the tongue licked it long.

“Aahk, this, don’t, don’t help, ha!”

Grace strained to push away the golden hair clamped between her legs, but strength kept slipping from her hand.

“Stay still.”

The thick voice vibrated her clitoris. He grabbed the inside of her trembling thigh and spread her labia with his thumb.

He was a man who had never pleasured her pussy with his mouth before. Despite putting his mouth everywhere on her body, he had chosen to avoid only between her legs, as if he had selective puritanism. So she was relieved inwardly, but why was he doing this today?

She looked fine on the outside, but he was probably drunk a lot.

“Huat, please… this, it’s strange…”

With her hand, it had been nothing.

Her clitoris was too sensitive; even when she touched it, the tip of her tongue pressed against the extreme of the sensation covered by just one layer of labia. She felt the smooth texture of the velvet-like tongue vividly. The thin, smooth tongue like a velvet strand covered the protrusion and began to rub it, and her breath was choked.

The toes hanging under the table naturally curled upward. The wet sound of flesh rubbing became more explicit, but she began to hear nothing in her ears.

“Huu… hah…”

The soft flesh mercilessly rubbed her clitoris. It felt like she would go mad. The sensations piling up under the quivering flesh finally shot up to her brain, and Grace cried out as she reached climax.

It was the moment she couldn’t hold her body up and fell backward, and the man caught her waist with both hands.

Plop.

One candy fell onto the table.

Plop. Plop. Plop.

Then another. The candies bounced like billiard balls and rolled under the table.

“You have to spit it into my mouth.”

The man wrinkled his forehead and stood up. The tongue that had tormented her crotch licked the tear at the corner of her eye.

“Our darling, you’re too good. I have to give it to you often.”

Just as he whispered to her ear, Grace’s ear tip turned bright red.

“N-no, never do it.”

He smirked, stood up, and the man who had tidied her messy hair with one hand picked up the box of candies that had fallen beside the liquor bottle.

“It’s fine. There are plenty of candies.”

Winston picked up one red candy and smiled, then pushed it deep between Grace’s legs. As a result, even the candy that had almost come out was pushed back in, and irritation rose.

“Until when, aahk!”

Again, the golden head poked between Grace’s legs. The tongue swirled around her clitoris and then slid up to the wet labia.

The moment the tip of his tongue cruelly rubbed the still-quivering clitoris of the climax, Grace couldn’t hold back and grabbed the liquor bottle.

Splash. The caramel liquid poured over her blonde hair.

Grace looked down at the man who had received the liquor baptism and laughed. Thanks to that, her crotch was soaked in sticky liquor, but she felt refreshing rather than disgusted.

The lips that had been sucking her clitoris finally fell away, and the man looked up. His face was wet. Alcohol flowing from his forehead slid down his sharp nose, and tiny droplets formed between his tightly closed eyelids.

“Ha…”

The man swept the water from his face with his large palm and curled his lips. Whether he was smiling or angry was ambiguous.

The man who wiped the water from his face opened his eyes and glared at Grace. His hand slowly stroked her wet hair, and the water stream running down her back clearly slid along the neck muscles and into the split chest.

The man stood up without a word. While he unfastened the watch on his wrist, Grace’s heart began to beat hard.

“Ah!”

The man who had neatly placed the watch on the table reached out, and Grace’s body rose upward. Winston carried Grace on his shoulder in one breath and walked.

Plop.

One candy popped out from between her struggling legs and fell to the floor.

The place he threw her like a garbage bag was the shower booth. Her shoulder that had hit the wall staggered and hurt.

Shower. Warm water poured over her head. The man left her, who had fallen into the water like a drowned mouse, and went out of the booth.

While he threw away his clothes and shoes, Grace put her hand between her legs. When she inserted two fingers and spread them, one candy caught between her clitoris fell to the floor.

Now only one candy remained. She had been struggling to pick up the one stuck next to the pessary, wondering how deep it had been pushed.

“If I put my hand in without permission, I said I would punish you.”

“Hut…”

He snatched both her hands at once. The man licked the sticky tips of her fingers with the juice and candy, then pulled her hair and crashed their lips roughly.

The thick tongue squeezed through her teeth and slid in like a snake. Her mouth was stuffed, and the flesh writhing because she couldn’t breathe made her suffocate.

“Unng…”

The moan with resistance leaked between the lips. The tongue scraping the mucosa rolled out the candy in her cheek and finally ended the violent kiss.

“Ha…”

The nail-polished fingertips touched the mouth opened by panting. They were hot enough to burn.

The path from her lips to her chin, from her chin to her neck, continued. The fingertips that had drawn the curves of her breastbone stopped.

She raised the gaze she had fixed on his chest. The man’s gaze was on her chest.

Over the thoroughly wet white shirt, the man licked the peach-colored flesh. It was the gaze of a man dying of thirst while standing under a non-stop waterfall.

The gaze wandering restlessly over her wet body suddenly began to move in one direction. Following the water stream flowing between the open shirt collar.

A long water stream disappeared between the two sides of flesh pressed together. The water stream that appeared again from the lifted hem of the shirt at the navel became a waterfall and flowed over the pale hill. In the middle, the split gap gathered into one stream again and flowed down, wetting the floor.

For some reason, she felt even hotter as if she had peed. When she lowered her head, the penis pointing at her lower abdomen rose even higher.

The swollen flesh was clearly hotter than the fingertips. The drops hitting the thick flesh pillar broke into tiny pieces and spread everywhere. It looked like boiling steam.

“Turn around.”

In the short command, there was a heavy pressure. She lifted her head. Crack. The moment the man’s jawline stood out, the sound of the candy being crushed harshly echoed. Grace silently turned around.

“Lean against the wall.”

The moment she put both hands on the cold gray wall, the man pressed her hand and whispered cruel words gently to her ear.

“If you don’t want to bang your head, do it properly.”

How hard did he want her to bang? The long sigh that had burst from between her lips stopped midway. The thought that there was still a candy inside reached her, and both hands were pulled hard to her waist.

“Bend. More.”

“Wait!”

“I said bend.”

The thick palm pressed between her shoulder blades. It didn’t seem to give much force, but her hand slid down and her vision lowered.

“Candy! Take out the candy!”

“You wouldn’t be in a position to command.”

When the hot flesh pressed against her wet clitoris, Grace cried out in panic.

“This is a request!”

“I’m not in a position to make requests either.”

“Huu!”

The heavy tip pushed hard into the tightly clenched clitoris. At least it was wet, which was fortunate. If it had pierced the dry flesh with such brutal force, somewhere would definitely have been torn.

“Ugh, why like this, ha, so narrow.”

The tension of the climax still lingered. Her inner walls were soaked with juice to the point of overflowing, so the flesh pillar should have slid in easily, but today it was narrower than ever.

When Leon, whose penis had boiled, was tightly wrapped by the sticky flesh, he gritted his teeth. Spreading her inner walls on all sides and pushing his body in, the woman’s soft buttocks finally touched his firm lower abdomen.

Was it because of the alcohol? The flesh wrapping his penis snugly was hotter than usual, and her body felt like it was melting.

Feeling something hard at the end, he slipped out of the flesh pillar. The sticky candy stuck to the tip of the penis melted with her temperature and wetness and pulled out.

“Hut!”

The penis pushed back in again. When the candy squeezed the tip of the clitoris, a sharp pleasure shot up so that her eyes opened wide. Her legs trembled, and Grace scratched the wall with her nails and struggled.

“Ah, aahk, please!”

The man asked, rolling the candy at the tip of his penis.

“Hmmm… this?”

“Y-yeah. Please take it out, aahk!”

When he lowered his body, the hard sphere poked the sensitive point.

“Eat it deliciously.”

He lightly bit her earlobe, which was moaning and trembling, and whispered.

“Until it melts completely.”

The man pulled her tie from her hair like a rein and shook her waist flexibly.

“Ah, aaah, aaah!”

She was only being stroked gently inside, but Grace felt at a loss like when it was roughly pushed in.

The candy was only as big as her thumb. It wasn’t that big, but with the unreasonably long penis added, the pressure was enormous.

The shock of being pierced felt scary, but…

“Aahk, I hate.”

It was thrilling.

Her hand slipped along the wet wall. The woman who was only pushing up with the tips of her toes on the shower booth floor where water poured endlessly looked precarious.

The woman hated this posture especially. Leon lowered his body to the staggering woman.

When he grabbed her breast clinging to the wet shirt, the woman leaned her body against his arm. The hand sliding downward eventually drooped.

When she put her other hand on her pussy, the woman suddenly lifted her head.

“Unng, don’t, don’t….”

Her hand grabbing his wrist and scratching his forearm had no strength. She put strength into the hand grabbing her chest. Her nipple protruded convex between her index and middle finger. She spread her labia wide. Her clitoris also protruded convex like her nipple.

When she caught the two swollen protrusions between the tips of her index and middle finger…

“Ah!”

The woman’s inner flesh grabbed him tightly. It looked like it wanted to bite and break him.

He gently turned the hand holding the clitoris. Following the outer stimulation, the inner walls twitched regularly and squeezed and opened, sucking him.

“Ah, ahng…”

Resistance soon faded. If he pleasured her like this, she accepted any direction and depth. Now she even shook her hips to match his rhythm. She had finally forgotten who she was.

The candy rolling at the tip got caught on the curve of the tip. When he pulled out the penis, it came with it and a bright red tip peeked out from between her clitoris.

He tilted the angle downward and stabbed the penis down. The hard sphere rolled once in her womb, and the woman’s cry changed.

“Ah, aahk! There, please there…”

Grace, who had been dazed for a moment, begged again. The candy caught under the thick penis was unfortunately pressing against the wall near her urethral opening. She already knew too well what would happen if she continued to stimulate that place.

She twisted her waist, but the man didn’t move. Every time she pulled her waist, he followed and rubbed her penis more insistently. When the hard sphere poked at the flesh randomly, her mind gradually became hazy.

It was no different from when he had pressed the flesh hard with his thumb. Every time, the juice seeped out between her legs vividly. Her breath choked, her pussy trembled, and finally it burst.

“Huu!”

Water burst from between the man’s fingers and the penis.

There was no need to feel ashamed. After all, the clear water would have mixed with the water falling from above and flowed away.

No, there was no need to feel ashamed. She had been swept away by the sudden flood of climax and couldn’t pull herself together.

“Aahng…”

“Ha…”

Both of them groaned while soaking with hot pleasure to the tips of their heads.

Unfortunately, the man’s climax was shorter than the woman’s. Leon, who had come to his senses first, hugged the woman’s upper body and sat her up. As a result, the penis that had been buried to the root pulled out. The recoil made the tip of the penis jump up, and the juice and semen splashed on the woman’s pale buttocks.

He turned the woman around. Her face was full of tiredness. Only once.

The woman’s slender legs staggered, and she leaned against the wall. But not long after, her leg strength completely gave out and her body slid down the wet wall.

A round thing popped out from between her widely spread legs and fell to the floor. The creamy fluid clinging to the rolling bright red candy was quickly washed away and disappeared into the drain.

Leon kicked the candy aside with his foot and approached the woman. When he lightly picked her up just before it touched the floor, he stabbed his penis into the hole of the funnel.

“Aahk!”

The woman started crying like a she-cat without even catching her breath. The inside of her thighs and pussy were covered with semen that hadn’t been washed away, looking quite lewd.

Grace lifted her drooping thighs onto his arm and stabbed her waist as if pinning her against the wall. The two pale flesh on the wet shirt flapped up and down, and her toes dangling in the air wobbled.

“You’re enjoying it, darling?”

“Ahng…”

“I’m enjoying it too. Watching you die from pleasure while being fucked by a man who hates you.”

Now it was a plain provocation. Grace twisted one corner of her mouth and smiled.

You can ruin my body, but you can’t ruin my mind.

Grace’s life in this man’s hand was full of contradictions. Ironically, the moment that brought the greatest pain was also the only escape from the pain.

To maintain the cracking mind, she decided to put the guilt aside for a while.

‘Later, when I escape someday, I’ll regret it then.’

The storm coming late was left as a task for her future self.

Her waist moving roughly, the water drops falling from both bodies splashed everywhere. The focus of the eyes following the water drops gradually blurred.

It began to look like a false heaven given by the devil. The saddest and happiest moment.

“Ah!”

With one cry, Grace’s body and mind were wrapped in pure pleasure. While smiling in ecstasy, the man in front of her smirked and covered her lips.

She had wanted to hit him. But now, there was nothing she could think of except hitting with her lips.

After a long time, the lips fell away. The joined lower part didn’t show any sign of separating.

The constant cries echoed in the narrow booth. Grace, who had received the repeated waist movements with her trembling body, whispered in her exhausted voice.

“If the revolution succeeds someday, I’ll put you on the guillotine. Before cutting your neck, I’ll cut this first.”

She gathered the little strength she had and squeezed her penis as if to cut it off. The man laughed as if the cruel threat was a cute expression of affection, and asked.

“Why? Do you miss my thing? To poke your lonely hole every night with a doll?”

For another provocation, Grace responded with mockery.

“Yeah. This is fine, but you won’t miss it.”

“……”

For a very short moment, the man’s face hardened. He immediately started acting casual, but he missed a beat in the waist movement. The man twisted his lips in mockery, but it was an empty smile.

Crazy bastard. Don’t like me.

The guilt she had put down pressed heavily on Grace’s shoulder. The escape to heaven closed again. It was time to flounder in hell again.

“You have to sign by today.”

As soon as he sat in front of the desk in the domestic information office, Lieutenant Collins approached and spoke. The words were ridiculous.

“There is a problem with your attitude of asking your superior for a signature.”

“But the order came from the colonel…”

The lieutenant stood straight with his head bowed, using the colonel as an excuse.

Recently, while Leon was avoiding Sinclair’s swamp and neglecting the department, Lieutenant Collins had handled what he was supposed to do. In other words, writing a false confession and advising Sinclair, which was a suicide attempt.

The idiot who knew nothing was showered with praise from the colonel, so Grace’s shoulders were full of strength as if she were the department head of domestic information.

It was time to correct discipline.

Leon crushed the half-smoked cigar in the ashtray with strong force. The cigar was crushed and the broken contents spilled out, emitting a pungent smell. He spat into it too and pointed with his eyes.

“Empty it. The trash can too.”

When he ordered a lowly soldier or cleaner, the lieutenant’s face, which had been showing arrogance, wrinkled.

“If you can’t understand even this, the next time won’t end at such a light level.”

In the military, rank is law. To ignore that law, you need at least wealth and power exceeding Winston.

Since the lieutenant had nothing better than Leon, he eventually bowed his head and took the ashtray and trash can out.

Leon roughly picked up the single sheet of paper placed in the top compartment of the document cabinet and placed it in front of him. It was Jeffrey Sinclair’s confession he had been delaying signing.

He opened the pen case and took out the fountain pen. The moment he pulled the cap, a familiar voice asked him.

“So you’re just going to watch?”

The turquoise eyes that had been gloomy started to waver in front of him, and Leon gritted his teeth.

‘Do I look like a rookie?’

Click. The fountain pen cap closed. He stood up again. In the confession left alone, the signature line for the domestic information department head was still blank.

Leaning against the desk drawer, Grace looked up at the man sitting on the chair.

Leon Winston. The ruthless, cold, and base Leon Winston had finally returned.

She didn’t know how nervous she had been for the past week. She didn’t know why she was anxious because the man was different from usual.

Worried?

She was crazy.

No, she had just been physically and mentally uncomfortable.

Winston had lived in the interrogation room for the past week.

He even slept in the interrogation room. That single-person bed was narrow even for him to sleep alone, let alone two people sleeping together. She had no choice but to curl up and be embraced, which she hated.

So after he fell asleep, she secretly sneaked out to find a place to sleep and found the bathtub. Lying wrapped in a blanket inside the hard, cold bathtub felt pathetic about her situation. She had barely fallen asleep while lamenting her fate.

Splash.

Cold water poured over her face. After the water stream stopped, she opened her eyes and saw Winston holding the faucet.

“Ah, sorry. I didn’t know you were here.”

A ridiculously brazen lie.

Anyway, thanks to that, the past week had been exhausting. It felt like the week with Leon Winston had developed new interrogation techniques.

When she asked if he wasn’t working, he said he was on vacation. There had never been a case where he took personal vacation on summer holidays or days of important family events, except for the year he had worked as a maid here, so she thought she was hearing things.

The only two things Winston had done by locking himself in the interrogation room were alcohol and sex.

She had asked suspiciously what he was doing, but when she had asked, she had to lie there panting for three hours. Only then had her intuition told her it was because of the Sinclair incident.

‘Does that man even have a conscience?’

Grace suddenly recalled the question he had thrown while drunk.

“Grace Riddle, have you ever imagined a life other than yours?”

That moment she recalled the words unusual for Leon Winston. A large hand suddenly came down under the desk. On the palm was a dark red cherry with white cream on it.

What kind of treatment is this?

Grace narrowed her eyes and glared at the cherry.

If he was going to treat her like a dog, he should have given it to the dog’s food bowl. On the days he gave her a tour of the office, he fed her meals by hand.

When the man extended his hand again, Grace reluctantly lowered her head. She put the cherry in her mouth, but the hand didn’t leave. The man instead extended his hand and mashed the cream on his palm onto Grace’s lips.

It meant to lick his palm clean too. The teeth clenched, and the cherry stuck between her molars popped with a pop, pouring out sour juice.

Grace opened her eyes wide and glared, then licked the palm with clear lines long with her tongue. The tongue wet with cherry juice left a dark red trail.

It looked like blood. She felt satisfaction as if she had made the man bloody by biting him. It was all false, but still.

Ptoo.

Leon wrinkled his forehead. Grace spat the cherry seed onto his hand. Thinking she would listen, she did this again on top of his head.

“Here. I like cherries that are sweet.”

Yes, it had always been like this. If only it had been easy like her father.

“Eat as you are given.”

The cherry seed was thrown into the plate with a dull sound.

“Even as a dog, you’re picky.”

Even if he said it that way, the cherry that would go on the table tomorrow would be sweet. Grace already knew.

Leon pretended to be regretful and pressed his palm on the cheek of the woman making a fox face.

“Ugh… disgusting…”

The woman who had cherry juice on her face rubbed her cheek with her sleeve. When the regretful lips turned into irritated ones, he laughed.

Breakfast time had passed, so the time to gossip with the woman was also over. Leon pushed the empty plate aside and picked up a thick bundle of documents.

It was all the documents related to the Jeffrey Sinclair case. It even included evidence that the case had been fabricated.

Leon placed today’s newspaper article on top of them.

[Jeffrey Sinclair, imprisoned in Gervon Prison Camp]

It seemed like a plan to crush Sinclair’s reputation, and the newspaper front page was filled with a large photo of Jeffrey Sinclair in prisoner clothes and handcuffs.

There was no refined gentleman. Anyone would see a rough, haggard, vicious criminal.

If this went wrong, Leon could have become that kind of person.

Staring at the tired eyes in the black-and-white photo, he suddenly recalled the lieutenant’s eyes looking at him earnestly while trying to stop his son from leaving.

Leon let out a short sigh.

In the end, he didn’t sign and took a week’s sick leave. In the meantime, Lieutenant Collins, the acting head of domestic information, had signed the false confession.

In the end, the confession did not contain Leon Winston’s signature. It was a reckless act against the demands of the Grand Duke and the King.

It was, in fact, the best and worst choice Leon Winston could make, judging everything by profit and loss except for the woman under the desk.

It was the best in that the future self could avoid anger, but it was the worst in that the current self would be suppressed. The pressure would not stop until the monarchy collapsed.

Leon laughed self-mockingly.

A royalist who wanted the monarchy to collapse. What had happened to me?

“I can’t understand the major’s recent actions.”

Leon suddenly recalled the words the colonel had said on the day he returned after a week.

“You seem to have become someone else.”

Indeed. How did he change?

He looked under the desk. The woman who had been casually flipping through the confidential documents given to read against the wall of the drawer looked at him with bewildered eyes.

After thinking about it, there was no other reason but this woman.

That said, he couldn’t kill this woman and return to his old self. If killing was the only way, he didn’t want to go back.

He still didn’t think he had a conscience. The ambiguous place between hero and villain in this matter was just a selfish human being.

As a human who only calculated his own profit and loss, Leon was busy calculating in his head even now that he held a dangerous secret that could break the kingdom.

His gaze, which had been comparing many crossroads and their endings, kept turning to the woman. Among countless paths, the most irrational and dangerous, the narrow path that was unlike Leon Winston, kept wavering in front of him. The ending of that dangerous path of revenge and all obligations was this woman alone.

That alone was seductive enough.

Whether fortunate or unfortunate, it was impossible before she was brainwashed.

He put the neatly sorted documents into a large brown envelope. For now, he decided to hold them and put them in the last drawer under the desk.

Someone knocked on the door from outside. The woman reflexively hid her body deep under the desk.

“Come in.”

She thought it was the maid coming to clear lunch, but it wasn’t.

“Leon.”

The woman who hated the Annex, the gloomy building surrounded by iron fences, so much, why was she here?

“I’m working.”

Grace took one of the document files stacked on the desk and unfolded it as her mother sat on the opposite chair and lectured her.

“You can have a meal together here at the estate, right? Why are you always so busy? You seem to be pretending to do everything alone.”

“Almost all the family matters are handled by me alone.”

Grace hugged a cushion and crouched, hiding.

‘Mrs. Winston, long time no see.’

After repeated failures, no one coming to the office anymore seemed like an escape opportunity. She couldn’t muster the courage as long as the door to the Annex opened in front of her and someone didn’t push her to run.

On the day the inspector came, she had even come close to dying.

“I thought you wouldn’t kill me? Yes, I can’t kill you. With a sane mind. But when they take you away, what will happen? The person with a broken mind might do anything. Be careful.”

And not to mention being tortured harshly all night. It had been quite a while since she had been tied to the wall with all four limbs, and the rope and chain marks had taken days to disappear from her body.

It was the moment the quiet peace maintained under the implicit agreement with that man had broken.

Grace had already adapted to this fake peace. She didn’t even make demands. As long as she was allowed to use her body as she wanted and sacrificed her freedom of movement, the man was satisfied. On good days, he even fulfilled one of her requests.

But if she was caught here and taken to headquarters or prison camp?

She would be treated the same way by other men as she had been by Winston to get this contradictory peace. Maybe even after enduring it, the peace like now would never come.

She had given up on the hope that someone would save her during transport. In the meantime, she had only learned to resign.

“Leon, I mean, you need to show some sincerity in preparing your engagement ceremony.”

Engagement? Had they finally decided to get engaged?

The sound coming from Mrs. Winston’s mouth, which she had never heard from the person herself, cut off Grace’s thoughts.

“Is it more active than Jerome, who has no relation to the engagement partner?”

Were there really no relations?

Leon laughed while flipping through the documents.

The engagement discussion that had been stagnant for nearly a year was suddenly finished.

Because Jerome wanted to live under the same roof with his secret lover quickly, or because the Grand Duke, who couldn’t find a better candidate in the military, was desperate to put a leash on his own son.

“I’m honestly sorry, but I’m also disappointed that Jerome isn’t the eldest.”

Leon had voiced the mental thoughts he had recently started to have.

“You’re still bringing up that story.”

The mother, thinking she was complaining about her old habit, had acted sullen, but Leon had only spoken sincerely. It was funny that he had finally empathized with the words that had hurt him.

As always, Mrs. Winston pretended to be annoyed and turned away. Leon ignored the unspoken threat to follow and calm her and lowered his head under the desk.

“I don’t expect you to let me go when I get married.”

Even after getting married, she wanted to keep his government here. She already knew that, but she was still a human who didn’t have her mind.

Grace shot the man with exhausted eyes, sighed, and lay back on the cushion.

“I’ll have to tell your fiancée. To train your stamina hard until the first night.”

The body that had been tortured all week still ached. Even Grace, a strong soldier, couldn’t endure Winston.

“The first night?”

The man lifting the hem of her skirt covering her knees with the tip of his shoe wrinkled his forehead. His eyes seemed to ask why she, the Grand Duchess, did such things.

“We have to make an heir, right?”

“Why do you worry about that?”

Worry? It was just that the purpose of noble marriage was the largest, to pass on wealth and power, so the thought naturally went to making an heir.

Then, suddenly, the thought reached even the man who had said he would only stand for her.

“Oh, the line of the Winston family ends here.”

“The line doesn’t end. I’ve already prepared a countermeasure.”

“A countermeasure?”

Was he going to bring in an adopted child from the collateral line? But that wasn’t common, especially when the head was a healthy young man. And there couldn’t be an illegitimate child from that man…

‘No way, he’s not going to have an illegitimate child from me?’

Leon looked down at the face with his doubts exposed and laughed.

“You know?”

No, he probably hadn’t imagined.

“The fact that the Jerome Winston who was so boring and repressed was cheating on the woman he was going to marry.”

The woman’s half-closed eyes opened wide. Leon reached his hand to the woman’s cheek.

“So the Grand Duchess will give birth to a Winston family child someday, and I don’t have to feel guilty about our child.”

“Ask first if you feel guilty or anything.”

Grace turned her head and removed her hand.

“That guy calls the Grand Duchess Rosie.”

The man asked, stroking the exposed neck skin with the tip of his finger.

“Will you call me that too? Huh? Gracy?”

“Barf.”

The man let out a low laugh.

“Anyway, it seems the bloodline of the Winston family is all crazy.”

“Then yours too.”

When she shot him, the large hand stroked her head. Again treated like a dog.

“Anyway, you’re good. This time you’re acting obediently without any nonsense.”

The man seemed to be in a good mood. Grace decided to try a deal.

“Then since I’ve been good this time…”

“What are you asking for this time?”

Grace smiled slyly. The man’s eyes, which had been narrow, loosened. No matter how obvious the intention, the man liked this smile.

After deliberately smiling and waiting, the man winked as if urging her to speak.

“Then just one walk outside…”

“That’s not possible.”

But before he could finish the sentence, the refusal came out sharply.

“Just put the shackles on.”

“Who would see?”

“What’s wrong with that?”

Again a trick. Muttering like that, the man pinched her nose tip as if scolding her. Grace, who hadn’t intended to escape because it would be seen by others, was unfairly upset.

“I’m protecting you. How many rapists would be out there if you were caught? Your current holes aren’t enough?”

“So like you?”

The man laughed. But his eyes didn’t laugh and glared sharply at Grace.

“Yeah. Actually, I just didn’t want to share.”

The hand fell away and the man straightened his upper body. The moment the face with fake cuteness disappeared, a strict command fell.

“Don’t think about sleeping again and keep reading.”

The tip of his black shoe kicked the closed document file.

“You’ll take the test after dinner. If you pass, I’ll put you to bed early tonight. If you fail, don’t think about sleeping tonight.”

Recently the man had taken away all magazines and only put copies of reports related to the revolutionaries. The reports were full of absurd accusations.

If she tore them, she would be punished, so she only left reading marks and didn’t read them. How did he know? He had made the waiting officer read the reports loudly. Grace, who had held her ears for nearly five hours, eventually had to give up and read the reports when the officer’s voice became so hoarse it was painful.

This time it was a report about some orphanage run by the revolutionaries and then confiscated. The point was that the orphans there were forced to participate in anti-government activities.

Brainwashing, exploitation, forced labor, and the end was a tragic end at the hands of comrades or royalists. If you just looked at the report, the revolutionaries were even more evil than the royalists.

But who was actually trying to brainwash? Grace glared at the man’s boots with disgust.

She had heard from adults that the orphanage was operated as a money laundering operation for military funds. Accusing them of exploiting orphans by doing that was a really cruel fabrication.

There were quite a few comrades who adopted orphans and raised them like their own children. How was it exploitation for the kids to grow up imitating the parents and continuing the revolution’s ideals? If Grace married Jimmy, she wanted to adopt one or two kids.

“Just empty talk.”

The man interrupted quietly.

“The government of the former Western Command also had orphans.”

“So?”

“He didn’t open his mouth until the end.”

“Proud comrade.”

“Is it because of loyalty?”

“You wouldn’t understand.”

“That woman, while crying in the newspaper, said she had a younger brother, so please take him. She and her full sibling were adopted, but since her younger sibling was a hostage of the rebels, she couldn’t open her mouth even if she wanted to.”

“You’ve been writing novels?”

Laughter came from above the desk.

“Do you know why I said he didn’t open his mouth until the end?”

“Why?”

“That woman was killed in prison.”

“…You want to accuse the revolutionaries of eliminating her?”

“No. No one knows that.”

“Then what are you trying to say?”

“I’m curious. Why didn’t Blanchard’s rescue squad save her?”

“……”

“Like you.”

Again this. It was an attempt to shake Jimmy’s trust and the revolutionaries’ trust.

“If I fall for such tricks, I would have fallen long ago. Major Winston, please change your tactics.”

A sigh was heard, and the man looked under the desk. His face looked tired. But who was actually tired because of that?

“How long are you going to read there? Turn the page. The newspaper records I mentioned are there.”

The man was forcing the page to turn. Why? Even if he looked at the newspaper records, it wouldn’t change anything, but he was holding the document file tightly with his hand like a scared person.

“Ah!”

Grace closed her eyes tightly in sharp pain. The sharp paper edge cut between her thumb and index finger.

“It hurts…”

“Ah… sorry.”

The man put the paper down. Grace was surprised by the attitude of truly sorry rather than the pain.

‘Why like this, this man?’

It wasn’t only that. The man brought a first-aid kit from the bathroom and treated the minor wound. Even though blood flowed red, he wasn’t excited like before.

Then suddenly she realized.

‘Why doesn’t he want blood now?’

He was the man who enjoyed sucking her blood. Like a vampire.

That man wiped the blood between his fingers with a cotton ball. The cotton soaked in blood went straight to the trash can.

The action that didn’t match the Leon Winston she knew made her heart uneasy again. Grace offered the wound with blood seeping out to his lips again.

Suck. Act like the vampire crazy about blood. Don’t try to become human now.

The man’s gaze reached the wound where a red blood drop was firmly formed. But he didn’t open his mouth.

Hurry. Please.

The man just looked at the shaking eyes of Grace over his hand. He couldn’t understand what the negative emotions in the distinctly blue eyes meant.

Clearly, it was neither joy nor excitement.

Unable to hold back her anxiety, Grace did a reckless thing. She rubbed her own blood with her own hands to the man. The pale lips became dyed rose red.

Suck. The meaning is to suck.

Leon’s forehead wrinkled. Did he grit his teeth? The jawline stood out sharply. In short, an expression of disgust.

He wiped the blood on his lips with a bandage and muttered.

“You’ve really gone crazy.”

No, it’s you who’s crazy.

After rubbing the wound with a cotton ball and wrapping it with a bandage, the man finally stood up.

“Be careful when you turn the page.”

The human side of that man was swallowed with difficulty. Much more than inhuman acts.

There was no need to be careful when turning the page. She hadn’t turned even one page. Grace sat blankly and chased the thoughts that followed each other.

Why was he like this?

Was it related to the reason he couldn’t kill her? Then the moment she thought about the day Peter died, an annoyed voice full of unpleasant feelings came from above her head.

“Keep reading.”

“Um… I have a question.”

“What is it?”

“Peter also knew the location of the base.”

“Peter?”

“That mailman. The one you killed…”

“Ah…”

“If you had known the location of the base from that guy, why didn’t you?”

Since the moment she learned Peter was a double agent, she had been curious, but she had only put it in her heart instead of asking. But now, since they had a deal, she asked with courage.

“Ah, oh… I forgot to ask.”

Leon muttered as if he was disappointed. Grace muttered from under the desk. Was that reasonable?

Leon didn’t say anything. He picked up the report again and waited for his signature one by one, but his mind was all focused under the desk.

After about an hour, the sound of chains and turning pages completely stopped.

She looked down. Sure enough, the woman was asleep hugging a cushion. The documents given to read were left spread on the carpet.

She touched her face with her fingertips without refusing or frowning. Confirming she was deeply asleep, he finally gave an honest answer.

“You didn’t know. It was sharp for nothing.”

A soldier had thrown away the perfect opportunity to find the enemy’s base himself.

This was the result of colliding personal desires.

He wanted to find the base right away and destroy it. He wanted to destroy the rebel forces and take revenge for his father.

To the man burning with revenge, another desire whispered secretly.

Let the woman offer the necks of her comrades with her own hand. Then he could get both revenge and the woman.

How could he refuse such a sweet suggestion?

Leon pictured the woman, who was his fiancée, offering herself to him with her own hands.

Kill this bastard who betrayed me, please.

Irresistible excitement. When he imagined the blood of that arrogant fool who had tried to take his, what kind of stench would it have? Every time he imagined, chills of joy spread over his whole body.

He gently stroked the sleeping woman as if she were beneath his feet.

The woman who betrayed everyone he knew would have no one left. Only one person left.

To realize that desire, he first had to break the false beliefs surrounding the woman like a hard egg.

What if I show her that she is actually the byproduct of a dirty honeytrap and that her comrades never considered her an ally?

The egg could be broken in one blow. But the fragile chick inside the egg might also break.

She might turn her arrow on herself in strange anger at powerlessness and sadness. That is, she might choose suicide.

So Leon decided to break the egg carefully over time.

“Wake up.”

“Unng…”

He woke her and handed her the report again. The woman looking at him with eyes full of sleep gave a smile.

“I told you to read, darling.”

He was slowly planting suspicion. When she eventually learned the truth, all those suspicions would sprout and bloom like revenge.

Leon tapped the woman’s forehead, which was as hard and round as an egg, with the tip of his finger.

Cracks that had spread secretly while she didn’t know would eventually swallow the hard egg like a spider web. Even a small shock, and the woman’s world would collapse without form.

She would be reborn as a weak creature in a strange world. Like the duckling that hatches from the egg, the newly born woman would imprint on the first and only person who took care of her.

Leon Winston.

Right after the Sinclair incident was sorted, repression started as expected.

A request came down from the Army Headquarters in King’s Road to send a lieutenant-grade officer as an attached aide to some general. It wasn’t a personnel transfer.

It wasn’t surprising that the person who best matched the required qualifications of ability and experience was Leon.

An attached aide sounded good, but it was basically a secretary. It allowed a lot of contact with high-level personnel as he followed the general’s tail, but it never accumulated merit. Moreover, high-level work was rarely assigned to nobles.

The plot to demote him to secretary and give the domestic information department head position to Lieutenant Collins, who had actively cooperated in the anti-rebel operation, was obvious.

Even if the King might do that, the fact that the Grand Duke agreed with the plan was ridiculous. Trying to tame the disobedient dog Leon Winston by making his own people step on his feet.

He was stupid. Because there is always a grain of trust in making a dog not listen.

The Western Command pretended not to understand the obvious demand of the Army Headquarters and sent Collins to the attached aide position. The upper echelon must have been quite surprised.

“Even pretending to be a senile old man has its limits.”

“I suppose so.”

Leaning back in the commander’s office, Leon exhaled cigar smoke lazily and answered. On the other hand, the commander, who looked as if he would be scared of the hazy ashes sitting, kept tapping the cigar into the ashtray.

It made sense.

The King’s last resort was his daughter.

If Leon didn’t submit to the end, the King would blackmail him with the fact that his government was a rebel. Or not. Leon no longer cared about his honor as long as the woman was alive in his hands.

On the other hand, the King would only spit on his face if he exposed the fact to the public. The newspaper would run that Major Leon Winston had made the daughter of the woman who killed his father his government, and at the same time rumors would spread that royal blood mixed with the rebels’ blood.

The biggest loser would be the commander now turning his cigar with shaking hands.

“Hey, Major. Instead of causing friction, shouldn’t you find a way to reconcile?”

Leon wrinkled his eyes toward the senile old man as if looking at him.

“Reconcile? Don’t they want absolute submission from the other side?”

Reconciliation was only possible when in equal positions.

“There is one way.”

The commander crushed his cigar and leaned toward Leon.

“Let us make a contribution that no one can fault. A contribution that satisfies both the people and the royal family.”

“You mean wiping out the base?”

Thinking it was a great plan, Leon lost interest immediately when the commander hurriedly added.

“That is already your mission and you are working hard on it. But how about this method.”

The commander lowered his voice and suggested a path, and Leon’s face gradually showed discomfort as he listened quietly.

“I’ve already thought about that.”

“Then why don’t you use it right away?”

“That’s…”

His loose posture changed. The discomfort was clearly revealed from the tense neck muscles.

“No matter how long the leash is, even a dog…”

He tried to say something but closed his mouth. The cigar was crushed in the ashtray.

And he hadn’t even listened.

He needed a better leash.

His face hardened when he thought of the way to put the leash on.

‘How disgusting.’

He asked him the disgusting method. Was this the voice of reason or the howl of barbaric instinct?

“Ha, please a little…”

Grace, who had been lying dead, jumped up. Her face, which had been roughly wiped, turned bright red, and her hair was torn and tangled by the hand.

The time of shame that always came after a night of madness. In other words, the time that came every day now.

Today was not ‘time’ but ‘day’. Because the various stupid and foolish things she had done last night had popped up like mushrooms after the rain throughout the day.

Moreover, she had a hangover all day.

Recently, Winston’s hand that came at night always held a liquor bottle. And last night too, Grace had done things to regret while drunk on liquor.

It was good when she gulped down to forget the dark reality locked under this narrow ground.

Her head was pounding again, so Grace reached for the floor. The moment she emptied the water glass on the table and tried to lie down again.

Familiar footsteps came from outside the door. But somewhere strangely disrupted.

Click. The lock unlocked and the door opened. Today was quite late.

“Hello.”

The boring greeting as always.

“Daisy.”

But today the name attached behind was different.

‘Daisy?’

Usually the mischievous she-dog Bella. When trampling her, Sally. When facing her as an enemy, Riddle. That was the rule of names.

But Daisy had never been in that rule before.

Looking at her with bewildered eyes, the man approached right away.

‘Drunk.’

His posture was as sharp as always with a ruler, but the closer he got, the stronger the whiskey smell became. When he got close to the bed, the focus in his eyes loosened clearly.

‘Why did this man, who had been drunk here, come drunk already today?’

When she tilted her head sideways, the man curled his lips softly. Perfect symmetry of the lips, and the glossy eyes. A real smile that was hard to see.

Grace, who was dazed, the man extended his hand.

“Let’s go.”

“Where?”

“I promised to play at my room, right?”

“When did I promise that, eh!”

The man lifted her in the blanket without holding her hand. Not like when he had carried her on his shoulder to the bathroom, but like a princess supporting her with both arms, he even removed the shackles and walked out of the interrogation room.

Grace tightened the blanket hem and glanced around restlessly. Because it was late, or because he had temporarily relieved the soldiers as when he walked the office, there was no one in the brightly lit corridors and stairs. Fortunately, no one saw the weird figure wearing only the blanket, stockings, and dog collar.

After passing the second floor where the office was and going up the stairs again, Grace asked.

“Where are we going?”

“I told you I’m going to my room.”

Why was he annoying her by asking again when he had already said it? The man’s answer was to walk the third-floor corridor.

At this time, and not the office but the bedroom?

“My bed is too good for you.”

It was a sincere word from the day he arrested her. He had never brought her to the bedroom.

‘My god, how drunk is he?’

Even so, he buried his nose in the neatly tied neck and sniffed the scent. The smiling breath brushed Grace’s cheek, and hotter lips touched her forehead than usual.

Grace, who hadn’t intended to play the sweet affection game, lifted her head immediately. The man put her down only in front of the bedroom and opened the door. He grabbed Grace’s hand tightly and pulled her to the bed.

“Why here? My bed is…”

The moment she was about to sneer that he hadn’t said it was too good for her, Grace’s eyes wavered.

“I have something I want to give you.”

At the end of the gaze, the empty cup on the bedside table was tilted and stuck with a bright red candy apple.

“Will you play at my private villa tomorrow?”

Only then did Grace realize he was talking about the promise that had faded long ago.

“Instead, if the adults find out, it’ll be troublesome, so let’s play hidden in my room.”

“Okay.”

The promise she couldn’t keep was actually an example showing ten years later. As he said, this man had hidden Grace in his room and made her his plaything.

‘What is that for?’

Grace’s expression was far from someone looking at a sweet dessert. Now, it didn’t look like he had brought it as a gift.

Cherry candy, and…

“As a reward for buying ice cream, you have to play with me today. Right? That’s our promise.”

The stick ice cream was also just a vulgar toy for that man.

It was not long after he was arrested. One day, his hand had brought a bright red strawberry-flavored ice cream during newspaper time. It was exactly the same as the one he had given her that summer.

In that way, the memory of first love was further dirtied.

Flowing. The cold feeling was still vivid. Grace trembled and turned pale like that time.

What was the candy apple for? She couldn’t ask because of fear.

Winston sat Grace on the edge of the bed and sat at her feet. The black tie was roughly loosened and thrown to the opposite chair. He loosened the laces of his military boots and threw them away, then flopped down in the middle of the bed.

“Fuck…”

When the rough words came out, Grace turned her head to the back. He had been fine while climbing the stairs, but suddenly the drunkenness was coming. The man’s thick fingertips missed the pin crossing the shirt collar.

When things weren’t going well and he was embarrassed, Grace did the same, and the man slid his lower lip out and made a sullen face.

“Daisy, take it off.”

Take it off. That was also a word she had said over and over.

Grace looked down at the man who was far from the ruthless Camden’s Vampire with incredulous eyes and asked.

“If I poke you to death with this pin, what then?”

The man’s eyes quickly darkened. Because he was drunk, his eyes that couldn’t hide his gloomy mood glared at her.

One corner of his mouth twisted faintly.

“A son who inherited his father’s back. A daughter who inherited her mother’s back. Something like that, right?”

“……”

The thought that the twisted smile without energy was like resignation was not a misunderstanding. Grace stared at him for a moment and reached her hand to his neck.

‘Why is he like this today?’

Today, Leon Winston was not the only one unusual.

While taking out the pin and unbuttoning the shirt, Grace asked as if questioning him. What is he doing? A wife taking care of her husband who came back drunk after missing the opportunity to kill him by slipping it out of her mouth.

“Wear it.”

The man offered the shirt, but Grace frowned and avoided it.

“You smell like liquor. The cigar smell is also terrible.”

“The bat hit me. It’s fortunate that other guys don’t bury the woman’s perfume scent.”

According to his words, there was no woman’s scent on the shirt.

“Please do that?”

“Why? I’m more honest than I look.”

Daisy or first love from her mouth? He must have drunk all the whiskey from a certain cabaret.

“Ah, because I don’t smell, you don’t like?”

It couldn’t be that reason. Grace wrinkled her brows. He crumpled the shirt and threw it into a corner of the room, then half sat up.

“Come here, Daisy.”

The man lifted the candy apple and opened his arms. What was he trying to do? He pulled the resisting Grace down and did something unexpected.

“Eat.”

Just eat?

He had known it was a vulgar and cruel prank, but he put it in Grace’s mouth. Then he lay down and watched her bite the apple with a nervous face, propping her chin.

“Tasty?”

The man asked, tucking her hair behind her ear. When she nodded with a dazed feeling, a tender smile spread on his face. A drunk man buying a trivial gift for his lover and looking happy was like that.

“Why did you buy this?”

“Because I thought of you.”

“That sounds harsh.”

“Whatever, it’s right when your heart beats.”

He grinned and lowered his head. Crack. The sugar sheet from the man’s teeth broke with a pleasant sound.

Because her body had grown larger than that day, the apple felt smaller. Through the apple, their eyes met. At that moment, all movement stopped. In the silence, the mixed breaths added more and more tenuous heat.

Whip.

The man suddenly snatched the apple from her hand and threw it to the other side of the room. He immediately pulled Grace’s hair back. Their lips crashed together roughly.

The two lips glued with sugar syrup stuck together with a slap. The sound of flesh sticking and separating became more explicit. Could kiss sounds be so sticky? Grace’s ear tips became hot.

‘Pull yourself together.’

She barely calmed her pounding heart and held her reason.

If she didn’t want to catch the chance to kill him, she shouldn’t miss the chance to escape.

Staring into Winston’s eyes, she remembered the door behind her back while stealing his lips. When she came in, it had only closed, not locked with a key. She hadn’t brought handcuffs or shackles. Probably the soldiers had left the Annex or were sleeping in the rooms on the first floor. And the wall was easy to climb over.

Grace closed her eyes slightly and tilted her head. The thick tongue slid in through the slightly open teeth.

‘This time it’s quite sure.’

The man was drunk enough that he couldn’t even properly fold his clothes and take out the pin. He would probably collapse after just one body contact. Grace decided to escape in the meantime.

To do that, she first had to subtly seduce so that her intentions wouldn’t show.

“Unng…”

She accepted the kiss but sometimes pulled away unwillingly. While doing that, she deliberately brushed the tip of her tongue and twisted her body to rub his erect nipple on her bare skin. As planned, the man pushed harder.

Was there a beauty trap school in the revolutionaries? It was funny. The person who taught her beauty trap was actually her client.

“Ha…”

In the joined mouth, the leftover fruit was vigorously mixed, and the juice flowed along her lips. Winston licked up Grace’s chin. The flesh pushing up to the corner of the lips slowly slid from the repeatedly rubbed lips.

The kiss, which had been flowing in the direction Grace wanted, changed direction. The rough became gentle. The excessive became shy.

It was not the lustful kiss of an adult. It was the kiss of the boy who couldn’t muster the courage to kiss her and had hesitated all evening.

Grace, surprised, opened her eyes, which she had kept hidden to not show her intentions. The burning gaze was gone. The light blue eyes were hazy like in a moist fog.

The sad eyes said.

‘I really liked you…’

Don’t.

‘How could you do this to me.’

Don’t do this to me.

When she clenched her teeth, the sugar syrup fruit shattered into pieces. The taste wrapping her tongue was the bitterest of all.

Unlike the first kiss where her face had been hot with shame, this time her eyes became hot. The man noticed it and reached out to stroke the corner of her eye with his thumb.

Beauty trap was indeed a cruel torture. Especially when the repressed emotion was long against the other person.

The firm lump was about to surge up and block her throat. Her breath was choked. She couldn’t endure it and turned her head.

The hand stroking her face stopped. The hand slid down her cheek and fell with a plop to her knee. The wristwatch was pointing at midnight.

“Daisy.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Do you know what day this is?”

“I don’t have a radio, newspaper, or even a calendar, so how…”

“The day we were supposed to hide in my bedroom and watch a trivial movie.”

Grace, who had been arguing without wavering, was dazed as if hit in the head by the following words.

“Maybe something we shouldn’t have done on that day happened while watching the movie.”

The man laughed as if finding it funny.

“I would have been fine with that.”

But the drooping lips didn’t look happy at all.

“If that hadn’t happened…”

There was a reason why this man called her Daisy today and acted strangely.

Today was the day his father died and the day his purity died.

“Daisy…”

He was looking back at the last happy moment before he lost his pure heart.

However, in front of Grace, it was not the boy who had been ecstatic with first love, but the man crushed by hatred and duty.

On the day he had locked himself in the interrogation room, the man had asked her like this while drunk and tired.

“Grace Riddle, have you ever imagined a life other than yours?”

Grace, who had lived looking only at the cause after the horrific incident at Abington Beach, had never imagined her own life. When she shook her head, he gave an unexpected answer.

“I want to know a life other than Leon Winston.”

It was strange to ask about another life while having everything. She thought it was an unusual thing for Leon Winston.

But now, she had come to hope that he was not Leon Winston.

“What are you thinking?”

Could you have been a better adult now if that hadn’t happened? Could we have been happy if that hadn’t happened? Together or walking our own paths.

She had such futile thoughts.

The man, who had been tracing her gradually reddening eyes, leaned toward her.

“Daisy, answer me honestly.”

She could read the desperation that he had to know the answer from the tone. What was he trying to ask?

But she didn’t come out easily. The torn lips closed again, and he calmed his expression.

“What kind of movie do you like?”

It was an awkward smile. Anyone could see it was not the original question she had planned.

He knew what he was trying to ask.

Didn’t she know anything at all? Why, among the many villas in that vast place, had it come to her? Why her?