An Uncharacteristic Path

It was a sweltering day. “Ha…” Yet Grace’s body was already slick with sweat—not from the weather alone. “What the hell does he even know how to do?” The cold barb made her tail of hair stand on end in fury. A breeze slipped through the window at the far end of the dressing room, cooling the heat along her neck. Between the summer birds’ songs outside, faint voices drifted in from somewhere in the garden. Those of the servants preparing for the engagement ceremony. “I had to teach you to act like a whore. And now I have to teach you how to tie a necktie too?” Clutching the necktie and straining under it, Grace clenched her fists until the thick black ribbon dug into her neck and wrinkled. The man’s forehead also creased. His face was not pained by the lack of air. “Enough. Go fetch a handkerchief.” He snatched the necktie from her hands in one swift motion and gestured toward the bureau in the center of the dressing room. Grace felt awkward. He had always found her provocations amusing before. But since that night, he only grew irritated by them. Now she was beginning to understand how little respect he had for even his own kind. *Clink.* Grace wrapped the chain hanging from her neck in her hand and headed for the bureau. She opened the second drawer, hunting for the white handkerchief that matched the black tailcoat, and suddenly caught sight of the bedroom beyond the open door. “What are you doing here…?”

The next morning, when Leon Winston opened his eyes, his face was pale. He had seen Grace lying naked on her bed and looked so bewildered. He had almost relaxed, thinking he had forgotten last night’s events—until his gaze landed on the candy apple on the floor. His expression chilled instantly.

He remembered everything.

That was why he had stopped drinking or bringing her anything, and why he had begun keeping his distance. ‘If you intend to keep your distance, why force me to serve you in the engagement attire?’ Grace handed him the white handkerchief. The man straightened the necktie with neat precision and gestured toward the chest pocket of his jacket. She silently tucked the handkerchief away and resumed fixing it. ‘Going to the engagement with another woman and leaving the preparations to your mistress. You really are a human beast.’ He would have sneered at that yesterday. But now he treasured his words more than ever. Why had he done it that night? He had been swept up in the man’s violent emotions, done things he would regret for a lifetime, and even blurted out that he genuinely liked her. The man who had always been the one to expose her was now the one Grace was fighting.

Their relationship, which had always been a clash of notes, had now settled into silence. Two mismatched notes could only sound if the bow and strings rubbed against each other. But they were now avoiding even that friction, and silence reigned. It should have been peaceful, yet it only made her uneasy. If they were uncomfortable with each other, she could simply not see him. Grace could not do that, but this man could. ‘Then why is he preparing for the engagement in the annex?’ Grace stared at the man wearing the golden wristwatch she had given the Grand Duke as a gift. He was fastening the buckle on his left wrist when he tilted his head and glanced sideways. Their eyes met. Grace looked away at once.

While he cleared the gift box he had opened, Grace noticed a stack of boxes piled pyramid-style on the ottoman in the corner of the dressing room. They all looked expensive. And the design was far too feminine for him. ‘Gifts for the Grand Duchess? Then why are they here?’ None of my business. She was about to look away—

“No clown today?” The man straightened the collar of his shirt in the mirror and muttered sharply. He did not seem pleased with his long, whip-tail jacket.

Grace, on the other hand, was pleased. It was not because she liked the look, but because the officer’s uniform carried a lighter sense of oppression than the jacket.

Yet arrogance had grown stronger. The tailored cut that emphasized his waist made his actual slender waist appear even narrower. Thick chest and broad shoulders were thus highlighted, and the condescending gaze completed the aristocratic perfection.

Moreover, unlike the officer’s jacket, this one did not hide his waist or hips, so his already long, slim legs looked even longer. She wanted to kick the back of his knees and snap those legs in half. But if she did, it would be *her* legs that snapped.

“Indeed. Today you must put on a show in front of everyone, so you might as well be a clown.” The sharp mutter made Grace look away. Today his nerves were even sharper than usual; a single glance could cut.

Once he was ready, the man tugged the leash hanging from her neck. She was dragged into the hallway, the chain wrapped tightly around her hand. The corridor was empty, but the humiliation was still degrading.

“I’ll walk on my own.” “I’m grateful you’re not making me drag you on all fours.” He answered curtly and pulled her toward the stairs. Grace had no choice but to be dragged down, teeth gritted.

Someone else had to be dragged like a dog all day today.

That was the only reason he had been growling like a dog since morning.

“Captain!” As she turned the landing on the second floor, a soldier rushed in through the annex gate and called Winston. His face was ashen as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

The real “ghost of the interrogation room” had to hide in the second-floor corridor the moment another man appeared.

“You said not to come in until you gave permission. What happened?” “Th-that…” Leon was about to answer when the front door burst open.

*Commander?* The instant the wrong man appeared, Leon glared at the corporal guarding the annex gate. The corporal bowed with a face full of shame.

No matter how much money and power tried to buy silence, soldiers remained soldiers. So if the commander ordered the gate opened, a mere corporal could not refuse.

*We must replace him immediately.* Ever since the inspector had burst in, Leon had planned to hire private guards and clear out the military personnel, but he regretted not acting sooner.

“Where is the interrogation room?” Commander Davenport walked into the first-floor corridor and asked the corporal. Fortunately, he did not seem to know Leon was standing on the stairs. He quietly told the woman leaning against the wall.

“Go to the bedroom. No sound.” The woman did not move. She had never been left alone in the bedroom before, yet Leon had told her to go anyway.

“If you behave well, I’ll let you take a garden stroll tomorrow night.” Instead of a whip, he offered a carrot, and the woman glared at him while wrapping the leash in her hands. Watching her climb the stairs on tiptoes like a cat, Leon looked down. Just then the commander began descending the basement stairs.

He paused when he heard footsteps. “Ah, Captain. You’re here.” The commander looked up with a relaxed smile. Leon knew he was relieved to find him here, yet deep down he was disappointed.

“You came earlier than expected.” The commander wore a dark gray tailcoat. As an invited guest to the engagement, he had no trouble passing the estate gate.

“However, this is not the place for an engagement ceremony.” Leon’s inner thoughts were laid bare as he stood face-to-face with the commander. The man’s relaxed smile vanished, replaced by a stern expression.

“I came to see her.” “Oh? How unexpected.” There was only one reason a man who wanted to bury her forever in the interrogation room would come to see her with his own eyes.

“To confirm whether your claim is true.” Leon was suspicious of the commander, who mentioned his late son as if it were his own illegitimate child.

“Make sure no one comes near her.” Leon had the corporal standing idly in the hallway thrown out and closed the front door. He gestured for the commander to lead the way downstairs. Leon only crossed his arms and refused to move.

“I’ll show you photographs soon.” “Black-and-white photos! You say you’ve had her eyes examined—can you even confirm that?” The commander tapped the tip of his cane against the carpet.

“I just want to check briefly with my own eyes. You’re far too cautious over something so simple. You don’t know how suspicious that makes you?” “You know I’m not afraid of being exposed.” “Hey, Captain. I’m not here to eliminate that child. Fine. Body search approved.” The commander spread his arms wide. He wanted Leon to personally confirm there were no weapons on him. Leon shook his head.

“I’m not here to take anything from you. I have no intention of taking her. You know better than anyone I don’t want to be entangled with her in any way. I just want to confirm something quickly.” “Go.” Leon had no intention of showing her no matter the commander’s purpose. But the commander was relentless.

‘Does she resemble Father so much…?’ The elderly man turned to descend again. Since she was not there, Leon wanted to drive the intruder out of the annex at once. He wondered what the woman left alone in the bedroom might do.

“You don’t need to confirm eye color. Photographs will do.” He would know from the photos alone.

The commander stopped, gritted his teeth, and his face flushed with anger. His eyes, fixed not on Leon but far behind him, suddenly widened.

“My God…” Leon followed the commander’s gaze. Grace stood on the stairs looking down at them both.

“Get down!” That damn cat-like woman. He had not even heard her coming.

“Get down right now!” “George…” As Leon stood motionless blocking the way, an absurd name slipped from the commander’s lips. Georgia—the late commander’s youngest daughter who had died years ago.

The commander was not seeing a ghost of his dead daughter. When conducting the family’s background check, he had seen that the dead woman in the photograph resembled Grace Riddle quite closely. Leon could not deny the similarity either.

‘Damn it…’ One of the many reasons he had not wanted her shown was now unfolding before his eyes.

“My daughter. Come here, come here.” The man who had no claim on her opened his arms and called her his daughter. She was a stranger yet strangely familiar. He had her same dark brown hair. On a face that looked oddly similar, her teal eyes welled with tears.

‘What…?’ Two men gave her opposite orders at once.

“Georgia, come to your father.” “Riddle, come up here now!” The elderly man tried to climb the stairs in protest, and Winston blocked him. Grace, watching the two men in confusion, finally lifted her feet that had been stuck to the floor.

*Tap-tap.* The sound of footsteps echoed up the stairs to the third floor. Leon looked down at the bewildered commander and gave him the most arrogant smile he could muster.

“The young lady doesn’t want to see you. Since you’ve confirmed it, you may go.” “Captain, are you treating my daughter like a dog?” The commander clung to the dog collar and leash around Grace’s neck and berated him. He had clearly gone mad. The words he had spoken earlier—that he wanted nothing to do with her no matter what—were already forgotten.

“This is an insult to me…” “You call my daughter a time bomb that could end your life.” “…?” “Pull yourself together.” For five minutes Leon remained calm while driving the gray-haired commander out, yet inside he was not. The card he had been most reluctant to play—the secret of her birth—was snatched from his hand and used at will.

Rage boiled inside him without restraint. Yet the moment he remembered the woman who had fled his command, unexpected joy surged through the rough whirlwind.

She had obeyed his orders. The corner of his mouth, which had been slightly raised, suddenly hardened. No. Perhaps she had simply run from the shocking truth. After all, she was a woman who knew how to deny reality with frightening skill.

“You will pay dearly for defying me.” The threat to obey had only stirred her suspicion, not fear. He had promised no immediate punishment.

Usually he would strip her naked, force her to perform vulgar acts, and toy with her. But the moment he dragged her into the interrogation room, he had only locked an ankle chain and left. He was the kind of man who wanted to avoid her.

Grace could not shake the strange conversation that had passed between the two men. “My daughter. Come here, come here.” And the strange words and behavior of the unfamiliar man twisted every thread into a knot. The only person who could unravel it was the man who had just left. Grace grabbed him.

“Who is that man?” The man who had called her his daughter was not her father. Yet he looked enough like her to be considered a brother.

“A mad old man.” “No!” Please say it’s not true. Tell me my bad feeling was wrong. The man avoided her pleading gaze and gripped the door handle.

“I have to go now. We’ll talk later.” “The engagement ceremony is still two hours away!” Grace blocked his path with her whole body and even grabbed his throat. A woman who did not even know how to tie a necktie handled it with terrifying skill.

Why was a woman who was so good at denying reality now digging deeper into the truth? “If you don’t want to break your wrist, let me go with kind words.” “I can’t! You said I had to talk before I left! Isn’t that difficult?” “You’re a woman who only has two things: poking my nerves and spreading her legs. You wouldn’t understand how busy I am.” Leon poured out mocking words lazily to the furious woman. Her lips trembled as she gritted her teeth.

“The kind words end here. Stop.” He grabbed her wrist holding the shirt collar as a warning. But the woman, instead of being frightened, swung her other hand at his face.

*Thud.* A dull pain spread across her left jaw. When the knuckles brushed her lips, a stinging sensation followed.

“Ha…” Leon moved his jaw and laughed softly.

“Another woman with bad manners.” He could not hit her back the same way.

The woman did not strike. One hit would have sent her to the hospital. She knew that. So why was she so confident in swinging at him? Leon wondered how to correct that habit. The bitter taste of blood spread through his mouth. He licked his split lip. His thumb was stained red with blood.

He took a deep breath, as if pressing a wild heartbeat. The woman’s eyes, which had been glaring at him, began to waver. The blood smell—not hers—still boiled his blood. Leon lost reason like a bull seeing red.

“Ugh!” He grabbed the back of her hair and yanked. He looked down at the woman who could no longer move with burning eyes and spat out each word.

“Do you really want to know his true identity?” The woman who had been acting like a wild colt moments ago had no answer. When her teal eyes filled with fear, Leon licked the blood from his split lip and curled it into a smirk.

I must watch the exact moment her mind breaks.

“George Davenport. A collateral royal and the new Western Commander. In your youth, when you were an officer of the Royal Guard, your mother approached you.” “…?” “Of course physically.” The woman’s eyes shouted fiercely. Don’t lie! I am proof I am alive.

“After selling your body to extract information, you foolishly took the man’s child. Who is it? Huh? Who do you think?” Grace’s eyes, who already knew the answer, convulsed like a body pricked by a knife. Her face grew pale as if death were near.

“How pitiful. Your body carries the blood of the royal family you despise.” “Ah… no…” The moment the woman whispered tremblingly, Leon hurled words sharper than fists.

“Grace Riddle, you are the proof that the Blanchard Revolutionary Army uses dirty honey traps.” The hand gripping his throat went limp. She had thought he would strike again, but she staggered back, eyes unfocused.

“Get out. Now.” The white organza covering the pergola fluttered in the breeze. The banquet table set in the center of the open garden could not be cooled by the night breeze.

Only the main table facing the banquet radiated cold indifference.

When the family heads left the table, the three young men and women remaining felt no need to hide their emotions. Leon looked at his brother and fiancée sitting across the round table in a diagonal line. Both faces were those of someone attending a funeral, not an engagement. His own would be no different.

An engagement. Leon rinsed his bitter mouth with champagne, then hardened his expression again. The thought that he might have been crazy to imagine another face after hearing the word “fiancée” came to mind.

Marriage was nothing but a business to increase wealth. By that logic, marrying the cursed, bad-tempered woman before him was a charitable act. He would have to give away everything he owned.

‘Insane.’ Even knowing it, he sometimes imagined a marriage without advantage with a woman who did not want him. He wanted to shoot the bullet through his own head.

Leon watched the guests dancing to the music on the floor with hollow eyes. Because of Mrs. Winston’s old-fashioned taste, the men and women wore jazz-inspired clothes and were dancing a waltz.

Under the yellow lights and purple vines, guests holding champagne glasses gathered and chattered loudly. When the crowd in expensive suits and dresses began parting for a young woman in a faded officer uniform, Leon sent her a glance.

She was one of the personnel monitoring the interrogation room tonight. The officer reported her movements in a whisper.

“She has been lying down for an hour.” “Dinner?” The officer shook his head with nervous eyes. Leon let out a short sigh and dismissed him.

She might suddenly act out, so he had ordered the interrogation room door left open to watch her every move. Thanks to the hourly reports, the engagement ceremony had at least been less boring, yet the urge to jump up and leave had grown stronger.

If that damn clown show had never happened, none of this would have.

In the end Leon could not resist the impulse and stood. As he passed the table and looked toward the commander seated nearby, he saw the man drinking heavily all evening with a dark expression. Leon hoped he was regretting his reckless act of opening Pandora’s box.

But the man who should regret a foolish act was Leon himself.

He had planned to show proof piece by piece in a day or two. In the meantime the woman should swell her small head with endless imaginations of the events.

Thus widening the crack in the hard shell.

So that the truth could seep in more easily.

He had only been trying to save the card he had thrown away uselessly. But the moment he smelled blood and lost reason, he had vomited the truth in the worst way possible.

Idiot. In the end the card had not exerted any of its power and had become mere torn paper.

Worst of all, the incident had occurred when their relationship was already cracking.

‘Cracking relationship?’ Leon laughed sarcastically as he pushed through the guests offering congratulations and stepped outside the pergola.

‘We were cracking from the very beginning.’ The first button was already wrong. He had forced mismatched buttons together until here. If he had fixed it along the way, would things have been different? No. The only way to repair a relationship was to cut out the wrong first button entirely.

Even knowing that, he had kept forcing the wrong button.

“Leon, where are you going?” As he passed the garden, his mother, showing off a new sculpture to the guests, caught up with him.

“You only have an hour until the fireworks begin.” The reason he had sat in the boring spot for fireworks had long since passed.

“I’ll be back soon.” Behind his mother’s displeased face, the brightly lit banquet table came into view. More precisely, Jerome’s figure guiding the Grand Duchess onto the dance floor. Both now wore faces suitable for an engagement ceremony.

Leon turned and continued toward the annex. He had escaped the funeral, but his face remained stiff.

“So I suggested sending you to the orphanage!” A sharp scream pierced his ears. Grace covered her ears, but it changed nothing. The sound in her head continued.

“My daughter. Come here, come here.” “Grace Riddle, you are the proof that the Blanchard Revolutionary Army uses dirty honey traps.” No! No! She wanted to scream until her voice gave out, but she could not. The women guarding the open door would tell her superior that she was agitated. She did not want to show that cunning man the evidence of her trembling.

Honey trap. Selling her body for information. It was impossible that her mother, who had been a proud military officer, would have used such a vulgar tactic. And that her father, who had always worked with her on missions, would have directed or allowed it made no sense.

Grace searched her mind desperately for evidence that could refute Winston’s claim. Every piece of evidence denying him was weak, while everything supporting him was overwhelmingly strong.

She could argue that teal eyes were a chance mutation, but the combination of hair color and features was too similar to be mere coincidence.

Moreover, if she had been an illegitimate child born during a mission by mistake, her parents’ distant attitude made sense. The mention of orphanage also fit.

No matter what, she could not believe her mother—the woman she revered most, the one who had been her life’s goal—had committed such an act herself. Perhaps she had been forced by the man. Those hot-blooded royalist swine.

“Impossible… it’s horrible…” Yes, honey trap was impossible. This was nothing but the cunning bastard’s doing.

In the end she had rejected both the undeniable evidence and the easiest conclusion. Grace buried herself under the blanket and endlessly insulted Winston.

A monster who had toyed with her body and then tried to ravage her mind as well. Not human— an ugly demon wearing a human skin.

‘That bastard made it all up. Don’t believe it. Don’t fall for such lies.’ She thought if she believed the boy was bad, he would become truly bad; so if she believed him false, he would become false. To hold herself together, she had to cling to hatred toward Winston with all her strength. That was the only firm emotion she had.

‘I can’t be the child of the royalists. Dirty. So dirty.’ Grace scratched her forearm while simultaneously denying and affirming. The marks from her nails turned bright red. Even that was not enough; she kept scratching until tiny beads of blood formed. From outside came the heavy sound of footsteps. Grace bit her lip under the blanket.

“From now on, clear the annex for the next two hours.” Leon pushed the officers out and stepped into the interrogation room, letting out a short sigh. The silver tray on the table beside the bed was still covered. He had never even opened it.

Treating her as he felt trapped would make their relationship even worse. He forced his anger down and asked gently.

“Are you hungry?” As expected, the woman did not answer. When he shook her shoulder wrapped in the blanket, her voice came out gruffly.

“Leave me alone. I’ve been punished enough for your mischief today.” Mischief. Leon clicked his tongue. The woman had called the truth of her honey trap his mischief. Worried the egg might break and the chick inside might be hurt, but the egg had not broken; instead the woman had plastered another layer of plaster on the thick membrane. Look. Completely turned to paper. It was unbearable.

“Stand up. I have something for you.” “I don’t need it. If it’s candy, shove it up your ass; if it’s candy apple, shove it in your mouth.” Leon was stunned by the vulgar reply. His patience, razor-thin from all day, was hanging by a thread.

“Why is your mouth so dirty? You still haven’t kicked the habit of rolling in back alleys.” He had finally lost patience and warned her, but the words were meant to be sarcastic toward a royal. He had only used his last thread of patience.

Leon lifted the blanket covering the woman’s head. The moment he saw her gloomy face, his anger eased somewhat and he decided to try rational conversation.

“You have nothing to be angry about. I only told you the truth.” It was true that he had committed countless acts of mischief before, but this was the first time he had felt such unjust treatment.

“…Yeah, it’s all my fault.” The woman neither looked at him nor answered. Leon set the matter aside for now and reached for her nape. The dog collar slipped off instantly.

“Don’t. Come with me. The fireworks are about to start.” Grace was again gripped by an uneasy feeling. She had assumed the fireworks meant she would at least be taken to the annex roof. But the man had brought her back to her bedroom. It had been foolish to hope for even a shred of truth from the man who lied so cleverly.

“The fireworks are canceled. I’m tired.” As the man tried to climb into her bed, he grabbed her wrist. “Wait. I have something for you.” He led her to the dressing room. After firmly tying back the heavy curtains, he turned on the lights.

“Take them off one by one.” The stack of boxes piled in the dressing room belonged not to the Grand Duchess but to Grace. He had been coldly treating her lately yet suddenly dumping expensive gifts. Perhaps he had ordered them long ago and could not return them.

‘Why would he even buy me gifts?’ Another perverted act of self-satisfaction? She reluctantly opened a box. As she checked each item, Grace’s face grew darker. The lewd lingerie was neither shocking nor unpleasant. What had pierced her and made her uncomfortable were the somewhat ordinary things a rich man might give his lover.

Various cosmetics, jewelry adorned with gold and pearls, silk high-heels and birdcage veils decorated with tiny gems, and elegant silk dresses.

Why was he giving expensive gifts for her body to the government who was worse than a beast for the engagement ceremony? If it was mockery, it was unpleasant; if sincere, it was embarrassing.

Grace stood silently after unfolding all the boxes. The man, who had been watching her from the opposite side with his hand in his pants pocket, circled the room and approached from behind.

A veil attached to a headband was placed on her head. When it brushed the tip of her nose, Grace frowned.

The man lifted her chin and made her face the mirror. Beside his face, which showed a faint smile, Grace’s expression grew even stiffer.

“I picked them myself. Don’t you like them?” There was no way she would like them. Giving a woman with wings a golden hairpin and a feather headband.

“Now we are going to hold a party celebrating my engagement together.” He pressed his cold cheek against her hot lips, gave the order to wear only what he had bought, and left for the bedroom.

‘The clown show is the one I have to do…’ Grace lifted a pale cream silk dress from the largest box and let out a deep sigh.

“Miss Riddle, even if he generously marries you, do not wear a white wedding dress. You are no longer pure. I will dye it bright red myself. Understood?” The man who had mocked her with the words that only white suited her because it was the color of his semen was now trying to put her in a white dress. A dress resembling a wedding dress, and he was returning from an engagement with another woman.

Grace suddenly remembered that the man had hidden the smallest jewelry box without giving it to her.

What was he doing? This felt as if he were turning the engagement celebration party into a wedding. The back of her neck went cold.

“Should I call a maid to serve?” A thick voice flowed in from the bedroom and pressed on her. Grace gave up her useless thoughts and began undressing.

No matter what he intended, she had no strength to stop him.

In the darkened bedroom, the only dim light came from the window. The man sat with his back to the light.

“Come here.” He extended his hand. As she approached in unsteady steps unfamiliar with high heels, the dark figure gradually gained definition.

The jacket was gone; he wore a white dress shirt and a black vest over it. The necktie that had been called a clown was loosened and draped loosely around the stiff collar.

He stopped between the bed and the window without coming closer. He withdrew his hand, tilted his head, and rested his long index finger against his temple.

The black shoes on his crossed legs gleamed silver in the light from the window. His sharp eyes also sparkled.

He wet his dry lips with the tip of his tongue and brought his hand to his nape as if suffocated. He undid two buttons of his shirt and rolled up the cuffs. The motion seemed more hurried than usual.

“Turn around once.” The woman, watching him with a blank face, slowly turned in place. The hem of her light dress brushed her slender thighs and thin ankles with a soft *swish*.

The white dress exposed only her slender arms and collarbone, falling long below. A gold waistband shaped like leaves and twigs tied around her narrow waist and prominent hips, accentuating the curves.

The jewels and luxurious silk hanging from her body sparkled faintly in the moonlight from the window, creating an illusion as if she herself were glowing.

In short, she looked like a goddess from myth.

Others might say the sight was too intimate for one person to witness. But Leon only grew firmer in his thought that he did not want to show this woman to anyone.

“You are beautiful.” The voice was bitter. He extended his hand again; the woman reluctantly began to approach.

Every time she bent her legs, the dress hem parted, revealing black stockings that did not suit her and giving the elegant woman an aura of decadence.

Silk fabric flowed in deep arcs between the golden ornaments fixing her shoulders. Beneath, the cloth clung tightly to her body, revealing every contour. As she moved, her full breasts swayed heavily, and the erect nipples gently rubbed the fabric at the peak.

“Is our darling cold?” The underwear he had bought was nothing but thin lace fragments. The nipples threatened to pierce the cloth as they rose.

“Or do you like being looked at?” He curled his lips into a smile; the woman bit her lip and glared at him.

Leon let out a heated sigh. He had always been comfortable being stripped naked and looked at without hesitation whenever he wanted. The familiar body, now hidden only by a few thin layers, looked different. His long-suppressed conquest lust boiled up again.

When only one step remained, Leon could not hold back. He grabbed her thin waist as if to break it and pulled her down onto his thigh, then swallowed her lips.

“Ha…” Leon pushed until the woman declared surrender and obediently extended her tongue. When her silver saliva strands fell away, he picked up his breath with a smirk.

A mere kiss and he had already gone wild all night. His red lipstick had smeared messily across his lips.

Leon took out a handkerchief and wiped the smeared lipstick from the woman’s mouth. When he cleaned the cosmetics from his own lips, a sharp pain stung the left corner. The wound had reopened.

“Darling, it felt good to be hit, didn’t it?” The woman nodded with the same doll-like expression.

“Yeah, that would be nice…” He smiled bitterly and folded the handkerchief, tucking it into his pants pocket.

“You were hard to answer when I asked why your lips were split. I couldn’t honestly say my government hit you to stop me from going to the engagement.” The woman did not laugh at the joke. Her cold teal eyes and hot crimson lips formed a stark contrast. Her face, colored with intense hues, showed no vitality. It looked like a pale corpse with bright red lipstick applied.

“Smile a little.” Thinking it was her expression, Leon tried to soothe her with sweet words. But when the eyes behind the white veil remained cold, he let out a short sigh and muttered.

“…That damn old man.” At that moment the woman’s face blurred faintly.

“…I’m tired. Whatever the party or whatever, do what you want and finish quickly.” The words he wanted to hear most were “finish quickly.” The woman acted like a whore who wanted to throw out guests the moment she received them. She had planned to treat him like a lady tonight, but she wanted to break his patience.

With her body.

She began undressing before he even gave the order. She pulled the sleeve covering her left shoulder down to her elbow, exposing one breast. It was a blatant demand to bite and cover.

But what captured his gaze was not the soft pink nipple at the tip, but a long red scratch on her arm.

“Why did you do this?” He turned her right arm so the inner side showing the wound was visible.

“You said not to scar my body without permission.” He brought ointment from the bathroom and applied it to her arm. The gentle act looked like sewing a doll with broken strings in her eyes. No matter how expensive and beautiful things he bought her or how sincerely he claimed to love her, she would only see him as a toy.

“You seem to misunderstand…” The woman’s gaze was sharp as she cut off her thoughts.

“I said honey traps are dirty, not that *you* are dirty.” The man had seen it was self-harm and why she was hurting herself.

“So stop doing things like this.” The man who tried to hug her as if to comfort her because her pain was his pleasure pushed her away.

“You are disgusting.” The face that had grown dark with concern darkened into anger.

“Darling, I’m doing my best to restrain my patience so I can please your feelings. Don’t you see?” He clenched his teeth behind the gently raised lips, proving he was holding back his anger.

“I will never appease the feelings of others.” He did not need to, and did not want to.

“Neither my superior nor, even the king, will I.” It was none of his business whether others liked or hated him. He only wanted to become useful to others, not loved. Humans were nothing but chess pieces to each other.

But he did not want to be a chess piece to this woman.

Grace Riddle was both a chess piece to him and the very goal he wanted to achieve by using all his means. And he had foolishly hoped she would also see him as her goal.

Even though he knew it would never happen.

It was damn foolish.

“Yet you try to please my feelings. Even like this, you don’t know that I love you more than anything in this world?” At the last words Grace could not agree. But it was true that the man was trying to read her mood and comfort her tonight. Of course not in his selfish, arrogant way.

“That from a woman who has treated me arrogantly twice. There is no greater idiot in this world than me.” “I agree with the last words.” The man let out a *pfft* with a twisted lip and muttered like a sigh.

“Today is a dirty day for both of us, so keep your clothes on properly. Please?” The woman did not answer. All she could say by opening her mouth was that they should not face each other and make their already dirty feelings even dirtier.

The man waiting for an answer let out a deep sigh and pulled up the clothes Grace had lowered onto her shoulders, arranging them.

“Are you thirsty?” Whether he was trying to ease his anger or accept defeat, his voice was hoarse as he picked up a champagne glass from the table and pressed it into her hand.

Grace stared blankly at the tiny bubbles rising from the pale golden liquid. The moment Winston clinked his glass with hers, she drank hastily. Looking up at the man watching her with worried eyes, she asked in her heart.

‘Were you like that too?’ When the man had locked himself in the interrogation room, he had indulged only in alcohol and sex as if trying to forget something.

Had he felt the same unstable, shaking ground at that time?

Just as the man had done, alcohol and sex were the only things that could help Grace forget the current shock.

‘When did I become so corrupted?’ Of all the things, alcohol was the one that caused the least guilt.

“Drink a little slower.” Grace drank champagne repeatedly. Every time she lowered the glass, the man put a piece of almond cake the size of his palm into her mouth. The acting concerned was convincing enough that she might have been fooled if she had not been wary.

“Ha… I don’t know anything…” “You don’t have to know. Forget. Forget everything.” Leon hugged the woman who was getting drunk and whispered sweetly the same words in her ear.

He knew she could not forget even if he told her to. Instead of scaring her away, he wrapped her in those words, making her weak. The shell that had become harder than steel was easy to break.

Leon sang along with the distant waltz drifting from the window while holding the woman who had grown timid according to his lead. When she closed her eyes as if falling asleep, he spoke.

“Do you know how to waltz?” Grace shook her head.

“I’ll teach you.” As the man tried to rouse the troublesome woman, she pushed his shoulder away and buried her face stubbornly against his.

“I know how to waltz. I just don’t want to dance with you.” She did not realize, with the alcohol burning her head, that it was strange she was being held by someone she did not want to dance with.

“No princess today…” The man’s tired sigh brushed her ear.

“If you don’t like it, discard me.” This time a ridiculous sigh came out. The man, as if answering, tightened the arm around Grace’s body and asked.

“So did you waltz at the engagement with that man?” He was jealous of all sorts of things. In truth, Leon was jealous not of the waltz but of the engagement itself. Grace had no way of knowing that.

“I don’t remember. It was a long time ago.” “When?” “When I was nineteen.” Seven years was not long enough to forget everything that happened at the engagement. But Leon did not press the weakness, his mind elsewhere.

“Why did you do it so early?” Her father had died around then.

The power of the Riddle family in the council had weakened and the entrance shaken. The elder brother who sat at the round table with the elders in place of their father became anxious, and Grace became anxious too.

Now, looking back, she wondered if it had really been equal for everyone.

‘Another useless thought.’ After her father’s death and the remaining family worried, her lover Jimmy had proposed marriage. He had said it would let the Riddles deliver a message to the Blanchards as family.

The Blanchards already held the most seats at the round table. Grace’s engagement would give her brother a strong support.

She had agreed gratefully thinking marrying him was not bad. But later she wondered.

‘Now that I think about it, Jimmy did act like he was doing me a great favor.’ When the two announced their engagement, the reactions around them were not what she had expected. Few genuinely congratulated them. Most did not outright oppose, but warned it was too early.

Even her mother had called Jimmy in for over an hour. Jimmy never told her what was said.

And her brother, who had enthusiastically supported their engagement, eventually urged her to break it off when he left the revolutionary army.

‘Wait, all that persuasion was because I was only half a revolutionary…’ Grace shook her head vigorously, trying to shake off the terrible thought that clung to her. She had again fallen for Winston’s mischief without realizing.

A large hand gently stroked the smooth silk of her back. Hot lips pressed against her cheek through the veil, as if he knew what she was thinking and was trying to soothe her. It was unpleasant.

She pushed the lips against her cheek with her hand. The lips that had barely been removed now clung to her fingers. Her left ring finger.

The man traced his lips from the tip of her ring finger up the back of her hand and asked.

“Did he give you an engagement ring? I haven’t seen it before.” “That was before I came here, I left it with him…” Grace replied indifferently, then flinched.

“him.” She had never once called Jimmy that way. Winston tightened his hug as she was stunned by the vulgar word that had slipped from her mouth.

“It’s okay, darling. I’ll keep it a secret from that man.” The knot in her chest that had bothered her for a long time suddenly loosened with one word. He held her writhing body tightly in both arms and bit her lips as if to crush them. He even licked them as if praising a tongue.

“Want me to tell you an interesting story?” He asked as he lowered his hand to hers, fingers intertwined.

“Do you know what expression Jerome made when he saw me putting the engagement ring on the Grand Duchess? That ring was supposed to be on me. That’s how he was looking.” It was not an interesting story at all.

The man looked at Grace’s sullen face and smiled bitterly, then pressed his lips to the inside of his own hand.

“I was supposed to be the one putting it on…” As he murmured with his lips touching his skin, the smile slowly left his face. Only then did Grace realize the spot where his lips were pressing was the spot for the engagement ring. She snatched her hand away.

When Grace looked at him with eyes mixed with contempt and fear, the man clenched his lips tightly. He then gave an awkward laugh.

“Of course, you have something else you need to do.” The box the man took from his jacket pocket was not a ring. It contained a contraceptive device.

Grace stood in a precarious pose with one foot on the chair arm. She struggled to balance but her thin high-heel heel made it impossible, so she leaned on the man’s shoulder.

“You’re already losing strength in your legs just thinking about it. It’s done, darling. Just hold on a little longer.” The man, who had been busy with his hands preparing to take her, twisted his head and pressed his lips to the back of her hand. Grace moved her hand toward his nape to avoid his lips.

‘I wish I could grab his hair.’ The urge to mess up his perfect platinum blonde hair arose, but if she did, it was her body that would be messed up.

The hand in the high heels lightly squeezed the foot on the chair arm and gently stroked the skin up to her knee. Winston rolled up the dress hem enough to show the thigh flesh pressed by the black stocking band, then slipped both hands under her skirt.

“Ha…” “Quiet.” He slid aside the underwear that only covered her sex with a single strand of thick pearls. The hard lump pressing on her clitoris rolled aside, making Grace tremble. The man watching her expression smiled obliquely.

“Spread a little more.” Both hands pushed her inner thighs outward. Grace, unable to grip Winston’s shoulder, grabbed his head as if holding it.

Did they really need to put a contraceptive device on like this? Grace bit her lip, feeling Winston’s hot breath digging into her cleavage as she stared far at the banquet table. Shame surged from deep in her chest. She wanted to strangle the neck of that damn bastard.

The dress hem suddenly lifted to her navel. She thought cold air would enter, but hot breath came through a thin lace, touching her. The man had buried his head under her skirt.

The hand that had been groping her sex to find her clitoris gripped her buttocks tightly. The fingertips pressing the soft flesh were already damp with her fluid and unpleasant.

“Ha-uh!” The man’s heated breath spilled between her legs, and his wet tongue slid inside, licking her clitoris long and slow. Grace trembled in her thighs while holding his head.

“Ah, uh… hurry… ah… put it in…” Each time his tongue passed the sensitive tip, her words stuttered like a cough and her body jolted.

“Please put it in on the bed, Captain. I’d be more polite if you called me Captain.” The man’s words vibrating against her clitoris made Grace tremble as if shocked to her core until the end.

“Ah-uh…” A squelching sound came from between her legs, and her clitoris parted. Finally, two fingers holding the pessary slid inside her. While inserting the contraceptive device, he continued sucking her clitoris.

Grace trembled with the unpleasantness she had not yet grown used to, staring out the window. Beyond the high fence, the distant place was as bright as daytime.

Suddenly her reflection appeared in the glass. Trapped in darkness, no matter how heavily she was made up or how richly she wore the gems, she looked pathetic.

The man who had slid inside her skirt hated her. A woman who treated her kindly as a lady yet despised her as a whore.

Suddenly she thought the engagement partner who had ordered her to seduce him was no different. Every man who wanted her had treated her as a whore. No one truly loved Grace Riddle.

*Wail.* She bit her lip as tears threatened to spill.

The man lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed. The first thing he did after climbing on top was to remove the veil covering her face and press his lips to hers.

It was what a groom would do on the first night of their wedding.

‘Crazy…’ She was not in the mood to be treated like a bride. This was nothing but a play to satisfy the man’s selfish desires.

Leon Winston did not love Grace Riddle. Even if it was twisted love, there was no reason she should accept it with gratitude. No one swallowed poison saying they were hungry.

“Darling.” When their wet lips parted, the man asked.

“Will you celebrate my engagement?” Grace stared into his eyes, which curved slightly, and smiled the same way.

“I’m glad you became the Grand Duke’s puppet.” “Thank you. Hearing it from someone who cannot even be an enemy’s puppet or a discarded person makes me even happier.” The corner of her forced smile trembled faintly. She turned her head to avoid the hand that tried to stroke her cruelly.

“Don’t worry, darling. I won’t abandon you even if I marry. On my wedding night I’ll celebrate even more grandly.” Leon traced the red lipstick smeared lightly on the woman’s mouth. A mark spread all the way to her chin from the intense kiss. It looked as if blood had flowed.

He wrapped the pearl necklace around her neck like a leash and buried his face in her nape.

“You smell good from me.” It was the perfume he had personally chosen. The fresh citrus scent mixed with her body scent and flooded his senses. A moment flashed: the girl who had fallen from an orange tree into his arms.

His heart tightened.

“But you suit the smell of the interrogation room better.” Leon pressed his face to her skin so she would not see his expression and slowly moved downward. He pulled down the sleeve slipping precariously over her shoulder, revealing the white lace underwear stuck together.

The underwear did not adequately cover her intimate parts; instead it exposed them openly. It faithfully did its role of arousing the man who had bought it.

Only half of her gently swelling breasts were barely covered, so the pink areola peeked above the lace band. It was like the sun rising above the horizon. It could not be a more ridiculous analogy.

As he rubbed the nipple peeking from the lace edge, the woman stopped breathing and twisted her body. The sun kept rising.

The same was true below. The thin cloth twisted with narrow strings could not hide her flesh no matter how much.

Watching the chest through the intricate lace patterns, Leon slowly rolled one half-erect nipple with his fingertip. The sensation of soft flesh hardening was clear.

“Ha…” The nipple stiffened and tried to pierce the cloth, but was pressed down by the thread crossing it.

Leon spread the lace gap and took the nipple into his mouth. As his tongue swirled the tip, the woman’s bare shoulder shrank.

The opposite nipple, untouched while he played with the first, slowly rose. He scraped the tip on the rough cloth. The woman clenched his hand tightly and stopped him.

“Ugh, just do it. Who… ha… before someone comes looking… finish…” As Leon continued the foreplay without moving, the woman placed her palm on his forehead. A slender finger slid into his hair.

The harder she pushed him, the deeper Leon sucked the nipple. Her head tilted back, her breasts rising in curves and her nipples lengthening like melting marshmallows in heat. When he looked into her eyes and ate the flesh as if delicious, she closed her eyes tightly and withdrew her hand.

The body beneath him kept twisting. Every time the woman moved her legs, a *clink* sound echoed between them.

She lifted her skirt and one thigh high. A strand of pearls between her pink inner flesh was already slick with her fluid.

Leon pulled the woman’s hand covering her breast down between her legs. He rubbed it with both hands. When the pearl rolled from his fingertip and stimulated her clitoris, she lifted her body and cried.

“You want to finish before someone comes looking for me?” He licked the nipple rising from the lace long and slow and asked. When the woman nodded, panting, he commanded.

“Then say it.” “Ah-uh… please put it in, Captain.” She had learned long ago that it was better to obey the command than to resist and suffer more.

While she thought it was impressive, her energy drained. Her voice contained only resignation. The shame he loved so much was not felt at all.

“Where?” The woman, who could not understand why he asked the obvious, bit her lip. When she did not answer, Leon slid his hand resting on the mound downward. He tapped the pearls one by one with his fingertip, stopping at her clitoris then at the narrow opening below.

“Here?” “Ah! That’s… ah-uh… no.” As he pressed his fingertip, the pearl soaked in her fluid slid inside. He pressed her resisting body. Her face grew gloomy with humiliation.

Only then did the woman move. She herself pushed aside the pearl string with her hand and inserted two fingers shallowly into her clitoris to part it. Leon watched without blinking.

“Put it in here.” Only now, with gritted teeth, shame poured out. At the edge of the eyes shouting contempt for him, tears welled. Her cheeks were red as red as the inner flesh she had shown with her own hand.

Good. That was it. Leon smiled with satisfaction and sat up. Looking down at the woman waiting with her legs spread wide, he slowly, very slowly took out his penis.

His hand pushed aside the front of his pants and gripped the base. Even so, he had only half the thickness of the flesh pillar. It was a huge hand big enough to cover her face and more.

Perhaps the most terrifying monster was not the man, but herself, who lived every day pierced by that giant stake.

Grace thought absurd thoughts and tried to relax the tension in her lower belly. Just as she took a deep breath that would make her chest swell, Winston climbed on top of her.

“Keep your head from turning.” The man who had to look into her eyes every time he inserted his penis. What was he looking at?

But no matter what he showed, he always showed a twisted smile, so it was clear he wanted to be seen, not to see. It was him mixing their bodies now.

‘What are you so uneasy about? You lock me up and make it so I can only look at you and touch you, and you’re still so uneasy?’ Grace stared straight into his lighter blue eyes and questioned with her gaze. The man, as always, ignored her eyes and slid his legs between hers.

His hot flesh pillar sank into the gap between her parted flesh. As he withdrew his finger, her inner walls tightened and sucked the tip of his penis precisely.

‘Ha… my God…’ Grace swallowed a despairing sigh.

Now she could tell how excited he was from the temperature and volume of insertion alone. It was an ability she had never wanted.

No matter what had made him erect tonight, she sensed he would not let her go easily. While wishing someone would come looking for the pre-engaged groom who had run away from the banquet, Grace swallowed the penis pushing inside her inch by inch.

“Release a little more strength.” “Ah-uh…” “Take a big breath. That’s it.” Her body responded as he taught. Grace quickly forgot who she was and tightened and relaxed her lower belly to match his thrust.

The long dress was now wrapped only around her waist. The woman fully dressed from head to toe was entangled with the man on the same bed.

He had dressed her in delicate, expensive lace yet could not control his wild habits. After grabbing and twisting her breasts, holes appeared in the underwear.

He slipped his fingers through the gaps without hesitation and pressed hard enough to dent the flesh, swallowing the flesh pillar into his hand.

“Oh, ha… I’ll buy you new ones.” “I don’t need…” If she did not need it, discard it. Leon tore the underwear aside in one motion. The soft flesh from her cleavage to her navel was exposed. The nipples rising through the tattered lace swung roughly with his thrust.

“Ugh…” A choked groan came from deep in Leon’s throat as he watched the lewd sight. He had finally lost reason. He lifted the woman lying spread-eagle on the bed like a crying tomcat and slammed his hips upward.

“Ah, ah-uh…” The woman scratched his back with her nails and begged.

“Please… take it out. It’s too… ha… deep…” What kind of sound was she making while taking him to the end? She could not voice the complaint. He had no time to say anything while biting and pulling the tip of her breasts.

He swallowed, sucked, and chewed the flesh greedily. No matter how much she ate, it seemed she had not been fully filled. This woman never seemed completely possessed. Leon was a beast cursed with an unquenchable hunger.

“Winston…” The woman called him in a frail voice. Sometimes she wanted to hear him called Leon like that night in bed. It was strange.

Since he did not answer, the woman called him with an even harder title.

“Captain… Captain…” “Why?” He pulled out the swollen nipple and answered, then slid her hand resting on his shoulder along the smooth vest. She pointed to the spot where her hands overlapped.

“This… ha-uh… get it off.” It was the pearl ball between her thighs. Every time she was thrust, the woman let out a strangled sound over a single pearl and her thighs wrapped around his waist trembled faintly. She was performing lewd acts while sucking his penis, yet Leon had no intention of removing it.

“Hah!” Instead he twisted his waist flexibly and rubbed the pearl against her clitoris. The woman struggled to push him away but he did not release the arm around her waist.

She finally slid her hand between her legs to tear the string. Leon bent her two arms behind her back and pinned them all with one hand.

“Ah-uh, I don’t like it!” The woman shouted and twisted her body left and right, lifting it up and down. The hot, soft inner walls rubbing and sucking the sensitive flesh pillar made her unable to suppress her moans.

“Ha… good. You’re doing well.” “Take it out… please take it out…” Her words grew longer, begging for mercy, but mercy was something the man did not know.

“Ha-ugh!” Losing control, he slammed his penis into her sex like a raging bull over and over. Even after the woman cried and went silent, he did not stop. Leon hugged the writhing woman as if crushing her under a lightning bolt.

“You said you didn’t like it. Ha… you like it so much you’re going to die.” “Ha… hu-uh…” While she reached climax, her flood of fluid gushed out like a dam breaking, dripping onto the white bed sheet through the pearl. But she did not care that she had squirted like a loose woman in pleasure. Her mind was focused on the hand Leon had abandoned that was covering her mouth.

The window was wide open.

“I have to watch the fireworks.” He had deliberately left it open before starting.

Noisy voices and music drifted from far away. If someone was on the annex roof, they might still hear the sound of their bodies mixing.

The woman covered half her face with both hands and peeked at the window with nervous eyes. She looked like a frightened squirrel. The spark of sadism lit.

If there had been a wall where he could get excited by showing the woman to others, Leon might have thrown all restraint away.

He would have stripped her naked and covered her in the center of the banquet table in front of everyone. Her whole body from head to toe would turn bright red with humiliation then pale blue with fear. She would beg him more desperately to hide her body from the lustful and contemptuous gazes, like a livestock brought to the slaughterhouse, howling and cursing him until her dead eyes shook like a corpse.

The woman’s pride would shatter in an instant.

It would be quite fun.

Unfortunately, Leon had no such wall.

But there were countless ways to torment the woman.

Leon stopped his thrust and laid the woman down. She looked relieved as if she thought it was over, her flushed face calming.

“You like it, darling.” He whispered hotly into her ear. The waist that had been moving again was far from that hotness.

“Ha… ah… ha… stop…” He removed the two hands covering her mouth and pressed her down on the bed. He made her interlock her fingers one by one. The woman’s nails dug deeply between his knuckles. The sharp pain only felt exhilarating.

“Release… release… hah…” “Make noise. So everyone at the banquet hears. Please save me, Daddy. Captain Winston is raping me, screaming like this.” The woman’s face turned completely pale and her tears welled immediately.

‘Can you not deny it anymore?’ A crack was slowly forming in the woman’s faith in her family and comrades.

“Your father is probably…” “Stop.” “If you had come down the stairs shouting to save you at night, I would have taken you from here. I’m smart enough to know that.” He whispered into her ear. The chest pressed against his swelled greatly, and her breathing grew rough.

“You knew why you ran to my bedroom? You were hiding in my arms. Leon, protect me like this.” Leon knew. She had not wanted to leave his arms; she had only wanted to escape the shocking truth.

But it was not the truth but the plausible words that were brainwashing. Leon had wanted to peel off the brainwashing the revolutionaries had placed on her.

“Think carefully. You have thrown away every opportunity to escape me. You know deep down you didn’t want to run.” “Nonsense!” The woman retorted fiercely. The woman who acted fiercely when she should have been frightened.

Leon told her the recent events in a gentle voice to the woman who had already been frightened. The mother visiting the interrogation room, the time she had not run away from him while he was drunk on the anniversary of her father’s death. All were opportunities she had thrown away herself.

“You know it yourself. Being with me is safe. Your father will put a bullet in your head the moment he rescues you. If you go to a prison camp, you’ll end up in the same orphan state as the one used in honey traps.” Your comrades will not rescue you.

A sudden thought crossed Leon’s mind. He slowly lifted his head. The woman glared at him as if she wanted to scream.

Leon looked at her wet eyes with a sad gaze. The voice that flowed from between his hesitating lips was filled with earnest longing.

“I’m sorry, Grace. I love you.” Her eyes widened, and the teal pupil in the center trembled. She clearly believed those were Leon’s true feelings.

It was unexpected that he had not poured contempt on her even though he said he loved her. It was moving, yet regrettably Leon had to speak the truth.

“Your engagement partner sent you this message.” “…What? Did you meet Jimmy?” Leon’s face darkened and he shook his head.

“He said several times he has never come to rescue you.” He stroked her gently as if she were heartbroken beyond consolation, then gritted his teeth.

“A despicable rat. That man does not deserve you.” “Wait. Then how did you hear that…?” “The engagement partner abandoned you and even ordered your death while saying he loves you.” The woman’s questioning stopped.

“Yeah, your engagement partner ordered your suicide.” Leon hugged the woman whose mind had frozen and muttered affectionately.

“I can’t understand it with my head.” It was true. The man who had told her to die while saying he loved her, and the woman who promised a lifetime to a spineless man who could not protect even one woman, both were beyond understanding.

It made him genuinely uncomfortable. A man of such low level being Leon Winston’s rival was dishonorable.

“You wanted to keep it from her until the end…” Thin veins spread slowly from the woman’s eyes, which had turned completely pale, across the whites. It resembled a crack in the shell.

“I’m sorry.” He pressed his face to her nape with a heartless apology. Her skin was cold and damp. The cold sweat she shed felt refreshing. She did not know he was laughing.

She could say it now. Leon had observed her in detail tonight and reached that conclusion.

When asked why she had engaged so early, she had fallen into deep thought and shown a regretful expression. Now she would not submit to him completely. So even if he delivered the order to die, she would not commit suicide. That was his calculation.

“Stop your tricks, you bastard.” The woman snapped back to herself and tried to reject him and the truth.

“I wish I could do tricks too.” Leon stroked her trembling cheek sadly and looked into her eyes.

“You saw the box in my cigar case, didn’t you? It contained cyanide and a letter from your engagement partner. Want to see?” As if he would bring it and show it, she grabbed his clothes urgently. The woman who had said she did not believe him was actually believing him.

“Why? Huh?” “It’s fine. Why now…” “Sorry. I hid it. I was afraid you would die by his order.” Leon tried to make the saddest expression he could. Imagining the eyes now glaring at him losing their light and the woman’s inner flesh around his body becoming cold, it was not as hard as he thought.

“If you were hiding, why tell her now?” “You need to know the truth. Watching you believe in him and wait without knowing was fun at first. But now I’m suffering too.” Grace, this is a lie. I’ve been suffering from the beginning.

Leon gently held both of Grace’s cheeks and organized the conclusion of the long story.

“Grace Riddle, there is only one person in this world who will protect you. It is me.” The woman gritted her teeth and opened the lips she had been keeping tightly shut.

Try to deny it. You can’t. As expected, the woman only wiggled her lips. Leon drove a wedge into the crack that had formed in her heart.

“I love you. Sincerely.” The man spat out the word “love” as if it were hatred. Unlike the plausible act of moments ago, it felt raw. But whether the emotion was love or hatred, Grace could not tell. She only sank into the emotion the man had vomited like blood and grew dazed.

Meanwhile Leon grew intoxicated with victory. The shell around the woman was slowly breaking. Although he had thought it a hasty word, it was not. The lonely woman shaken by a love confession whose truth or falsehood he could not know.

Just a little more. Then you are mine.

But loosening the tension string before the finish line makes it easy to stumble.

“I’ll take revenge for you.” The moment the man said revenge, Grace suddenly woke as if pulled from boiling water.

“Revenge? For whom?” Grace sneered.

“You don’t know I’m using you for my revenge? You think I’m keeping my promise not to ask where the base is while building trust and eventually making me confess with my own mouth?” How shameless to use the word “love” for his own selfish purpose. A despicable swindler.

The man tried to refute with his tightly closed lips, but Grace did not give him a chance.

“What? You’re protecting me? Like a cat with fish? That’s ridiculous. You’re only protecting the whore who sets my things straight, not me.” Grace gripped the man’s throat and shot vulgar words with gritted teeth.

“Hey, Captain Winston. Stop the filthy tricks. Fight like a hot-blooded royalist pig and get out.” The moment vulgar words flew from the woman’s mouth, Leon’s face hardened. She showed no shame calling herself a whore. On the contrary, she insulted him while treating him like a eunuch.

“I’m really sorry. For saying such bad things to you.” It was ridiculous. Now she saw it had been a fake apology.

She had poured abuse on him without the slightest guilt the moment it did not suit her.

As a prisoner, she showed no fear.

The man suddenly sat up. The moment he pulled out his penis that had not yet finished, Grace held her breath with a bad feeling.

The feeling was correct. The object in the hand that had come from the bedside drawer was dark, but just the silhouette made Grace’s face turn completely pale.

*Revolver.* Leon raised the gun high as if to show it off and knelt between her legs. Grace met his eyes, forcing her teeth together so he would not see her trembling.

“You can’t kill me.” “Yeah, that’s right.” The man suddenly pressed his body against hers and kissed her lips. The moment the cold barrel tip touched her wet nipple, Grace could not hide her tremble. He swirled the nipple end slowly with the tip of the gun and whispered in the same rhythm.

“But I’m an impulsive person. Who knows what I’ll do when my eyes roll back. Ah, this… I’ll hug your corpse and cry in regret tomorrow.” The man lowered one side of his twisted lip sorrowfully.

“Regret is for me tomorrow.” The gun suddenly tilted upward then back toward Grace. Not her head, not her heart, but her sex.

“I’ve always wanted to shove my gun into your narrow crotch and stir it.” Grace’s heart dropped as she realized what he intended.

She tried to close her legs, but her chin was caught. Grace kicked and twisted to escape the strong grip.

“Get this off!” The man easily subdued her. He only needed to push her down with his body.

As he spread her legs with one hand, something long and thin touched the gap. The cool, hard texture of the gun barrel was clear.

“You know? This is yours. You’re about to die from my gun.” Why did I leave the gun next to the bed? A pervert.

He must have imagined stabbing her sex with this gun alone at night. If only she could silence his creepy walls, she would do anything.

She hugged Winston’s nape and pressed her lips to his twisted ones desperately.

“Winston, please don’t. I’m sorry. I was wrong. I was…” She reached down and gripped the flesh pillar stretching between her legs. His penis had become even harder than before.

“I’ll make your feelings good, okay?” Even while stroking the body that was boiling as if about to spew semen, the man only sneered. The cold barrel tip searched her sex more actively.

“…Want me to suck?” The moment he boldly proposed, the laugh left his lips. Only then did Grace realize. The man liked treating her as a whore but hated her acting like one herself.

Grace quickly changed her strategy.

“I… I couldn’t say it because I was embarrassed, but I was really depressed and really wanted to do it. Today is a hard day for both of us. Why don’t we keep feeling good and make love?” The moment she bent to put his penis inside while breaking her pride and acting like a lover.

“Sounds like love.” The flesh pillar caught in her clitoris sprang back and the gun slid into her belly without delay.

“Aaak! Please take it out!” As she writhed, the man covered her mouth and warned urgently.

“Don’t move. It’s a very sensitive gun. Even a small shock can fire it.” The voice was far too serious for a mere threat. Grace already knew how sensitive the revolver in her body was. She stopped struggling and the hand covering her mouth went limp.

“Then take it out. Ha-uh… please take it out.” It was the moment she was begging by rubbing her cheek on his palm like a well-trained dog. *Clank.* A sinister metallic sound rang out. The gun, which could fire even with a small shock, pulled the hammer as if the demon who knew no limit of cruelty had no choice but to be dangerous. It could fire at any moment.

“Please… hu-uh… Captain… please save me. I’ll do anything you want. Please! You’ll regret it if I die like this. Why lock me up if you’re going to kill me so emptily? Better… ha-uh… just kill me right away.” Grace only screamed while frozen. The moment she moved carelessly and the hammer loosened, she was dead.

Leon looked down at the woman wailing in ecstasy with eyes burning. He lowered his head to her ear.

“I’ll take it out once I go.” The excited voice filled his ear at the same time the revolver stuck between her legs began to move. The sensation of the hard metal rod stirring her soft flesh was thrilling.

“Hu-uh…” Winston smiled lazily with pleasure as if enjoying the sensation, like when he rubbed his penis against her belly. He asked.

“Why did it stop? Is it cold?” The barrel had been heating up slowly with her hot body temperature, and the cold had long since gone. Leon knew the man was not shivering from the cold.

Grace had to endure the indecent act with her legs spread wide while lying powerless. All she could do was beg.

“Please… stop…” “Concentrate.” “I can’t… ha-uh… how can I?” “Why can’t you?” The barrel was shorter and thinner than the bastard’s finger. No way could it be inserted.

“This… isn’t enough.” Grace, who could only survive at climax, suppressed the humiliation rising inside her and demanded stronger stimulation with her mouth.

“You fed me a big thing from the beginning and now you’re greedy.” Grace, seeing the man’s loose gap, reached down and gripped the menacingly erect penis.

“I… ha-uh… can’t feel anything except yours now.” At the explicit words the man smiled with satisfaction and kissed her gently. Just as she hoped it was almost over, he whispered while kissing.

“I’m no longer fooled by such cute lies.” Grace finally moved the hand gripping his penis to her own. Winston looked down at her with pity while she cried and rubbed her clitoris herself. But his hot breath while her face was wet with tears was only hot.

“Ha-uh…” The man’s satisfaction slowly rose in his eyes after filling the twisted desire. The man who had been watching her happily lowered his head. His lips sucked and bit her breast for a long time then slid down to feel the flesh.

Soon Grace’s hand was moved aside and the man’s lips took her place. His thick tongue slid inside and struck the tip. Beneath, the thin steel rod poked the narrow inner wall without rest. The half-moon sight at the tip of the barrel kept rubbing the most sensitive spot in the inner wall explicitly.

Whether because of deathly fear or familiar pleasure, Grace’s whole body trembled.

The sound of wet walls and flesh being sucked, and the man’s excited breathing with faint moans filled the bedroom as the sound of a sky-splitting plane passed overhead.

“Don’t squeeze too hard. The gun might fire from excitement.” The man’s warning was too late. The moment the deadly heat from her body exploded, her inner walls convulsed around the barrel.

*Click.* The vibration of the hammer releasing the bullet made the space between her legs ring…

*BANG.* The deafening gunshot followed. Grace froze in the exact position she had reached climax, head tilted back.

Her breath stopped. A silence as if time had stopped followed.

Grace waited for the pain piercing her body and prayed for a merciful god to take her life quickly. But what broke the silence was not the god’s merciful voice, but the demon’s laughter.

The barrel slipped out of her belly in one motion.

*Whish. Bang.* The gun in front did not fire, yet the gunshot sounded. Only then did Grace realize. The gunshot she had heard earlier was only the sound of fireworks exploding outside the window.

“Huu-uh…” Grace turned her head and screamed in sorrow as she watched the powerless fireflies blazing into the pitch-black darkness.

The man, licking the revolver barrel wet with her fluid, curled one side of his lip. With a *clink* the revolver chamber opened. The barrel pointed to the ceiling. A bullet should have dropped from the chamber, but nothing fell. It was an empty gun.

“Miss Riddle, you’re terrible. As a soldier you should check if the gun is loaded before firing. Don’t you know?” She could not see if the chamber was loaded because it was dark. Only then did Grace’s cries of anguish grow uncontrollably.

“This… darling… you’re really scared, aren’t you?” Winston tossed the useless gun aside and hugged Grace. When he tried to pat her back like soothing a baby, she tried to push the grotesque demon away.

“Don’t worry. I won’t damage your womb.” Then he whispered words as frightening as death.

“Because you’re carrying my child, the offspring of the royalist pig you hate.” “…What?” Was that the meaning I know?

Leon’s fingers, which could not understand his intention at first, slipped into her. The fingertip deep inside fumbled for something then slowly withdrew. Only then did Grace realize it was not a joke. The feeling of the cap over her cervix being peeled was vivid.

“No! Stop!” She grabbed his wrist between her legs, but could not stop the fingers removing the pessary. She struggled to escape, but he did not release the arm holding her.

Finally the fingers buried inside withdrew. A half-folded cap was held by the fingertips of the damp hand.

She had to put it back in. As Grace quickly moved her hand to snatch it, the man threw the cap toward the bedside. *Thud.* A dull sound. The pessary was thrown into the trash. Grace, going crazy to retrieve the contraceptive device, had her wrist caught by the man.

“Don’t be a beggar and try to pick it up dirty and shove it back in.” “Get this off!” “Why? You said you hated putting it in so much.” The man had just finished his cruel prank and was about to do the same again. Where exactly would his revenge end today to satisfy his anger? She had been punished all day, but why was she the one who had to suffer revenge? Grace could not hold the anger burning her head and answered.

“Better than having your child.” “Oh, when our child is born I’ll tell him that his mother hated you terribly.” Winston pulled her from behind and let his tail slip as if sorry. His palm stroked her lower belly covered in silk and lace as if he had already entered her. It gave her chills.

“So be careful with your words.” As the man bit her earlobe lightly in warning, Grace took a deep breath.

This was blackmail. Just as he had threatened to kill her earlier, he was threatening to impregnate her now. That was all.

“Even saying it’s a joke baby that Daddy made, the baby would be happy.” “Joke? I’ve never been more serious.” Winston forced her down on the bed, spread her legs, climbed between them, and smiled.

“You want to make love? I’ll try once, so please cooperate. I want to tell our baby I made it with love.” Crazy bastard.

She trembled inside as if it felt sincere.

The moment he folded her knees upward, Grace kicked quickly. The sharp heel of her high heel skimmed his face.

It missed, but it succeeded in hitting his crotch. As he leaned back to dodge, Grace slipped from his loose grip and turned her body.

“Where are you going, darling?” As she tried to jump off the bed, her ankle was caught firmly. She writhed like a four-legged animal to grab the bed edge and pull away. The veil she had lost fell to the floor.

“You used the gift as a weapon. How rude.” The man slowly took off one high heel after the other from her feet and tossed them. Grace pulled her ankle and struggled to escape.

“Get this off! Aaaah!” “As ordered.” When Winston suddenly released her ankle, Grace fell out of bed from her own power. Without time to brace, she fell headfirst. She quickly curled her body and reached out, but her forehead hit the floor with a thud.

“Ah… ha…” Her head throbbed. The sound of footsteps coming from under the bed made her open her tightly closed eyes with effort. In the spinning vision, a huge white hand reached for her. There was no escape.

Winston lifted her in one motion and slammed her onto the bed. She felt like she was going to vomit from dizziness.

He carefully touched her face, as if holding an eggshell, while she panted. The man who had examined her for quite a long time let out a long relieved sigh.

“You almost got your pretty face hurt.” There was no guilt in the voice for almost hurting her.

“Why are you doing this? If you have a complaint, say it with words.” “Then I wouldn’t have listened to your words?” They had already tried talking.

“Hey, Captain Winston. Stop the filthy tricks. Fight like a hot-blooded royalist pig and get out.” And it failed beautifully.

Trying to talk had been stupid.

Regretting it, animal instinct whispered cunningly, disguising itself as the voice of reason.

Leash. A thicker leash.

The time to think was long, but the moment of decision was short.

Yeah, she had to put an irreversible leash on him.

“You’ll regret it. Listen to me and pull yourself together!” “Stay still. Want to be tied again?” “Stop!” The struggle with screams and shouts continued for a while but was drowned out by the repeated firework sounds.

Following the flashing lights of fireworks outside, the man’s eyes were dyed red, then green, then yellow. No light could be understood by the human brain; it looked like the demon’s eyes.

“Ha-ugh!” “Ha… yeah, you have to take this in to behave.” The white veil and high heels lay on the floor. The moment the torn lace underwear fell, the bed creaked. The pearl beads scattered on the bed edge rolled one by one to the floor.

Winston whipped his waist like a dog and pulled the black necktie hanging from her neck. Grace begged with tears mixed in as he tied her two wrists with the necktie.

“Ah-uh… please… ha… don’t… inside…” “You’re already asking to cum, huh… squeezing it out.” The woman, who had given up running, obediently accepted his thing. She had changed her strategy and was repeating the order not to cum inside like a parrot, but Leon did not listen.

Watching the woman in a white dress moaning like a crying tomcat, his balls already tightened with impending ejaculation, one shoulder of the dress was completely slipped, exposing one breast. It was a savage sight to match the savage act. Thanks to that, the primitive desire he had suppressed fully woke up.

You will take my child. I will take you that way.

“Please… ha-uh… don’t… inside…” Every time the tip of his smooth penis touched her cervix, Grace twisted her bound lower body in shock. The more she resisted, the rougher his thrust became and the stronger he slapped her ass with the sound of *clap, clap, clap*.

“If the bullet in the gun isn’t empty, I’ll really get pregnant. That’s enough pranks.” He gritted his teeth and appealed to reason, but the man could not pull himself together.

“I’ve already said it’s not a joke.” “…You really intend to get me pregnant?” “Yeah. Don’t make me say it many times.” The dazed Grace was harshly pushed away by the man.

“You think I’m funny?” “Ha-ugh!” “You think there’s no way to tame me. That’s why you’re talking arrogantly and swinging your fist.” The more he did that, the more he wanted to humiliate her and drag her to the bottom. Drag her to the bottom and make her completely submit to him.

But the more he tried, the more unpleasant he found it was himself.

Calling her disgusting made her feel disgusting. Calling her stupid made him stupid; treating her like a dog and turning around made him the dog himself.

But it was impossible to build an equal relationship with the woman. She was the woman who climbed when he showed a little gap. And she was the woman who built a wall of defense and pushed him out when he showed a little gap.

The only way to fix a relationship whose first button was wrong was to discard it. And Leon, foolishly, could not discard the cursed woman.

“How do I make you listen to me? I’ve tried whips and carrots. Even threatening to kill you, you laugh. Nothing works on you.” The man who had lived a life of constant success felt this cruel frustration for the first time from this woman.

“You’re making me want to try every last means.” It was already a relationship trapped in a dark pit with no light. He only wanted to hold her and break her.

“Wrong. Now I’ll listen. Please, just this once… hu-uh… forgive me.” The woman cried and begged. She still thought he had lost control because he was angry.

It’s the opposite. Leon hugged the crying woman and promised.

“I’m no longer fooled by your lies.” “False… ha-uh…” “I have to take everything I can from you.” You will take my child. I will take you that way now.

“It’s my engagement celebration party, darling. I’m giving you a child as a gift.” And I’m giving you your engagement partner’s neck. The woman, who did not know his deep intention, cried and asked.

“Where is the man who asks his government to give him a bastard child as an engagement gift? You said that. My body is too cheap to seed the precious Winston family seed.” “Cheap? Receiving the noble blood of the Rochester royal family, Miss Davenport.” When the situation had deteriorated as expected and the unplanned two-child plan had been brought up, the woman shouted.

“It’s fine. Don’t cry.” Leon soothed her while continuing his rough thrust. She was pale with fear and trembled all over. The tremor reached deep into her belly and made him happy.

It was also happy that she had cried and begged for his mercy after a long time.

Yeah, beg like that. At least beg. Leon hugged the woman who had begun to fear him again and laughed madly.

Everything would be as she wished.

In the bliss that made the world dizzy, he received a revelation. He no longer had to hesitate. Leon vomited his savage desire into the woman’s belly without restraint.

His thrust suddenly slowed then became shallow. The penis deep in her belly felt as if it was scooping something with a shovel and rubbing against the cervix. Grace stiffened like stone.

“…You really… did it?” The woman, who had not believed even after he said it was true several times, looked dazed. Leon kissed her cool lips tenderly and nodded. The lips pressed together parted and a scream poured out.

“Aaak, you madman!” Leon hugged the woman howling like a beast and slid his tongue from the corner of his mouth to the corner of his eye. Tears filled with pure despair and fear wet his tongue.

It was as thrilling as the taste of blood.

“What are you going to do if a child is born! What!” The woman who was bad from habits to habits swung her fist at him.

“Quiet.” “Get this off!” After twisting her whole body and kicking, the man clicked his tongue and withdrew. The long flesh pillar slipped out and warm fluid poured onto the sheet.

It was not enough to feel relief. Grace sat up and immediately stuck her fingers into her sex and scratched her inner walls madly.

“What are you doing?” “Hah!” She collapsed without even removing them all. Winston pressed her belly down with one hand so she would not stand up again, then pushed the semen dripping from her clitoris back into her belly.

“If even one drop falls, I’ll put it in from the beginning again.” “Why… why such a thing…” The man in front of the screaming Grace smiling with relief set down all his burdens.

“My wedding will be celebrated by three, maybe four of us.” Even after midnight, music continued in the garden. Leon sat on a dark bench avoiding the crowd and lit a cigar.

As he sucked the cigar long, he suddenly laughed.

He had finally succumbed to the repulsive urge to plant his seed in her and claim ownership. After doing it, he felt nothing but relief. After all, the urge was connected to a quite good plan, so no regret.

Leon looked beyond the neatly trimmed shrubs far away at the dark annex and made a gesture of thanks by removing his unused pith helmet.

‘Thanks to you, I easily ended a difficult worry. Very grateful.’ Now the woman who was resisting as if her life was at stake would eventually accept his decision, or rather, be unable to accept him.

*Rustle.* The sound of footsteps in the grass made Leon turn his head. The Grand Duke approached with his cane whose handle was gold, and sat beside him.

“Your Highness, how is the auction proceeding? I’m happy the most likely competitor has withdrawn for a bad reason.” When he mocked Sinclair’s plot, the Grand Duke sneered.

“Thank you for asking… no, there’s nothing to thank me for.” “That’s fortunate.” His neck was fine.

“By the way, I can smell your perfume.” “Precisely the woman’s perfume.” Leon kindly told the brand name of the perfume and lit his cigar calmly in front of the Grand Duke. He already knew why he had been chased to smoke a cigar. He deliberately twisted the hand holding the cigar to show the nail scratches on the back of his hand. The Grand Duke’s lips hardened.

“Get rid of that woman immediately.” Who do you think you are giving me orders? Leon twisted his lip and smiled sarcastically.

“Captain, we’re now on the same side. Your fall is soon my fall.” He said it so smoothly despite having evidence of the Aldrich affair and forcing her onto his side. Leon curled the corner of his eye.

“That’s right. Since we’re on the same side, I expect you, Your Highness, to block my fall well.” Inside he clicked his tongue. Why had he told the king the fact that he had made the rebels into the government?

If that was how it would come out, he should have discarded him. It was strange to worry about putting an awkward leash because he could not discard him because of the scandal. He was a human who did not know how to handle dogs.

Leon blew out cigar smoke and declared.

“Just wait with patience. It will be disposed of.” Not her, but what you have. Everything.

Among the countless crossroads he had worried over, Leon chose the narrowest path that was most uncharacteristic of him.

At the end of that path, people he was waiting for— or rather, people—made him laugh.

After that, the war-like sex became actual war.

“Darling, come here.” “Get lost, you bastard!” “You can’t run away from here.” It was not wrong. The place Grace had hidden to escape him was only under the bed. But the man now kneeling in front of the bed looking at her like a cute puppy was too big to fit under it. But…

“Stop and let me go with kind words.” As expected, the man grabbed the center of the bed frame with one hand and the bed tilted upward too easily with a creak. He lifted the bed diagonally like a book cover and extended his other hand to her.

“Ah-uh… get this off!” “If you behave quietly, I won’t let go.” The futile resistance under the bed turned into a body struggle on the bed. Grace fought more fiercely than ever, as if her life was at stake, unlike her usual moderate fighting.

The false peace between the two had broken the moment the man broke the implicit balance.

The man tried to push his body down on the bed and spread his legs. Grace focused on his eyes and crotch, striking and kicking the critical points. Most were blocked before reaching, but the man’s face, which had always been smiling since coming to the interrogation room, slowly hardened.

“Do you need me to break your limbs to stop?” “Then I will never forgive you.” The woman warned while twisting her wrist to threaten. The man flinched and asked with a puzzled voice.

“Were you going to forgive me?” “…?” Grace was dazed. Winston was confused too.

“…That can’t be.” First to recover, Grace kicked the man’s face with the foot resting on his shoulder.

“It’s not there!” The heel struck his face directly. Leon avoided breaking his nose because of his quick reflexes and removed the hand covering his face. The woman had already slipped out from under him and brought an iron chair from the far side of the interrogation room.

“Ha… this cursed woman…” “Go out right now!” “Enough.” “You enough. How far do you have to torment me? You’ve treated me like a whore and a dog. And now like a beast? Tell me to leave me alone!” “Beast…” The man muttered with disgust and warned fiercely.

“I’m really angry now. If you don’t want to regret it, come here in three seconds.” “…?” “Three.” As Grace backed toward the bathroom, the man rose from the bed and took one step toward her.

“Two.” She lowered her body and gripped the chair tighter.

“One.” “…?” Winston gave an awkward laugh as if he had known this, and approached her. She was trembling like a cornered rat, but his steps were leisurely, making her anger boil.

“Put it down. It’s dangerous.” It was dangerous to be holding it. Grace swung the chair hard as he entered the dangerous distance without fear.

“Ahk!” The chair was taken away before reaching him and thrown to the other side of the room. *Bang.* The iron chair hit the iron door with a deafening sound.

Her wrist, which had been holding tight, suddenly twisted and ached. The man looked at her groaning while holding her wrist with pity.

“What did I say, darling. I told you it was dangerous.” As he reached for her, Grace kicked him. After that it was a chase like a cat and mouse.

In a narrow space, catching a mouse-like woman made Leon’s shirt stick to his skin from sweat.

“Aaak! Get this off! Put it down!” “Ha… really making people tired.” Only now did he realize she had not been resisting with sincerity before. How to accept this? She already knew she enjoyed sex with him, yet her mind went blank.

When he lowered the woman struggling on his shoulder in front of the nearby wall, her mind returned. Her face was soaked with tears and completely pale. She looked like a death row prisoner.

It was natural she did not want to have his child. Her head understood, but a rather unpleasant feeling boiled in her chest.

She would not let the child go in the end. He would make her that way. Leon promised and opened the handcuffs on the wall. It took quite some time to tie the woman who was twisting her whole body.

“Sometimes I wish you were sick. It would have been much easier.” The man hugged her and buried his face in her nape. A tired sigh poured onto her sweat-soaked skin.

Grace looked up with a blank gaze. Her two hands were tied above her head. Although she was not treated like an animal, she was tied every day while being forced to have sex as if breeding.

The next day after the engagement was far more grotesque.

That day, before the man came, she had put the extra pessary from the drawer. It was the first time she had put it in herself.

After a long struggle, the moment he inserted, the man stopped his thrust. His face stiffened coldly when he lightly turned his hips and brushed inside. It was foolish to hope for that sensitive child to be dull.

The man looked down at her with a face considering what punishment to give, then suddenly laughed.

“This is a good idea.” He said something meaningless then pulled out the penis he had barely inserted.

He retreated one step and advanced ten. What kind of act was he trying? While Grace was pale with fear, Winston removed the pessary from her body and went to the bathroom for a while.

He returned holding the clean rubber condom after washing with detergent. He did not climb on her lower body but on her upper body.

“Put it in again, okay? I was wrong yesterday.” “I’ll put it in later.” He gathered her gently swelling breasts with both hands and inserted his penis between them. The sweaty flesh pillar and the slippery flesh rubbed with an unpleasant sound.

Indeed, this indecent act had been endured countless times yet never become familiar.

Every time the dark red tip of the penis appeared between the soft flesh, Grace groaned. It was a groan of pain, not pleasure.

“Disgusting.” “Maybe…” Winston shook his waist and reached behind. Two thick fingers slid deep into her.

“This makes a different sound.” The fingers making wet sounds clearly entered, overflowing with fluid. Grace closed her eyes tightly.

“Look.” He held her cheek with the fluid-wet hand and shook her head until she opened her eyes. The lewd scent from his hand stung her nose.

When she finally opened her eyes from the inability to endure, he lifted the back of her head so she could watch the perverted act to the end. He sometimes forced her to bite and suck the tip of his finger in her mouth.

It turned out it was nothing.

Winston came soon after. But instead of cumming on her face or breasts as usual, he came inside the deep part of the pessary.

“No! Don’t put it in!” “Why? You asked to put it in.” Grace struggled to understand what he was doing. But resistance against the bed rail where her hands were tied was futile.

She lifted her hips and avoided his hands, but Winston pressed her lower belly down and easily subdued her. He put the cap full of his semen into her cervix and left her for six hours.

So maybe it was already too late. Still, Grace did not give up hope and continued to resist. She had never succeeded before.

The crisp shirt touching her naked skin grew damp and sticky with sweat over time. Her breathing pouring from her shoulders was also damp.

“Ha…” The man began rubbing his nose on her nape. The man who had acted like a puppy unreasonably had raised his head only after a long time.

The arm holding her had become one. The hand pointing downward unbuckled his belt, and the thick knuckles bumping her sex again and again. The lower lip trained to drool at the sound of a bell spilled tears of fluid.

The moment the hot flesh pillar touched her clitoris, a *pfft* laugh escaped. The man, sensing she was wet, bit her earlobe and the long flesh pillar forced its way into the flesh with force.

“Ah-uh…” “My dear Miss Sally Bristol.” The man whispered into her ear with hot breath.

“You said you would do anything I want. You have to keep your word.” He used the words she had said to him during the time she was pretending to be a maid as a noose.

“I want my child in your belly.” Here. Let this child see what kind of sight it is. Could the child say such a disgusting thing as “I love you” like before? Perhaps he would lose reason and show his true colors.

Leon pushed her cervix upward with a *pop* and laughed.

Grace glared at the man pouring curses the moment he inserted. When she saw his face genuinely happy, anger boiled and concern grew.

“Is this a joke with life? It’s not something to do lightly.” “Who said it was a joke?” Yeah, it looked so serious it was scary.

“Please pull yourself together. Who will raise the child if I give birth?” “The child is raised by the parents.” Us. The man added.

Us. The thought of the man and herself, the parents of one child together, was tragic even to imagine.

Grace’s lips sighed as he pressed his lips softly to hers.

“Of course your father is Leon Winston, and the nanny will be more than a prince, no, more than the prince. So don’t be scared because it might be hard for our darling.” “That… ha… is not the problem!” Grace turned her head to avoid the tongue entering her mouth and continued questioning.

“We are humans with many sins, but why should a sinless child suffer?” The man had reason to be cruel to her, but no reason to create a sinless life and be cruel.

“Doesn’t he think about the child’s future?” Illegitimate child, an illegitimate child between a commoner of the revolutionary army and a noble family hunting the revolutionary army. The future was not bright, as clear as fire.

“Ha… you make me say these words again.” A sigh poured from Grace’s lips.

“Because your father is Leon Winston, the child’s future is bright as daytime. Don’t worry.” “It’s not true…” As she argued, the man pressed both of her cheeks with his thumb and forefinger.

“So don’t poke your tongue somewhere else and stick it out.” If it was for conception, he would thrust and finish quickly. Grace thought while the man focused on sucking her tongue.

‘I can’t understand.’ How could I understand a demon when I am not a demon.

Still, because she had seen his true face more than anyone, Grace was sure she was the person who knew Leon Winston best in this world.

A man who acted like a reckless madman never caused an unbearable level of damage. And in Grace’s eyes, the scandal of his illegitimate child with an enemy was a fatal burden he could not bear.

At first she thought it was a sudden mistake. But several days of the same thing could not be a mistake.

Looking back, he had acted angry on the night of the engagement, but his eyes were calm. Begging and cursing had not worked.

She now understood why he could not pull himself together even when appealing to reason. The man was more rational than ever.

That meant his actions were calculated.

So Grace grew even more desperate. She could not put out the impulse, but she could not put out reason either.

‘Could his heart have changed and he was trying to make me the successor instead of my brother’s illegitimate child?’ But the man had high pride in her noble blood, so he would not make a child with commoner blood the Winston family successor. The royal blood mixed in could not be revealed proudly.

‘If it is true that I have royal blood mixed in.’ She could not grasp the original purpose of his acts. There must have been a purpose beyond suppressing her.

“Why are you doing this? Why would you want a child with a woman you hate, with an enemy? What are you trying to do by using the child?” But no matter how much she asked, the man did not answer. He only laughed. Grace was afraid of that cold smile.

“Ha…” Soon savage moans poured into her ear and her body began to shake. His penis slid out long from her clitoris then thrust up at once. As the pleasure Grace had never overcome piled up in her belly, her vision went black.

She was about to cum.

“Ugh…” Grace groaned and the man looked up. The moment he saw the handcuffs binding her wrists, his lips twisted.

“Does it hurt?” He slightly released the hand gripping her ass. Her body sagged and the shackle pressed her skin harder.

“Beg.” He wanted her to beg as hard, rough, and fast as when she was hanging from her neck. Grace not only kept her mouth shut but pulled her hands down. She wanted to bury the pain of crushing her skin and making bruises in pleasure rather than pain.

“You’re stubborn…” Leon released the handcuffs without knowing her intention. She could not escape with the penis inside.

She stepped back half a step. He leaned her loosely against the wall and slammed his hips roughly. As expected, the woman cried and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body close. She was afraid of falling, so she wrapped her legs around his waist tightly. It was strange.

Only then did he press her firmly against the wall. Every time the body between the wall and his chest swayed, the crushed breasts swayed up and down, stimulating him.

“Uh…” It seemed he had reached the bottom of his patience. The body he had been raising for the narrow woman changed.

While Leon shook his waist like a nail in the wall, the woman clung to him and cried. He did not mind her gripping the shirt collar and wrinkling it. Of all the things he owned, this woman had broken everything, so the shirt was nothing.

‘I must not feel it.’ Grace tried with all her strength to release the strength in her lower belly. The moment she took a deep breath to relax the inner walls being struck by the hard flesh pillar.

The penis, which had been sliding out until her chin rested on her clitoris, changed angle. *Squelch.* The sound of water made loudly, the thing slid in with a motion that hit exactly her most sensitive spot. The flame-like pleasure rose.

“Ha-ugh!” The sensation of the skin with bulging veins and arteries scraping the inner wall from the clitoris to just before the cervix was too clear. Grace trembled in the man’s arms.

“Ha-uh, ah, no…” It was impossible not to feel while mixing with the man who was memorizing her body map like a soldier with a map of the battlefield.

Sliding in and out to the familiar rhythm, the walls contracted and rubbed the thick penis lewdly. The evidence of excitement leaked from the joined gap and wet the mound heavily.

“Yeah, uh… good… you’re doing well.” Mocking the woman who did not want to, the man put strength into the hands gripping both sides of her ass. Her body rose up, and the crushed breasts between them regained their round shape.

The moment the rebound made her nipple spring up, Winston bit it and pulled.

“Ah-uh…” The sharp pleasure that ran down like electricity every time the sensitive flesh was pulled hard. The inner walls obeyed the owner’s command ignoring the intruder’s tongue play.

The penis sliding in and out following the never-stopping thrust trembled as if in pain in the inner walls. Every time the hot hard stake pushed in and out and slapped the flesh roughly, a burning heat boiled in her belly. It was the sign of climax.

The man would cum when she felt it. Recently Winston had not been holding back.

As expected, the man’s reaction changed when he sensed Grace had reached her limit. His breathing became more irregular, his waist became less regular, and his penis swelled harder and spread the inner walls precisely. It was the sign of climax she knew well.

‘I can’t cum.’ Grace clung to the man’s collar with frightened eyes, trying to hold her hazy mind. Still, the climax feeling was hard to shake off. When her inner thighs trembled, she begged in a thin voice.

“What… what do you want… ha-uh… I don’t know, but if we can solve it without a child… ha-uh… now I’ll listen to everything. I’ll give you anything you want. Ah-uh… I’ll listen from now on.” Except the location of the base.

“You said you wanted a child.” But he did not give in. He hugged the crying woman reaching climax and shook his waist like a dog, pouring rough breaths. The sign of climax spread like wildfire and eventually swallowed her reason.

“Uh… it’s hard to hold…” Leon groaned every time the flesh pillar pushed up and hit the soft tip.

“You know?” “Ah… ah-huh…” He whispered affectionately into the ear of the woman who could not pull herself together from pleasure.

“Your cervix is really cute.” The entrance to the sacred place she would never give him. As he poked the soft flesh with the tip of his penis, he recalled the moment he had seen this hidden place with his own eyes.

It was the same size, same color, same round protrusion as her nipple. Instead of the place he could not suck, he put the nipple in his mouth and poured heated breaths.

“Hah, ah, no…” She had reached climax. The soft flesh clenched the hard penis as if to eat it and convulsed.

“Ha… darling…” Leon supported the head tilted back and whispered to her ear.

“I’ve always wanted to soak this small pink flesh pillar with my semen.” Before the thrilling words ended, the flesh pillar that had slipped out plunged deep inside. The moment the tip of the penis pushed her cervix up, the hasty movement stopped.

“Don’t! Don’t!” She struggled to pull him out. She hit his cheek, twisted his necktie, and even kicked the air as if she knew it was useless.

But the man’s face was calm even while choking her, enjoying his climax. He put strength into the hand gripping her ass so the deeply inserted penis would not come out.

“Ha…” At the same time the man let out a strained groan, his rigid back relaxed. Then the warm, slippery feeling spread from deep in her belly.

“Huu-uh… why are you doing this…” Leon hugged the crying woman and patted her.

“It’s okay.” I have a plan.

“It will all be well.” Of course you won’t believe it.

The inner walls surrounding the penis convulsed and semen began seeping from the joined gap. She was about to enjoy the afterglow leisurely and spit out the semen he had fed her.

Leon carried the woman to the bed. When he laid her down as if she were a baby because she had asked to make a baby, she poured low vulgarities.

It was already a familiar thing, so Leon did not even twitch his eyebrow. He carefully pulled out the penis buried deep so semen would not spill, pulled her knees down, and hooked them on the bed rail.

He tied her legs to the rail with rope and bound her two hands to her thighs one each. The woman questioned.

“Is this not treating me like an animal?” “Darling, if you hadn’t dozed off in science class, you would know cross-breeding with animals is impossible, right? How can a human have a child from an animal?” “You’re not human.” “Ah, that’s right. I’m a bastard.” Leon tightened the rope while enjoying the hatred in her glare.

“The doctor said to stay still for a while after ejaculation and keep your hips high.” “Insane.” He asked the doctor how to conceive, so it was sincere. It gave chills.

“Then I’ll let you go, so block it from coming out with your own hand.” The man stroked the semen overflowing from her clitoris and pushed it back inside, asking.

“If you don’t, I will.” Then he began enjoying the afterglow grotesquely. He pleasured her from the waist up without touching below, then said he had to take a shower and disappeared to the bathroom.

Grace gritted her teeth looking at her miserable sight. She could have loosened her hands and removed the semen, but she only lay powerless.

A few days ago, when he had gone to the bathroom, she had scraped the semen and gotten caught, getting into trouble.

“If you liked this so much, you wouldn’t have spoken.” She had been tied all night until the bed sheet was soaked with overflowing semen, and she had endured it again and again.

The shower sound stopped, and soon the man came out wrapped only in a towel. He held a wet towel in his hand.

He wiped Grace’s sweat-soaked body all over with a warm wet towel. He did not wipe between her legs. Only after giving the order not to wash there did he untie the ropes binding her hands and feet.

While Grace watched anxiously and could not stand, the man neatly put on each piece of clothing. It was late at night. Now going to sleep, the man who had not even removed the necktie came with a jacket over his arm.

“Good dreams and see you in the morning.” He lightly kissed her and whispered affectionately. It was disgusting that he acted like a lover after sex. And he had planted a time bomb in her belly and told her to have good dreams.

Grace shouted at the back of Winston going to the door.

“If the revolutionary army has your child, you’ll probably die of shame?” “Thank you for the useless worry, darling.” The man turned and answered calmly. The moment he turned his head indifferently and opened the door, Grace could not hold her anger and threw whatever she could grab.

*Thud.* The pillow hitting Winston’s back was not painful nor ticklish.

The man looked back. The moment his eyes landed on the pillow on the floor, he laughed with a blank face.

That was all. He left without any revenge or warning.

“Your engagement partner ordered your suicide.” Did Jimmy really tell me to die?

Sitting in the foamy bathtub, Grace chewed on the same words blankly.

Even while saying he loved her? How could he be so ruthless. Even if she did not know the man, Jimmy was not a ruthless person.

But had Jimmy really told her to die?

The words were like a boomerang. The harder she threw the lies far, the stronger they came back and stuck deep in her heart.

“Ha…” She let out a long sigh and closed her eyes. The moment the words that Jimmy wanted her to die again stuck deep in her heart, Grace plunged her face into the water.

But the moment she did, her hair was grabbed and pulled out.

“Why do you commit suicide and breathe through your mouth like that?” The man released her hair and wiped the water and foam flowing down her face with a towel. The man had never taken her out of the bathtub after putting her in it. The realization made him laugh.

“All day no words, and now what’s so fun alone…” When she opened the eyes she had been tightly closing, she met eyes that showed a faint worry.

Worry? It was ridiculous.

His outrageous acts were not all. Winston had not only washed her but personally cut her nails. Rolling up his shirt sleeves to serve a prisoner.

On the surface, he looked like a gentle lover.

To Grace, that ordinary appearance looked like madness. What was normal for him was abnormal, and what was abnormal was normal for him.

It looked as if he had twisted himself a full circle and returned to his original state. Grace was not that naive.

“I love you. Sincerely.” If this was love to the man, then the order from Jimmy to die could be called love.

Better to swallow poison than accept such a thing.

‘Poison…’ Suddenly she recalled the words in the box containing cyanide and laughed helplessly. Grace knew it too. The council had distributed cyanide capsules for emergency situations.

So Jimmy… was… “Scars for soldiers are like medals…” Grace stared blankly at the air and shifted her gaze to Winston.

“Do it moderately. After all, it would be foolish to expect you to do it moderately.” It was true that the man was cutting her nails because his pride was at stake.

“Even a few are fine… look.” The man lowered his shirt collar to show his nape. Three bright red scratches crossed the nape like claws from a cat.

“Moreover, you can’t wear gloves in summer…” The back of his hand was equally messy. Grace watched the man filing her short nail tips with a sullen face, then opened her mouth for the first time that day.

“Better to pull them out? That would be easy for you.” “Ah, that’s right. I forgot.” Winston stood after setting his hand down. But the sound of footsteps to get nippers was not heard. Only the sound of water drops falling from a broken faucet continued regularly.

The gaze watching from above made her not look up. The silence continued, and suddenly a sound of breath escaped. It was hard to tell if it was laughter or a sigh.

The man sat on the edge of the bathtub again. Only after nail trimming began again did she secretly release the held breath.

“Want to hear an interesting story?” “No.” Grace refused without listening to what kind of story. When the man told an interesting story, something bad always happened to Grace.

But as always, the man who did not care about her wishes began the cruel story with a laugh.

“Do you know how women are tortured in the East?” “I don’t want to know.” “They put naked women in a bathtub filled with minnows the size of a finger. But why is this torture…?” He continued the story while forcing her head that had been pushed into the water down her neck with a pleasant voice.

“They have a habit of entering the warm, wet holes. So where will all those fish go?” “…?” The long fingers swam like fish between the surface of her knees and breasts. He stirred the bubbles and laughed.

“Barbaric.” Did he not think he was barbaric for forcing the way into the warm, wet hole and having sex at will?

“Where do you get those fish?” “Well… they say only in the East.” “That’s a shame. Better to be eaten by fish than to have your child.” The man who had been filing the tip of her right ring finger stopped and let out a listless laugh.

“Are you not thinking?” He muttered to himself and let out a long sigh.

“Think carefully. This is your chance to leave the interrogation room.” Grace only sneered.

“An orphanage doesn’t suit the interrogation room? Moreover, if you give birth, you have to go to the hospital.” The words that she would not take her to the hospital so she would not get badly injured were hard to believe. She did not want to imagine that far, but if she had bad luck and her belly began to swell, she thought she would be called a midwife or the annex.

“I made this difficult decision by bending my greed and self-chosen desires.” It was disgusting. When she glared at him with a mocking look, the man curved his lips in a strangely way.

“Of course it’s a decision for me. But it’s not a loss for you. Commit to heart.” As he looked at the woman who only answered with a sneer, he added.

“It’s your last chance.” Last chance? That was ridiculous. She could not believe the words of the man who had given her hope countless times and taken it away cruelly.

“Don’t miss it.” “Better to…” The man lifted his head and looked into her eyes. His eyes urged her to speak, but the words surging from inside would not come out from the tip of her tongue.

Kill me. Better to kill me. She could not say it. She could not die like this.

Grace closed her mouth and closed her eyes. Her heart tightened. The questions that needed to be solved while alive had stuck in Grace’s heart like thorns.

“Ah… ah-uh…” The body washed with more than enough aristocratic service was soon sweaty. Grace leaned on the man’s shoulders lying on the bed and panted heavily.

*Slap.* “Ah!” The hand gripping her waist slapped her ass, making her lean back and groan.

“Don’t stop.” As Grace glared at the man, she tightened her lower belly and swayed her hips again.

Grace had no reason to climb on the man and turn her hips herself. It would have been better if she had not said she would only do it once tonight.

Just as the promise not to ask the base location was, the man kept about half of the deal honestly. Of course he kept the other half by pretending to keep it and using vile means.

Grace bet on the hopeful side of the 50-50 probability tonight. After all, refusing the deal meant 100% despair.

“Squeeze and pull until the end… uh…” The man who had been ordering changed his mind and gripped her waist tightly, muttering as if he had almost been caught. It was unpleasant even if she obeyed.

Since he could only do it once tonight, he seemed to be holding back his ejaculation to enjoy as long as possible. Was he trying to keep his promise?

The man’s forehead, which had been deeply furrowed, relaxed. Grace began swaying her hips again. She wanted to finish quickly, unlike him. When she sat on top, it would be hard to pretend to pull out when he showed signs of cumming.

The excitement that she could avoid today turned into bodily excitement. The man’s lower belly was soaked with her fluid, making it slippery. Thanks to that, sliding her hips back and forth on the hard lower belly was easy.

“Ugh… ah…” Grace groaned long and trembled her waist. The penis sliding in and out hit and scraped the most sensitive spot inside. Her vision was dizzy.

She tried turning her hips in a circle to change the angle, but the stimulation did not weaken. On the contrary, the long hard pillar rubbed every inch of the inner walls.

“Uuu-uh…” Grace gnawed her fingers and groaned. Now anywhere she touched excited her. The sound of water and fluid flowing as she swayed her hips became more vivid.

Whether she wanted to finish quickly or cum quickly had become ambiguous. In fact the two were not different.

Her physical desire ultimately swallowed her reason. Grace squeezed the thick penis like a club into her inner walls and thrust faster and faster, pouring lewd groans.

The man’s reaction also became lewd. As his thrust became rougher, his face became harder to hold back. Moreover, while lying without moving a single finger, his breathing grew rough.

He shook his body as if a foal on fire, pressing his chest with both hands, and the sound of *thud, thud, thud* echoed loudly.

As he pressed her toward the end savagely, the man suddenly gripped one side of her ass. Grace could not move even with that alone. The man licked his dry lips hurriedly with rising heat and warned.

“Why are you acting like someone chased?” His voice had dried up to his throat.

“Shake slowly. Ha… don’t stop.” It was good, so why was he doing this. She knew he was holding back because it felt too good. Grace finally realized she had been shaking her hips lewdly because she liked it.

When the man released her ass, Grace lowered her head to hide her flushed face and moved her lower body gently.

‘I’ll finish quickly.’ Inside she decided to hold back as ordered but use tricks. Grace raised both hands and offered them to the man. He tilted his head with a knowing smile and raised his eyebrow. She almost choked him from disgust, but held back.

“…Hold my hand.” At that moment the man’s smile was the clear smile a boy from Abington Beach would give. Grace’s heart dropped.

The man intertwined his fingers and held hers from below so she could balance her body.

“Continue.” The dazed mind returned when the man urged her by thrusting his lower body. To think of first love from a man who treated her like an animal instead of a first love. With her heart pounding loudly, Grace gritted her teeth.

She held his hand tightly and lifted her hips. From now on she lifted her body up and down instead of back and forth.

She lifted her hips until the tip of the penis rested on her clitoris then sat down with a thud. *Clap, clap.* The sound of flesh colliding echoed like a slap on the cheek. The movement was so rough that the fluid splashing from the joined flesh was visible.

Moreover, Grace lifted and lowered her hips at the short moment of sitting, quickly releasing and gripping the incoming flesh pillar, pushing the man to the edge of climax.

“Uh…” The reaction was immediate. He frowned and released the interlocked hands. He had always been a man who could only relax with perfectly neat hair, but now he messily disheveled his hair with his own hands and his face was full of anxiety.

It seemed her technique for satisfying the man had improved. A bitter smile came out.

As she lifted and lowered her hips, the man’s eyes changed. When he had only held hands, it had been eyes looking at a daisy, but now they were eyes devouring the slut Sally locked in the bathtub.

“Hold it. Okay?” Grace pouted her lips like complaining and offered her empty hands. The Adam’s apple of the man who simply held her hand jumped and a satisfied groan escaped.

This cute act was nothing but a trick to tie her waist and prevent her from stopping.

Grace began performing the secret arts she had not known before to make the man cum faster. She turned her hips more explicitly and arched her back to highlight her swaying breasts. She mixed coquettish sounds and deliberately lengthened her tail.

She was amazed at the talent she had secretly learned.

“Ah, ah-ah, ah-huh…” “Do you like it, darling?” Leon looked at the woman shaking her waist while biting his, with heated eyes, and asked.

“I like… uh… it’s strange…” Her swollen lips were bitten by white teeth from the intense kiss. Lewd sounds poured out between them. The teal eyes behind half-open eyelids shook with heat.

The naked body without hiding any flesh, yet a body that would break if gripped wrong. Watching the woman devour him so savagely, Leon felt strange too.

“Tasty? You eat well.” He swallowed dryly and slid his gaze to the joining place. At the right moment the tight flesh was sucking his penis hard.

As the tip of the penis peeked between her legs, the woman stopped. A drop of clear fluid flowed and ran down the dark red pillar. Leon’s throat burned more.

The woman, who had been lifting and lowering her hips like riding a horse without rest, pouted.

“Ugh, ah… stop… ha… stop looking.” If you tell me not to look, you want to look more. Watching her pussy eat and spit his penis hypnotically, Leon let out a long sigh with satisfaction.

His waist was already trembling. The lewd movements, the erotic sounds, the heat and touch that made his mind dizzy, the explosion of primitive senses poured like rain. The defeat in today’s battle would be him.

But at the end of this long war, he would be the final victor.

“When you turn your waist and moan like a bitch in heat on top of me, no one can know how lewd it is.” Leon was intoxicated with the conquest that he alone knew her hidden side.

Whether because she was shaking or because the heat rose to her head in an instant, Grace’s focus kept blurring. She tried to focus her gaze on the man while swaying.

If she saw it properly, the light blue eyes with blurry focus were no different from those of a drug addict.

She was completely defenseless. She could have been killed while being careless.

Unfortunately, the hands were tied, so she could not kill him. The moment she made a clear excuse for herself, the man released her hands. He knelt and placed his two hands on her.

“I told you not to stop.” Only after the man complained did Grace place her hands on his knees and begin swaying her hips. Her body naturally arched like a bow and her round flesh rose more prominently.

Every time the woman swayed, the heavy breasts bounced, which was irresistibly seductive. Her slightly lengthened hair following the lewd movements swayed. She wrapped a few strands of dark brown hair teasing the pink nipple around the erect flesh like a rope.

This was not even perversion. The woman looked at him with eyes wanting to wrap the hair around his neck. Leon laughed *pfft* and released the hair wrapped around the nipple, letting it fall behind her shoulder.

Then I’ll do the hand play you like. The hand that had been stroking the round shoulders slid down and gripped the bouncing breast. The feeling of sweaty flesh sticking to his palm was always a strange pleasure.

“Quiet.” “Ha-ugh!” He forced the woman who was trying to shake her body and remove her hand down, and rubbed the soft flesh with both hands as he liked. She still felt embarrassed to admit it felt good, but her honest moans made him follow her hand gestures and rub his penis lewdly.