Try Begging - Chapter 10

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Chapter 10

The black marble shattered, and shards splattered.

As soon as she closed her eyes reflexively and opened it, Sally regretted it. She shouldn’t have opened her eyes.

It was because Winston still had the copper-colored object in his hand.

At first, she thought he was holding a cigar. He was casually holding it in both hands, so it was really similar to ordinary things like a cigar, and the color and shape were similar.

However, could a cigar be as thick as Sally’s wrist?

He put the maid in the same room to do the cleaning, and it was creepy to know that he was masturbating in secret. But, what was even more creepy was the fact that he was holding his p*nis in his hands even after being caught.

‘This horny manic is really…’

So far, calling Winston a maniac was half the truth and half as an insult. Though now, this moment had become an impeccably complete fact.

…A maniac who needed to be put in a mental hospital right now.

Sally was holding back her tears.

For the cause of overthrowing the corrupt monarchy and making a more equal and fair world for all, she had taken on all kinds of dirty and filthy missions. Still, was looking at the enemy’s dirty and thick penis a sacrifice for that cause, too?

She even sensed a feeling of doubt she had never felt before.

If one day the monarchy was overthrown, she would chop it up with a guillotine.

“What’s the matter? It’s your first time seeing it?”

His questioning voice was clear. It was then that Sally realized that she had been unable to take her eyes off that awful ‘cigar’ and was startled. Raising her gaze to Winston’s face, he smiled with gentle curls of his eyes.

What was the difference between a neat smile and an unneat object…?

That filthy bastard didn’t even look surprised. On the contrary, she felt like she had become a strange person instead. Between his smiling eyes, his pale blue eyes stared straight at her. Sally realized at that moment, that he was observing her reaction.

He was not caught masturbating. He was deliberately showing it to see how she behaved.

She didn’t know what the hell he was doing. It didn’t take a day or two for the royalists to try to identify the spies. Nonetheless, none of the tricks she had ever seen and heard of was pulling out their p*nis and showing it.

“I’m sorry, Captain!”

First of all, running away from the office was a priority. She turned her back from the carpet that had been messed up by the ashtray she had dropped and pretended not to know.

“If I give you money, you said you will do anything?”

Behind her back, the chair creaked.

Winston got up. As the sound of stepping on the soft carpet drew closer, her heart pounded with every blunt sound of his hard heels.

“I can do anything the captain wants.”

It was meant to tie up Winston, who was attacking her in heat. Instead, now, the noose was holding her.

“I don’t know what that ‘anything’ is.”

Although he whispered in a low voice like sharing a secret between the two of them, Sally listened carefully.

His lips were close enough to gently caress her earlobe. It wasn’t just the lips that were close. His chest pressed against her shoulders. Something was pressing on her back as well, but Sally didn’t want to know what it was.

“Can you show me?”

“…What are you talking about?”

She asked, swallowing a gulp.

“You know what to do.”

Before she could say something, his long fingers wrapped around her forearm. He suddenly turned her body, and she had to face Winston. The tip of her nose was close enough to hit his chest. Sally lowered her head to cover her nose and then tightly closed her eyes.

Crazy guy. Crazy guy. Crazy guy.

‘Is he still holding that one out?’

“You don’t know?”

Sally shook her head swiftly and shut her eyes till her brow furrowed.

The corners of Leon’s lips, which were raised formed perfect symmetry. He grabbed the maid’s chin lightly and pressed her cheeks with his thumb and middle finger. At that, the soft flesh slipped in and her pink lips fluttered open.

Sally finally opened her eyes, and she made eye contact with him.

The eyes were the windows of truth. And, Leon tenaciously digs into the truth and lies through the mysterious turquoise eyes.

“I can do anything you want…”

As Sally tried to close her mouth, he tightened his fingers on her cheeks even more. A thin moan escaped from her mouth, moist with saliva, making it even more difficult to take his eyes off the red hole.

Wouldn’t it be nice to get bitten by that sharp tooth and bleed?

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Putting his index finger in her mouth, he pressed against her soft tongue. The woman flinched and tried her best to get away from him.

Brave woman.

At this point, she would cry for fear. However, her dry eyes were tearing off his fingers and chewing them up.

“I mean, have you ever put anything like this in your mouth with those dirty words?”

He swept up the object he was holding in his other hand.

As Leon took one step closer, the woman was startled and took a step back. If she touched it, it would spread illness and she would die.

“Your answer?”

The woman grabbed his wrist and whimpered like a puppy, then shook her head briefly. It was strangely unpleasant to gasp with her mouth open forcibly every time his p*nis caught her eye.

‘It doesn’t look like she’d ever done it.’

If she had ever sold herself for money, she wouldn’t close her eyes in horror when he asked her to show him what she could do.

Though he used some snarky method, he achieved it.

Leon smiled contentedly and took the strength from his hand. Because of that, Sally stumbled for a moment as he accidentally released her.

‘What the hell is he up to?’

Winston, on some whim, suddenly adjusted his clothes.

Her mind was so messed up that she forgot for a moment that she had to run when she saw a gap. She glared at Winston, wiping the saliva from her lips with her sleeve.

She had occasionally seen vulgar photos hidden under the mattresses of her male comrades. How disgusting it was to see the naked women in the photos with the men’s genitals in their mouths. She didn’t know how many were burned with a lighter.

Even though she had never seen anything like that under Winston’s bed in the annex, the other person was also a man. There was no way he’d be unaware of such a disgusting thing.

Consequently, she figured he would just grab her shoulder and press her down. So, when he pressed her shoulder, she would immediately try to kick between his legs.

A soldier who left his vital points in front of the enemy. How pathetic.

But, as soon as she said she had never done such a disgusting thing, he let her go, just like a person who did this absurd thing just to hear the answer.

In the end, she was caught by him.

Whether this maid has ever had a man or sold her body has nothing to do with him.

Winston turned around while he bucked his belt again. This time, the frightened maid tried to run away without even saying her greetings, though she was caught again.

“There.”

Sally secretly clenched her fist. She wanted to pound that sharp nose with her fists to make it a puffy, bulbous nose. Still, she couldn’t do it, so she released the power from her hand.

This time, instead of turning her around, Winston walked in front of her. In his hand was the handkerchief that had wiped Sally’s tears from the torture chamber at lunchtime.

Was he telling her to wash it…?

She politely held out both hands to get it and leave, but the handkerchief was next to Sally’s lips, not her hand.

“Sally, you’re bleeding.”

The moment she broke the ashtray, she had a tingling in her cheek. Although all of her senses were paralyzed by what was happening before his eyes, she completely forgot that she was injured.

He wiped the wound with an uncharacteristically friendly hand. The sweeter Winston was, the more anxious she became.

His true form was far from sweet.

‘Hey, please come back to your original arrogant one. As you always do, shouldn’t I be treated as a consumable item for the mansion?’

He didn’t even know that Sally was staring at him. His gaze was fixed on the red stain on the silk handkerchief.

“I’ll wash it…”

Sally raised her gaze as she held out her hand toward the handkerchief. The moment their eyes met, her intuition exclaimed.

Dangerous.

As Winston grabbed her chin, she stepped backward. His lips came straight up. Before their lips overlapped, she tried to turn her head in bewilderment.

Winston turned Sally’s head first. His lips touched her cheek. It was the wounded spot. Immediately, a stinging pain erupted as a soft mass of flesh soaked in warmth and moisture licked her skin. Hot breaths poured down her cheeks.

Sally froze as if she had been hit by a bitter winter storm.

He lifted his lips, but she was still frozen blank. The nickname vampire was by no means a metaphor. Winston’s breath grew heavy as he tasted her blood. It was quite different from the sound of his even breathing when he stroked his genitals in front of her a while ago.

His sharp eyes were also disturbed. He squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lower lip. Meanwhile, his adam’s apple went up and down once, and he sighed before opening his eyes.

The eyes did not return.

Dangerous.

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