Try Begging - Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Contrary to the harsh words, his hands were soft as if he were caressing his lover. The gap was disgusting enough to make her shudder

“You’ll struggle and struggle, but you won’t get out of under me. It’s slippery because someone throws soap in the bathtub without thinking. Then, if you break your finger, it’d be a big deal… I guess I’ll have to bend your arms behind your back and hold on to it. It’s all for you. You know, right?”

“….”

“Then, I’ll grab your waist. I’m going to pull your ass up to me and shove the thing I showed you a few days ago in the tight hole.”

He didn’t smile anymore.

Even though Sally met his serious gaze with contempt, Winston only exhaled harshly, even more excited.

“…Then, you’ll know.”

The back of his hand, which went down the water surface to her side, caressed Sally’s hip.

“Is the inside of your stomach as hot as this water…?”

His hand slipped through the gap in her knee as she raised her knee up.

As he was about to touch her secret place, she kicked his hand with her foot. For some reason, he gently moved his hand away. Closing his eyes, Winston took a deep breath and said in a voice deeply immersed in suppressing his cruel desires.

“But, I’m doing my best to endure what I want to do… You are a good kid.”

Sally suppressed the laugh from bursting out.

This is called enduring…? Does she have to go through the dictionary and teach him the definition of ‘endure’?

“Can I be honest with you, Captain?”

Winston nodded his head, still closing his eyes. Sally bit her dry lip once seeing that before she uttered a few blunt words.

“I’m disappointed in the Captain.”

To be honest, she would not have been disappointed with him since, after all, she had no expectations. The only moment she was disappointed by the enemy was when the enemy did not live up to her expectations.

“I thought the Captain was a man who wouldn’t do such terrible things as attacking me.”

At least, this was true.

“Besides, you’re going to be engaged to the Grand Lady soon.”

The betrothal of Winston to the Grand Lady was now of the utmost importance. So, to tell him to get himself together, she mentioned the Grand Lady. However, he was only breathing heavily, as if he couldn’t hear properly.

“Though why are you doing this to me?”

He slowly lifted his eyelids and stared intently at Sally. The strange words slipped between his lips, parted as slowly as his eyelids.

“Are you curious?”

“Yes.”

“You answer it.”

“Yes…?”

“I’m curious, too.”

Then, Leon spoke of what had happened at the Winsford hotel a few hours earlier. He bought a woman with a similar vibe to her.

The contempt grew stronger in the maid’s eyes when she heard the story of his failure where he couldn’t get excited when he stripped her off and put blood on her lips. It was even harder to contain her raging urge.

“Ha… This shit annoys me as much as you. I wasn’t interested in the promiscuity of having s*x, but every time I see you these days, I get interested and it bothers me.”

“….”

“So, you answer it.”

“….”

“Sally, why’s it standing there only to you alone?”

In Sally’s eyes, as she was about to ask him why he was asking her that, her anger began to boil beyond contempt. It was because Winston raised his hand, which had been outside the bathtub all the time, in front of her.

“Why did I…”

At the tip of his sharp, well-groomed fingers, there was the white bloomer she had taken off.

“…Only cum with you?”

Winston dropped the s*men-drenched underwear onto her peach-colored lap. The body fluid that contained his scorching body temperature was sticky on her skin. Even though she was disgusted and wanted to put it away right away, she couldn’t.

Sally couldn’t take her eyes off the man, who stood up slowly.

Contrary to what she expected that she would be attacked by now, he neatly adjusted his outfit and walked towards the door.

“This is my intuition…”

Winston suddenly turned his body and gazed down at Sally as she stared at him with a sharp gaze towards the part of his shirt that was so stiff that it looked like it was about to burst.

“I think you know the answer.”

He was notorious for his animalistic instincts as well as his cruel methods of torture. And, the notoriety wasn’t wrong.

Because Sally knew the answer.

As she held her breath, Winston wrinkled his eyes at her.

“But, why aren’t you wearing the stockings I bought you?”

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He ripped her cheap stockings and threw them in the trash before striding out of the door as if nothing had happened. Only when the door slammed shut did Sally eventually let out a paused breath and ruffled her wet hair.

‘I’d rather get fired right away.’

Sally sighed as she dusted the book off the bookshelf.

Torture was not just inflicting physical pain, it was also outright mental torture that Winston drove her to every day.

“I think you know the answer.”

When he found out her true identity, Winston wouldn’t have killed her beautifully because Sally knew the leadership inside well. He would use all kinds of heinous torture to squeeze out key information about the revolutionary army’s stronghold and leadership.

‘Then, I’m not the only one at risk.’

It was not the time to sit still and talked about her responsibility as a spy since Fred would fill her vacancy. Although it was still uncertain, was everyone not bound to grow through a daunting task…?

Then, she could say to the chief maid right now that she would quit and packed her stuff, but it wasn’t that simple. She should be fired, not quit. If she returned as it was, she would then receive criticism from the upper management.

Sally hated hearing Jimmy’s disappointment.

Pretending to be fired wouldn’t work because Fred or Peter might tell it. Consequently, if she pretended that she was trying the new mission to become Winston’s mistress, there would be nothing to say if she got fired.

After much deliberation, Sally’s ‘how to be fired’ was the first strategy that came to mind—

—To get the gossip about Winston and her to reach Madam Winston’s ears.

“Miss Bristol.”

And, it wouldn’t be that difficult.

Winston came up behind her, standing on the low ladder. He was so close that she could feel his breath on the back of her neck.

“It’s good.”

“What?”

Sally clenched her legs as his hand slid between her legs and ran across her calves.

“I bought it for you.”

His fingertips slid over the smooth silk stockings. Usually, it was natural for it to slide down but his hand slipped up instead.

Wearing the stockings he had bought was part of the ‘get fired’ plan. It was already expected that he would get his hands on it, though she couldn’t tolerate him putting his fingers past the band of the stockings and under the laces of her garter belt.

“What are you doing, Captain?”

“Body search for illegal possession of weapons.”

“Didn’t the Captain take the illegal weapon?”

“Really?”

“It’s in the desk drawer.”

“You know…? Though why not take it?”

“You said it was confiscated.”

“You’re smart.”

It was a voice that was deeply regretful to be said as a compliment. His hand, which was groping around her thighs as he was looking for her pistol, which was supposed to be there, soon fell apart.

“I guess your fiancé saved you again?”

“Looks like you were waiting for me to break the law again.”

Since she was trying to get fired anyway, Sally stopped playing the docile maid.

His breath brushed the nape of her neck.

“Sally, as someone who cares about you, I’ll give you one piece of advice. You better not marry such a bad guy.”

For the second most bad guy in the Kingdom, Winston, to say something like this… There was no such contradiction. However, she couldn’t even say it was completely wrong because it was difficult to call a man a good man when he was trying to make his fiancé into the enemy’s mistress.

“Sally.”

If she left here, she would never use the pseudonym ‘Sally’ again. At this point, Winston would call her so often that if she heard the name ‘Sally,’ his smirk would also come to mind and she might have a nervous breakdown.

“Why?”

“One thing…”

The moment he spoke, someone knocked on the office door.

“Come in.”

Winston ordered Sally to stay still. The door opened, but instead of footsteps coming in, only a hoarse voice could be heard.

“Uh… Captain, I will come back later.”

Without looking back, she knew that the owner of the voice was Lieutenant Campbell. He seemed a bit perplexed when he saw his superior having a secret time with the maid.

Sally finally got what she wanted, but unfortunately, the rumors wouldn’t spread to the mansion because the lieutenant was a soldier. She had to be caught by a mansion employee with a light mouth to spread the word.

“Is it urgent?”

“It’s not like that. However, we have new information regarding Jonathan Riddle Jr. and we wanted to report it.”

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