Chapter 10

The black marble shattered, sending fragments flying. Sally instinctively closed her eyes, and as soon as she opened them, she regretted it.

"I should have kept my eyes closed."

Winston still held the copper-colored object in his hand.

At first, she thought it was a cigar. He held it casually, as if it were an ordinary item, and its color and shape were similar to a cigar.

But a cigar couldn't be as thick as Sally's wrist.

The thought of him secretly pleasuring himself in the same room as the maid cleaning was chilling. But what was even more chilling was that he held his erect penis confidently even after being caught.

'This sex-crazed lunatic is really...'

Until now, calling Winston a lunatic was half-insult and half-truth. But in this moment, it became an undeniable fact.

A lunatic who should be immediately committed to a mental institution.

Sally held back the tears welling up in her eyes. She had taken on all sorts of dirty and unpleasant tasks to bring down the corrupt monarchy and create a more equal and fair world. But was watching the enemy's dirty and thick penis part of that noble cause?

She felt a sense of doubt she had never experienced before.

'Someday, when we overthrow the monarchy, I'll cut that thing off with a guillotine.'

"Why are you like that? Is it your first time seeing one?"

His voice was refreshingly casual. Only then did Sally realize she couldn't take her eyes off that wretched 'cigar,' and she was startled. When she raised her gaze to Winston's face, he smiled with a gentle curve at the corners of his eyes.

The contrast between his neat smile and the unseemly object was jarring.

That despicable bastard didn't seem surprised at all. Instead, she felt like the one acting strangely.

His pale blue eyes, narrowed from smiling, were fixed on Sally. At that moment, she realized he was observing her reaction.

He wasn't caught in the act of pleasuring himself. He was deliberately showing it to see how she would react.

She couldn't understand what he was trying to see. The royalists had been testing their spies for a long time, but none of them had ever shown their penis to her.

"Sorry, Captain!"

Her first priority was to escape the office. As she turned her back, pretending not to notice the mess on the carpet caused by the ashtray she had dropped, she heard:

"Didn't you say you'd do anything for money?"

The chair creaked behind her. Winston was standing up. The sound of his footsteps on the soft carpet grew closer. Each thud of his hard-soled shoes made Sally's heart pound.

"If you want, I can do anything for you, Captain."

She had said that to tie up Winston when he had attacked her in a fit of lust during the day. Now, that trap was tightening around her.

"I'm not sure what that 'anything' includes."

Winston lowered his voice as if sharing a secret, but Sally heard him clearly. His lips were so close to her ear that they gently brushed against it.

It wasn't just his lips that were close. His chest pressed against her shoulder, and something pressed into her back. She didn't want to know what it was.

"Can you show me?"

"...What do you mean?"

She swallowed hard and asked.

"What you can do."

Before she could respond, his long fingers wrapped around her arm, and she found herself facing him. They were so close that her nose almost touched his chest. Sally bowed her head to cover her nose and squeezed her eyes shut.

Crazy. Crazy. Crazy.

Is he still holding it?

"Don't you know?"

Sally shook her head vigorously, her eyes squeezed shut. Leon's half-smile became a perfect symmetrical grin.

He gently grabbed her chin and pressed her cheeks with his thumb and middle finger. The soft flesh indented, and her pink lips parted slightly.

Sally's eyes snapped open, and she met his gaze. Eyes are the windows to the soul. Leon persistently searched for the truth and lies in her eyes, which had a subtle blue-green hue.

"You said you'd do anything I want..."

As Sally tried to close her mouth, he pressed harder on her cheeks. A thin moan escaped her moist lips, making it even harder to look away from that red opening.

Would it be good to see it bleed from being bitten by those sharp teeth?

Leon pressed his index finger into Sally's mouth and pressed down on her soft tongue. She shuddered and tried to pull away, but he held her firmly.

A bold woman.

At this point, she should be scared and crying. But her dry eyes seemed to scream that she wanted to tear his finger and chew it up.

"I'm asking if you've ever put anything else in that mouth that spouts such dirty words."

He raised the object in his other hand. When he took a step closer, she stepped back in fear. Was it so contagious that it could kill her on contact?

"What's your answer?"

She grabbed his wrist and shook her head, whimpering like a dog. Each time his penis caught her eye, she gasped in fear, which was strangely both unpleasant and exhilarating.

'Looks like she hasn't done it before.'

If she had sold her body for money, she wouldn't have flinched and closed her eyes when he asked her to show what she could do.

Although he used a somewhat cruel method, his goal was achieved. Leon smiled in satisfaction and released his grip.

Sally stumbled slightly when he suddenly let go.

'What's his real intention?'

Winston suddenly started adjusting his clothes, as if he had just realized something.

Her mind was in such a mess that she momentarily forgot to escape while he was distracted. She wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth with her sleeve and glared at Winston.

She had occasionally seen lurid photos hidden under the mattresses of her male comrades. The sight of naked women sucking men's penises was so revolting that she had burned several of them with a lighter.

She had never seen such photos under the bed in the annex where Winston slept. But as a man, he must know about such revolting acts.

She thought he would grab her shoulder and push her down. When he pressed her shoulder, she planned to kick him between the legs.

A soldier who exposes his vital parts to the enemy is pitiful.

But as soon as she said she had never done such a thing, he let her go. He had gone to such absurd lengths just to hear that answer. She had fallen for his test.

What did it matter to him whether this maid had experienced men or sold her body?

While he was fastening his belt, she turned to leave. This time, she planned to run out without even saying goodbye, pretending to be a frightened maid, but he caught her again.

"Stay there."

Sally clenched her fists in secret. She wanted to punch his sharp nose and flatten it, but she couldn't, so she relaxed her hands.

This time, instead of turning her around, Winston walked in front of her. In his hand was the handkerchief he had used to wipe her tears in the torture room at lunchtime.

Was he finally going to ask her to suck it?

She extended her hands politely to receive it, but the handkerchief landed next to her lips, not in her hands.

"Sally, you're bleeding."

She had felt a sting on her cheek when the ashtray broke, but the shock of the situation had made her forget about the injury.

He gently wiped the wound with a tenderness uncharacteristic of him. The more tender he was, the more uneasy she felt. His true nature was far from tender.

"Please, just be your usual arrogant self. Treat a lowly maid like a disposable part of this mansion's machinery, as you always do."

Winston seemed unaware of her glare. His gaze was fixed on the red stain on the silk handkerchief.

"I'll suck it..."

As she reached for the handkerchief, he looked up. Their eyes met, and Sally's intuition screamed.

This is dangerous.

As she took a step back, Winston grabbed her chin. His lips approached hers, and just as she tried to turn her head, he turned it for her.

His lips touched her cheek, just a finger's width from the corner of her mouth, right where the wound was. The warm, moist flesh licked her skin, causing a sharp pain.

His hot breath washed over her cheek, and Sally froze as if hit by a fierce winter storm.

Even after he pulled away, Sally remained frozen. The nickname "vampire" was no exaggeration. Winston's breathing grew rough after tasting her blood, distinctly different from the steady breaths he had taken earlier when he was touching himself in front of her.

His sharp eyes were now clouded. He squeezed his eyes shut, biting his lower lip as if trying to suppress something. His Adam's apple bobbed once, and he sighed deeply, then opened his eyes.

The look in his eyes was gone. It was dangerous.