Chapter 20

As she sucked the candy in her mouth, a lewd sound escaped. At that moment, a sigh-like moan slipped out of Leon's mouth.

Leon brought his hand, which held the woman's underwear, to her center. It was already so swollen that it felt stiff.

Unlike the naked woman selling cigarettes earlier, who showed no signs of arousal, this maid had excited him with just the ordinary act of eating a candy, making his body react like a male in heat.

Leon casually threw the candy box onto the rug and put his arm into the bathtub.

The woman puffed out her cheeks like a squirrel with an acorn in its mouth, her eyes wide open. Even though he hadn't touched her, she shuddered as if she had been electrocuted and tried to retreat further into the corner.

"Do you like it hot?"

Is this woman's insides as hot as well? I would gladly immerse myself in her, even if my skin were to turn red and peel off.

"Do you remember what I showed you a few days ago?"

He slowly swirled his hand beside the maid's breast. As the bubbles burst, the woman flinched, and the bubbles from the other side covered the exposed skin.

The woman looked at him with a terrified expression, just like that day. Leon, who had successfully implanted the image of her intimate parts into her mind, smiled brightly and slowly moved his hand holding the underwear.

"Aren't you curious about how hot it is?"

The woman, crouched tightly, shook her head and glared at him. Leon lifted the corner of his mouth and pulled a strand of her chestnut hair, which clung to her shoulder like seaweed.

The wet hair stuck to his hand. Would her skin stick to me like this?

He rubbed the spot where the woman's intimate parts would touch inside the underwear. He could feel a slight moisture from the soft folds that gently stimulated his fingertips.

It was undoubtedly moisture that had seeped from the woman's body.

He swallowed a moan that had risen to his throat, his eyes, which were a deep teal, filled with contempt, staring straight ahead. The woman's shoulders shrank a little more, perhaps noticing the movement of his Adam's apple.

Leon's gaze caressed her round shoulders and traced her prominent collarbone. The white foam blocked his view as it tried to go lower.

He swallowed. The two knees that stood out in the middle of the foam, like whipped cream, were tinged with a pinkish hue, like ripe peaches, due to the hot water.

Leon imagined the woman's body, submerged in the water, by connecting the exposed parts to form a complete picture.

The heavy silence, taut like a fully drawn bow, was broken by a low whisper.

"I'm curious about the taste."

Sally exhaled the breath she had been holding.

'You've never tasted it before?'

She swallowed the saliva that had gathered in her mouth and rolled the candy to the other cheek as she answered.

"It's cherry-flavored."

Winston let go of the hair he had been holding and picked up the candy box. She thought he might want to try one, but he wasn't that simple.

The box tilted over the bathtub, and the red candies spilled into the water.

What is he up to?

Sally's eyes widened, and her mouth opened in surprise.

"Oh... I wanted to taste it too, but my hand slipped?"

To pour them into the water himself and then claim his hand slipped. What a lunatic.

"Sorry, but we'll have to share."

He was trying to kiss her.

Winston's broad chest loomed over Sally's body, casting a dark shadow. He even used his large hands to pin her between the wall and the bathtub.

Winston's face tilted to the right. As his lips drew closer, the gap between his lips widened.

Sally pressed herself against the wall, her legs trembling. She wrapped her arms around her chest, which she had been holding with her knees, and turned her head away just before his lips touched hers.

"Ah!"

He didn't stop or change direction. He bared his teeth like a predator and lightly bit her exposed neck. Sally's hand reflexively pushed against Leon's shoulder, soaking his shirt.

I already know what cherries taste like. What he was curious about was the taste of this woman.

As Leon's lips traced her neck, his Adam's apple bobbed again as he salivated. He had already tasted the sweet blood and wanted to taste something else.

He wanted to nibble on every inch of her, from her tiny nose to her little toe. What would her saliva and tears taste like?

His lips crossed the delicate jawline and approached her soft cheek, just as he was about to bite her lips.

Leon's tongue was instantly wrapped in the sharp sweetness of the cherry. He rolled the small candy under his tongue and laughed lowly.

"Captain, have it all."

The woman spat the candy into her hand and placed it in his mouth just before their lips touched. She even boldly covered his mouth with her hand.

This means both of her hands are now holding him, leaving her defenseless.

"Ah!"

One of Sally's nipples, submerged in the foam, was rolled by Winston's finger. She writhed in surprise, but he cruelly and persistently held onto the soft flesh without letting go.

"Aah, let go! Please, let go!"

Only after using her fingernails did she manage to free herself from his grip. Sally warned him with a voice full of anger.

"Don't touch my body. I admit I used your bathtub without permission, but that doesn't give you the right to do whatever you want with my body."

Leon laughed. The woman, crouched like a rabbit with her arms covering her chest, looked adorable despite her fierce warning.

"Pink."

He provocatively said as he sat on the rug.

"What?"

"Your nipples, they're pink."

The woman's face turned pale, then quickly flushed red.

"...You're just guessing."

With the foam so thick, it's impossible. Sally hugged her chest tighter and glared at Winston. His gaze was drawn to her more prominent upper chest.

"Then, shall I check if I'm right?"

The hand that had been resting on the edge of the bathtub plunged into the water. Sally flinched and tried to move away, but his hand went in the opposite direction.

Plop.

A sound of something being pulled out from under the foam was heard. The sound of water gushing out of the bathtub followed, and Sally's face turned ashen.

In Leon's hand, outside the bathtub, was the plug.

"Or will you admit it?"

When the water drains, her naked body will be completely exposed.

"Yes! Please, put it back."

She reached out to grab the plug, but Winston quickly moved his hand back and smiled slyly.

"What's right?"

The water level had already dropped to the middle of Sally's chest, leaving no time to waste.

"...They're pink."

Sally mumbled through gritted teeth. Winston smiled at her, who was biting her lip in humiliation, and extended the plug.

Thud.

Just as she was about to take it, he threw it into the corner of the bathroom.

"I didn't say I'd give it back."

Sally almost unleashed a torrent of curses at him. Her anger surged so quickly that she didn't even feel embarrassed. She didn't care if Winston saw her naked body.

"Captain."

"Yes?"

Winston smiled innocently. Anyone who didn't know he was toying with the maid like a cat with a mouse would think it was a gentle smile.

"What exactly do you want from me?"

Sally asked without hiding her hostility.

"Be honest with me?"

"Yes."

Winston's lips curled into a sinister smile. Sally knew that nothing ordinary would come out of his mouth.

He reached out to the maid, who glared at him fiercely. The curves of her ribs and the indentation of her waist gradually became visible above the waterline.

"Soon..."

As he lightly brushed the curve of her breast that protruded from his hand, the woman shuddered and glared at him even more fiercely.

"...the bathtub will be empty."

There was less than two inches of water left.

"Then you'll get in. You'll retreat to the corner, right? Or will you try to stand up and leave? That won't work. I'll grab you and throw you to the floor. You'll have to be careful not to hit your head. I don't have a fetish for unconscious women."

He recited his cruel fantasies without hesitation, as if he had been waiting for her to ask. The prominent knuckles of his smooth hand traced the exposed parts of Sally's body.