Chapter 21

Despite his harsh words, his touch was as gentle as if caressing a lover, which made the contrast even more revolting.

"You'll thrash and struggle, but you won't be able to escape from under me. If you slip because someone carelessly left soap in the bathtub, you might even break a finger. I'll have to bend your arms behind your back and hold you down. It's all for your own good. Understand?"

"……"

"Then I'll grab your lower abdomen, pull your hips tightly towards me, and thrust the thing I showed you a few days ago into the tight hole you're squeezing."

He no longer smiled. Sally met his serious gaze with a look of disdain. But Winston became even more excited, breathing heavily.

"Then you'll understand."

His hand, which had traveled down from her side to below the water, caressed her buttocks.

"Is your insides as hot as this water?"

His hand slipped in through the gap created by her bent knees. Just as he was about to touch her private area, Sally kicked his hand away with her foot.

For some reason, he obediently let go. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then spoke in a deep, strained voice, trying to suppress his cruel desire.

"But I'm doing my best to hold back. You're a good girl, after all."

Sally suppressed a burst of laughter. Holding back? Does he need to look up the definition of 'holding back' in a dictionary?

"Can I be honest too?"

Winston, still with his eyes closed, nodded. Sally bit her dry lips and said something that was anything but honest.

"I'm disappointed in you, Captain."

She couldn't possibly be disappointed. There was no expectation. One only feels disappointed by an enemy when they fall short of expectations.

"I thought you were the kind of person who wouldn't do something as terrible as rape."

At least this was sincere.

"Besides, you're about to become engaged to the Duchess."

The engagement between the Winston family and the ducal family was the most important matter at the moment. Mentioning the Duchess was a way of telling him to get a grip, but Winston seemed not to hear, breathing heavily.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

He slowly lifted his eyelids and stared intently at Sally. His lips parted slowly, and an unexpected question came out.

"Curious?"

"Yes."

"Answer me."

"Huh?"

"I'm curious too."

Leon mentioned what had happened a few hours earlier at the hotel in Winsford. He had bought a woman who had a similar aura to her, but even after undressing her and applying lipstick, he couldn't get it up. The disdain in the maid's eyes deepened as she listened to this failure, making it even harder to suppress the rising impulse.

"Ha... This act, I find it as repulsive as you do. I had no interest in such messy affairs, but lately, every time I see you, I get interested, which I find repulsive."

"……"

"So, answer me."

"……"

"Sally, why does it only work for you?"

Sally's eyes began to boil with anger, not just disdain, as she noticed Winston's hand, which he had kept outside the bathtub, now in front of her.

"Why does it only work for you..."

At the tip of his sleek, well-manicured fingers was the white bloomers Sally had taken off.

"...get hard?"

Winston dropped the underwear, which was soaked with semen, onto Sally's ashen knees. The sticky fluid, still warm from his body, clung to her skin. She wanted to tear it off immediately but couldn't. Sally couldn't take her eyes off the man who was slowly standing up.

Contrary to her expectation that he would pounce, he straightened his clothes and walked towards the door.

"This is just my intuition..."

Sally glared at his back, where his shirt was so tight it seemed about to burst. Suddenly, Winston turned and looked down at her.

"I think you know the answer."

He was notorious for his cruel torture methods and his animalistic intuition. And the reputation was well-deserved.

Sally knew the answer.

As she held her breath, Winston frowned at her.

"But why aren't you wearing the stockings I bought you?"

He roughly tore off her cheap stockings and threw them in the trash, then walked out the door without a backward glance. As the door slammed shut, Sally exhaled and tore at her wet hair.

'I'd rather be fired right now.'

***

'This is torture.'

Sally sighed as she dusted the books on the shelf. Torture isn't just about physical pain. Winston's daily mental harassment was a form of torture.

"I think you know the answer."

This will be exposed soon.

If it's exposed, it's over. If he finds out her true identity, Winston won't let her off easily. Sally knew the high command well. They would extract all the crucial information about the revolutionaries' base and leadership through the most heinous tortures.

'Then I won't be the only one in danger.'

She couldn't just stay and do nothing, citing her duty as a spy. Fred would fill her position. He was still unreliable, but everyone grows through tough missions.

It seemed simple to just tell the housekeeper she was quitting and pack her bags, but it wasn't that easy.

She needed to be fired, not quit. If she left unharmed, she would face the full wrath of the high command. She didn't want to disappoint Jimmy either.

Pretending to be fired wouldn't work. Fred or Peter might rat her out.

If she pretended to take on the new mission of becoming Winston's mistress and then got fired, everyone would have nothing to say.

The 'method of being fired' Sally chose after much deliberation was the first strategy that came to mind.

To spread the rumor of her affair with Winston to Mrs. Winston.

"Miss Bristol."

And it wouldn't be that difficult.

Winston approached Sally, who was standing on a low ladder. He was close enough for her to feel his breath on her neck.

"Good girl."

"Huh?"

His hand slipped between her legs and caressed her calf. Sally squeezed her legs tightly.

"That's what I bought you."

His fingers slid over the smooth silk stockings. Normally, they would slide down, but his hand slid up.

Wearing the stockings Winston bought was part of her plan to get fired. She had expected he would touch her, but she couldn't tolerate his fingers slipping under the garter belt.

"What are you doing, Captain?"

"Body search for illegal weapons."

"Didn't you take the illegal weapons?"

"They're still in the desk drawer."

"You remember that? Why didn't you take them?"

"You said to seize them."

"You're smart."

His tone was tinged with disappointment as his hand, which had been searching for a non-existent gun on Sally's thighs, finally fell away.

"Your fiancé didn't even try to get them back for you?"

"It seems you're waiting for me to break the law again."

Since she was trying to get fired, Sally stopped pretending to be an obedient maid. A breath tickled her neck.

"Sally, as someone who cares for you, I'll give you some advice. Don't marry a man like that."

Winston, who was one of the worst in the kingdom, giving such advice was the ultimate contradiction.

But it wasn't entirely wrong. It's hard to call a man who tries to make his fiancée his enemy's mistress a good man.

"Sally."

Once she left, she wouldn't use the alias 'Sally' again. She might develop a nervous breakdown just hearing his sly voice every time he called her.

"Why are you doing this?"

"One thing..."

Just as he started to speak, someone knocked on the office door.

"Come in."

Winston, still standing close to Sally, ordered. The door opened, but instead of footsteps, a flustered voice was heard.

"Um... Captain, I'll come back later."

Without turning around, Sally knew the voice belonged to Lieutenant Campbell. He seemed quite flustered to see his superior with a maid in a private moment.

Finally, Sally's plan was working, but unfortunately, the rumor wouldn't spread to the mansion. The lieutenant was a soldier. To spread the rumor, it needed to be caught by a loose-lipped mansion employee.

"Is it not urgent?"

"It is, but I have new information about Jonathan Ridley Jr. to report."