Chapter 25

"Is it also an insult to make a lady full?"

"You're trying to make someone else full, aren't you?"

This woman, she's getting more and more...

Leon burst into a hollow laugh and closed the cigar case, putting it back in his jacket.

She had witnessed horrific torture and its aftermath, yet she smiled and asked, "When will the cleaning be done?" I already knew she had a bold personality.

But now, she's even boldly uttering lewd words.

"Do you always act so coy and then treat the man who falls for you as a villain?"

"I never tried to lure anyone, so I'm the one who's pitiful."

She said she never tried to lure anyone, then devoured the cake and immediately moved to a new spot. This time, she seemed determined to drink a lot of the most expensive champagne.

Getting drunk is a common tactic used by proud women to seduce men and lead them to bed. I had once generously let myself be lured from the third glass, ordering a whole bottle, but the woman didn't seem particularly drunk.

"Aren't you dizzy? How about lying down and resting?"

When she suggested going to the cabin, the woman didn't respond and just tilted her champagne glass. The dock, lit up like midday, was getting closer behind the woman's head.

It's already this late.

Leon sighed and rubbed his temples.

"Sally, you're being boring, aren't you?"

"Yes, you've just watched me eat for four hours."

The woman wrinkled her nose as if disappointed and added with a smirk.

"Boring."

Leon, who was tightly gripping his legs and whose face was flushed from the alcohol, alternated his gaze between her and laughed.

"No, you know too well what I like. Is it innate?"

The woman, with the rim of the champagne glass to her lips, looked at him. Her eyes seemed to ask, "Why do you like me like this?" Reading a bit of confusion in her eyes, he smiled crookedly. An opportunity to regain control.

"Clothes, I know you deliberately dressed in a tacky way. But you made a mistake."

"..."

"Light pink, red, brown. They're all colors I'm madly in love with."

The cold light pink water in the bathtub where the spy's head was submerged. The fresh red blood flowing from the torn flesh. The rough ropes with brown dried blood.

All the colors of blood. The colors of blood that excite me.

"You, you fail."

***

The sedan crossed the estate's main gate and traversed the garden. The main building, which was gradually getting closer, was brightly lit as if it were a party, even though it was close to midnight.

"I've never had such a failed date in my life."

Winston, with his elbow on the car window, rubbed his lips as a laugh escaped. Sally only turned her eyes to glare at him sharply.

"Fail, try to do it properly."

Called a failure, she had no words to say. After all, Sally's plan to spread a scandal had failed miserably.

Or was it too early to judge?

To get to the annex, they had to pass by the main building. As the car approached the main building's entrance, Sally inwardly rejoiced.

A luxury sedan was parked on the stone path between the main gate and the fountain, and beside it, Mrs. Winston was seeing off the Duchess of Aldridge.

To encounter the two people who were most wary of women clinging to Winston at once. The plan was almost complete.

As the headlights and engine noise approached, both women turned their heads. Sally met their eyes for a moment, then lowered her head slightly as if she were guilty and glanced at Winston, making a troubled expression as if to say, "What do we do now that we've been caught?"

"Oh, the Duchess was supposed to come today. I forgot."

Winston let out a short sigh and parked his car behind the Duchess's. Sally, who thought he would turn the car around, watched in shock as Winston got out of the car.

His eyes met Mrs. Winston's, whose face was etched with shock and anger.

The Duchess, after the initial eye contact, never turned her gaze this way again. A faint, embarrassed smile appeared on her composed face.

'This is enough.'

Feeling sorry for the innocent Duchess who looked troubled, Sally quietly opened the car door and tried to run to the annex without making a sound.

"Huh, what are you doing?"

"Get in."

Winston, who had been exchanging greetings with the two women, caught up and grabbed her. He calmly spoke to his mother and fiancée while pushing Sally back into the car and trapping her by leaning against the passenger door.

Winston had personally, and excessively, completed Sally's plan.

He only returned to the driver's seat after the Duchess's car had left. Despite Mrs. Winston's furious voice, he nonchalantly replied and drove straight to the annex.

Sally glared at Winston with a look of disgust.

I want to see what's inside this guy's head. How is his brain structured to be so brazen even after being caught cheating?

"Captain, thanks to you, I had a great time, oh!"

As soon as they arrived at the annex, Sally tried to run to the maid's room, but Winston grabbed her arm.

"Fail, we need to discuss today's failure."

He grabbed Sally as if he were arresting a criminal and burst into the first-floor study. The soldiers playing billiards inside froze as soon as they turned their heads.

"Everyone out."

Though puzzled, no one dared to ask questions. Six soldiers hurriedly left and closed the study door.

Sally slipped out of Winston's grasp by quickly taking off her cardigan. But just as she was about to escape through the door, he slammed it shut in front of her.

A large hand firmly grabbed her hand on the doorknob. Sally widened her eyes and met Winston's twisted smile.

"It's too late to discuss the failure."

"A failed mission doesn't give you the right to say that."

His right hand spread, and the red cardigan fell to the floor. His long fingers tapped the protruding buttons on her blouse, moving upward.

His index finger began to roll the button between the raised peaks in a circular motion. As she glared at his hand, the nipples he had rolled yesterday throbbed on their own.

Thud.

As she pushed his hand away, Winston bent down toward her. His arm wrapped around her waist, and in an instant, she was lifted up.

Hanging over his shoulder, Sally, instead of struggling, checked the positions of the military dagger and pistol attached to Winston's waist.

Resisting now would be futile. She needed to use the right weapon at the right time.

As the billiard table passed in front of her, Sally's teal eyes sparkled. It was as if weapons were laid out on the dark green cloth.

Winston walked to the opposite side of the door and laid Sally on the billiard table. She immediately sat up, but there was no way to escape. Her knees, hanging off the edge, were spread wide by him, and he pressed his lower body between them.

Sally calmed her rapidly beating heart and stared at the muscular man in front of her.

I can fight today.

Since Mrs. Winston would soon kick her out, there was no need to hold back and risk failing the mission. She just needed to fight in a way that didn't show her professional combat training, making it look a bit sloppy. As long as she didn't kill him, it would be fine.

While Sally mentally prepared to fight, focusing on his vital points, Winston had only one thought: to thrust into her vital points.

"As you can see, you completely failed."

He unbuckled his officer's jacket and took it off, revealing what he was hiding. The button on his pants, hidden by the jacket, was about to burst, and one of the threads was already loose.

Winston neatly folded the jacket and draped it over the billiard table, then began to roll up his sleeves. It was the same preparation he made before personally torturing someone.

"Since your method failed, we need to try mine now."

Meanwhile, Sally gauged the distance to the pistol on top of the jacket. She could shoot him in the shoulder, which would prevent him from touching her until she was safely kicked out.

He finished rolling up the other sleeve and scolded her as if lecturing her on her mistakes.

"I won't let you cry and leave today."

Winston bent over Sally, placing his hands on either side of her.

Their slightly parted lips were so close that their warm breaths mixed. Both of them flinched as if burned by the heat, but the meaning was different for each.

With their noses almost touching, Winston leaned in and whispered softly.