Chapter 34

"You would have been better off if you had submitted so willingly earlier."

After that, the tension in Grace's breathing grew more intense. Every time something brushed against something soft, and every time Winston made a meaningful sound, Fred would sniff loudly.

"Pull up your skirt."

Leon slowly stroked the inside of the woman's thigh with the tip of his shoe, stimulating her. The softness he felt against the hard end was indescribable.

"Hmm…"

When he flicked the garter strap that held the stockings, Grace grimaced.

"Body search for illegal weapon possession."

He chuckled and added,

"Oh, we don't need an excuse anymore."

"Aah!"

Winston suddenly kicked her leg. The pointed tip of his shoe hit the center of the bloomers, pressing down on the soft flesh inside.

The sensation, though not exactly painful, was unbearably uncomfortable, rising and falling in waves. Winston watched Grace with a calm expression, despite the lewd act he was performing.

"Huff…"

She bit her lip, trying to suppress the messy moans, but suddenly felt dizzy.

"Ah…"

As her legs weakened and she stumbled, she instinctively reached out and closed her eyes tightly. However, instead of the cold floor, she fell onto a hot body.

"Are you done?"

"Hmm, no."

"Our self, you're quick."

The heat that clouded her mind made her momentarily forget her situation, and she pushed against his chest. But to Leon, it was just a cute tantrum.

"Aah, hmm… It hurts."

Leon embraced the woman, who had spread her legs and sat on his knees, as if to crush her. Even with several layers of fabric between them, the softness of her body was vividly felt, causing him to tremble with uncontrollable pleasure.

What are you, anyway?

She was still a mystery. A cunning spy who had deceived him. The daughter of his father's killer. But that didn't explain why he was drawn to her alone.

Leon grabbed the woman's buttocks through her clothes. When he pulled her close, the hidden vulva, covered by a thin layer of bloomers, pressed against his groin. As his hand roughly massaged her buttocks, the rough friction began.

"Hmm…"

Even though their genitals weren't directly touching, the sensation of the bent flesh column inside her clothes pressing against her skin made her feel as if she were already naked.

Her clitoris, still tingling from the previous climax, shuddered. Grace trembled all over, just as she had when violated by the shoes.

"Haa… You feel it, don't you?"

Leon rubbed his body against hers, exhaling hot breath. Every time he applied pressure, the woman twisted her body, unable to bear the stimulation. Grinding her own vulva against the man's body, she was no different from a female in heat.

"You've been well trained."

The woman's eyes turned rebellious. She seemed to want to deny it but held back, showing signs of anger.

"Please, ah, just do it."

The woman pleaded in his ear. Leon shook his head and thrust his hips forcefully.

"That's for me to decide."

"Huff…"

The woman's waist arched back. Unable to stifle her moans, she bit her lip.

It felt like it was about to tear. Leon, entranced by the soft flesh pressed between his teeth, let out a groan.

Bleed. Hurry up.

The moment a crimson droplet formed on the tip of her white teeth, he couldn't hold back anymore.

He grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her, the warm blood mingling with her body heat spreading between their pressed flesh.

He licked the blood that clung to the creases of his lips with the tip of his tongue.

This taste. This scent. This feeling, as if his heart would burst.

Leon, intoxicated by the intense déjà vu, bit her lips again.

"Ugh, no…."

"Haa… I said I'd decide."

"Stop, ugh…."

The chair creaked as he struggled with the woman trying to escape. Soon, the sound of wet flesh rubbing against each other echoed off the torture room walls. Fred's weak voice, pleading for it to stop, was completely forgotten.

The kiss was brutal. He probed the wound with his tongue and sucked the blood. Grace moaned in sharp pain.

'It wasn't like this back then.'

The kiss from her childhood wasn't sharp. It was only thrilling.

Grace, placed in a situation that was similar yet completely different, felt despair. Did the girl from her childhood meet a monster, or did she create one?

"Ugh…."

If the blood didn't come, he might tear her lips even more. Just as Winston was about to bite her swollen lower lip again, Grace boldly pushed her tongue between his parted lips.

The kiss soon became quite ordinary. Holding each other's necks and cheeks, they kissed passionately, as any lovers would, if not for the dagger in the man's right hand.

Grace slowly pulled and sucked on Winston's extended tongue. Finally, his tongue fell from the tip of her pursed lips, and a long thread of saliva stretched between them.

"Haa, first…."

Winston pointed to Grace's chest with a look of satisfied thirst.

"I need to check if it's correct."

He meant to check if her nipples were pink.

He didn't touch her clothes. He just tilted his chin and waited.

It meant she should undress herself.

Grace glared at Winston as she lowered the shoulder straps of her apron. Trying to appear brave, her hands trembled as she unbuttoned the buttons from the neck to the waist of her black maid's uniform.

As the front of her dress gradually opened, the man's gaze became more dangerous. The more his lips curled, the more it seemed he was delighted that she was a spy.

"Aah, don't!"

Just as she was about to unbutton her blouse, Winston grabbed the collar with both hands and ripped it open. The fabric tore with a loud snap, and white buttons flew in all directions.

Leon laughed as he pulled the blouse and maid's uniform down to her shoulders. The white bra, which lacked any allure, was the same color as the one he had removed from the billiard table.

"Even your underwear is plain. I hope what's behind is a bit more lively."

He grabbed the center of the bra with both hands. As the tendons in his dry palms bulged, the tough fabric tore like paper.

"It's correct."

The peak of the milky white flesh was indeed pink.

As soon as he let go of the torn bra, Grace tried to close her blouse. Leon removed her hands one by one.

"Sorry, I'm going to be busy, so I won't have time to pay attention to your hands."

The action of handcuffing her hands to the armrests of the chair was elegant, almost tender, as if he were putting a valuable bracelet on a lover's wrist.

Her pale hands trembled more than before. In fact, her entire body was shaking. Her breasts also trembled, and the nipples, resembling peach blossoms, quivered attractively.

Unlike the vulgar meat that the dancers at the cabaret shook, this woman's body made his mouth water just by looking at it.

Leon slowly raised his gaze from the lustrous flesh to her blushing face and asked politely,

"May I, Miss Ridley?"

He even used formal language to ask for permission. It was a cruel act, knowing that the decision about her body was entirely his. The woman, who couldn't refuse and only moved her bloodied lips, also knew this.

"..."

His eyes, which delighted in her glare, were very satisfying. The deep fear and humiliation in her usually contemptuous green eyes made him suddenly want to see them turn bloody.

"My request was unclear, it seems."

He didn't stop his cruel act.

"May I, with my tongue, dare to…"

"Do it. Do as you please. Please, don't ask."

When he pressed for an even more shameful answer, the woman clenched her teeth and whispered the unnecessary permission through her trembling teeth.

"Doing as you please is a very dangerous thing to say."

Do you know what I might do? He added, moistening his twisted lips with the tip of his tongue. Grace, breathing heavily, turned her head to the side.

"Look."

Leon grabbed her chin and turned her face to the front. As he lowered his head, meeting her eyes filled with contempt and shame, he parted his lips just before touching the protruding nipple. The corners of her eyes turned a beautiful pink.

The same color as the nipple.