Chapter 35

“Hiss...”

The moment the woman closed her eyes tightly, Leon bit down on the pale pink flesh that trembled before him.

The soft texture was similar to that of lips. If he had to compare which he preferred, he would choose the flesh he was teasing with his tongue right now.

He was satisfied by the honest reaction to his lewd tongue play. The nipple, unlike its owner, could not lie. The flesh that had been soft suddenly swelled and hardened.

It was a perfect shape for sucking. As Leon took the rosy areola deep into his mouth, the woman writhed and moaned.

“Ahh...”

He licked the round protrusion with his wet tongue, feeling as if he were rolling a plump, ripe raspberry in his mouth.

Would it burst with juice if he bit it?

“Ahh!”

Crack. The soft flesh was pressed by his teeth, and the handcuffs clinked against the armrest. The woman's limbs twitched, and the breast he had yet to touch jiggled violently.

“It hurts. Don’t bite.”

The moment the woman whispered in his ear, Leon couldn't suppress a groan.

The pleas of Blanchard's little mice were always sweet to hear. But for the most difficult mouse to catch, Little Ridley, to be naked and bound, making such lewd pleas to him, was maddeningly sweet.

“Ahh!”

It was a mistake to expect the devil to grant a request. Winston became even more excited and wild.

He grabbed her breast with his large hand, roughly kneading and squeezing it until the flesh, red and swollen, bulged between his long fingers.

His tongue, which had been teasing aggressively, flicked up. The devil's lips, which had been observing Grace's reactions, curled into a crooked smile.

“Hiss, please!”

She had wanted to show no reaction, but she failed miserably. Every time the sensitive flesh was grasped by his hot hand, and the cold blade touched her bare back, Grace trembled all over.

When the nipple was lifted by his soft tongue, an indescribable sensation shot through her, and she couldn't help but let out a lewd moan.

At the same time, the overwhelming sense of humiliation made it hard for her to hold back her tears. Her lips, torn and painful, couldn't even be bitten, and she clenched her teeth.

“You dirty pig! What are you doing to Grace? Stop it right now!”

In the midst of the chaos, Fred's scream echoed through the torture chamber. After the sound of clothes being torn, the messy sounds of sucking and moaning followed, fueling his rage.

“Aaaah!”

Unable to bear the reality of hearing lewd sounds from the woman who had always been pure to him, he tried to cover it with a scream.

Winston suddenly released the nipple he had been sucking and clicked his tongue. Fred, unaware that his fierce gaze was directed at him, continued to scream.

“Is that the order he received? To be annoying every time I enjoy time with my comrade.”

“How can you do such dirty things, sniff... I'll kill you!”

Leon snorted at the threat, which was neither frightening nor cute.

“I'm doing this with the body owner's permission. Does an engaged man or a nobody have the right to question it? What do you think, darling?”

The hand that had been gripping her breast moved up to her collarbone and neck, caressing her face in a disturbingly tender manner. Grace shuddered at the lover-like tone and actions.

“Huh? Miss Ridley, do you think you have the right to condemn me, the one who betrayed you and sold you to me?”

Winston urged her to answer by fondling her earlobe lewdly, and Grace shook her head briefly.

“Then tell him yourself.”

Grace closed her eyes tightly and pleaded with Fred.

“Fred, please shut up.”

But Fred, whose sanity was already numbed, didn't listen.

“Don't, please let him go...”

He shook his head at Grace's request. As he continued to scream, Winston, who was not a man of common sense, didn't try to threaten or gag him.

“Have you ever let him suck you?”

Grace shook her head, looking disgusted. A twisted smile appeared on Winston's face.

“Oh... I guess I'm being quite cruel right now.”

Winston lifted each heavy breast and licked the cleavage. Soon, the flesh began to rub against each other, making a sticky and lewd sound.

“What are you doing now?”

“Torture.”

He was making the lewd sounds louder for Fred to hear. Grace writhed in humiliation, trying to escape from his grip.

“Hiss... please stop.”

But it was impossible with her hands bound. Grace had to endure Winston's despicable actions.

His lips bit down on the trembling nipple. He sucked the sensitive spot fiercely and rubbed the soft flesh relentlessly.

“Hiss...”

Grace felt a sharp sensation between her legs, a sexual sensitivity she had never experienced before. Every time Winston's cruel mouth teased her, sparks flew before her eyes, and her breath came in short gasps.

Suck.

“Ahh!”

He deliberately made a loud sound by sucking the nipple hard.

“Ahh, ahh, stop...”

This cruel man would never listen to her pleas.

“Quiet, darling. There are others here.”

“Hiss... Huh, please... Huh...”

She clenched her teeth to stop the moans, but he grabbed her cheeks and forced her mouth open. Unfiltered lewd sounds continuously escaped from Grace's mouth, matching Winston's tongue play.

Creak, the groans of the metal chair mixed with the woman's moans and the sticky friction sounds. Fred's screams continued, competing with the vulgar noises.

“Aaaah! You dirty pervert!”

Fred, who was cursing as if he were being raped, ended up saying something he shouldn't.

“Daring to defile the commander's woman?”

At that moment, Winston's gaze, which had been looking at Grace, changed.

“The commander will tear you to pieces.”

“Please, shut up, Fred, huh!”

Her cry was cut off. A large hand had grabbed her slender neck, almost breaking it.

His thick thumb and forefinger dug under her chin, lifting her body. Struggling to free herself, she only made the handcuffs dig deeper into her wrists.

“Gasp...”

Her eyes, filled with a terrifying madness, gradually dimmed.

“Was your fiancé that guy?”

The hand around her neck visibly trembled. Even his voice, gritted through clenched teeth, was trembling, sending shivers down her spine.

“Gasp... Save... me.”

Grace felt that the anger he had shown so far was nothing compared to this.

“Sending a woman to me to marry. Did you look down on me, thinking I couldn't even be a man?”

Everyone knew the rumors about his clean, almost obsessive, relationships. Winston himself, and the revolution's leadership, knew.

It wasn't entirely wrong to say they looked down on him and sent his fiancée. Jimmy had once mentioned using the rumors to infiltrate Grace.

“So, you were quite surprised when I got hard and attacked, weren't you?”

That wasn't entirely wrong either.

“So, did you do it with him?”

“Gasp...”

“Did you do it with him?!”

His fierce shout echoed in the torture chamber. There was no trace of reason in his bone-chilling eyes.

“Ahh...”

She couldn't speak. Grace shook her head frantically, her face flushed red.

“What about me?”

Do as you please. Do whatever you want.

She felt she might really die. At this point, spreading her legs didn't seem to matter if it meant saving her life.

“Huh... Haa, haa...”

The moment she nodded, Winston loosened his grip. Without the strength to hold herself up, Grace collapsed into the arms of the man who had tried to kill her, gasping for breath.

“Oh, Fred. Your precious top-tier prostitute of Blanchard says the commander is no good, but I am?”

Winston took out a key from his pocket and unlocked the handcuffs. Red marks were left on her wrists. Before she could rub her sore wrists, she had to kneel between his legs.

The hand holding the gleaming dagger gently caressed her pale lips. Grace didn't understand the meaning of the gesture.

Don't kill me. She added this plea while gasping for breath, but he seemed to ignore it.

“Tell Little Jimmy clearly. His fiancée willingly allowed Captain Winston.”

At these words, not only Fred but also Grace turned pale and trembled. No, Fred wouldn't disobey my request and repeat those words. Fred, please don't say it.

“And tell him how happily the princess of the revolution sucked the cock of the royal pig.”