Chapter 75

'Pearl necklace?'

A golden chain, studded with large pearls at intervals of a finger's width, was coiled around Grace's ankles like a set of shackles. However, it wasn't until Winston held it up with both hands that she realized it wasn't a necklace. Even with his arms outstretched, the chain's middle part extended down to his knees. Moreover, at both ends were large rings, big enough to fit three fingers.

"I had this specially made for you. Do you like it?"

She was speechless. How could he waste such valuable money on a prank like treating a human as a pet? Then again, for a major landowner, this might cost less than a day's income.

"I'm so happy to be the dog of a wealthy man, Master. To be fitted with a leash made of pearls and gold."

"Leash?"

Winston's eyes narrowed, and he gave a meaningful smile, sending a chill down her spine.

"Bella, do you like your new toy?"

"Arf!"

Only then did she finally bark like a dog.

Leon, watching the woman who had the pearl-studded chain between her legs and was howling like an animal, suddenly recalled a verse from the Bible.

"Do not give what is holy to dogs, and do not throw your pearls before swine, lest they trample them underfoot and turn to tear you apart."

He couldn't understand why this verse came to mind.

Why? Giving pearls to a bitch?

As soon as he kicked the chair that had slid up to his feet, a shrill howl erupted.

"Ah!"

"Our puppy seems to be enjoying it."

Leon smiled at the woman, who was moving further away. Of course, her face showed no sign of enjoyment.

The chair, which had been rolling, stopped, and the woman opened her mouth and gasped. She looked like an excited dog, her mouth wet and glistening with saliva because her hands were tied to her thighs.

When he tied her to the chair with wheels and attached the chain to the bed frame, she had no idea what it was for. It wasn't until he passed the chain between her spread legs that her eyes widened in realization.

But she probably didn't expect this.

Neither did Leon.

Sitting on a chair far from the bed, Leon leaned forward. As he propped his chin on the hand holding the chain's other end, the woman squinted her teary eyes and moaned.

"Ah..."

A large pearl, embedded in the soft flesh, hit her clitoris and popped out as the chain was pulled up.

"It suits you well."

Watching the pink flesh suck and spit out the milky pearls was quite enjoyable.

"You always look good in white."

While he lightly stimulated her with the chain, Grace, struggling to catch her breath, retorted.

"Pervert, even God and mental hospitals can't cure you. I feel sorry for the duchess who will marry you without knowing anything."

"Why should the duchess feel sorry? You should feel sorry."

As he lifted the chain around her neck, Grace turned pale.

"Stop, huff!"

As the chain tightened around her neck, she was pulled toward Winston again. The pearls, spaced a finger's width apart, tapped her clitoris and disappeared into her labia, causing sharp, intense sensations that made her hair stand on end and her breath catch.

This was a different kind of torture from the massage device Winston called her personal torture instrument, making her feel sick with disgust.

The pearls on the golden chain varied in shape and size. The smooth, polished pearls were bearable, but...

"Ah!"

When a bumpy pearl hit her clitoris, she felt like she was about to faint.

As her buttocks, which had risen, fell back onto the chair, a small, snowman-like pearl scraped from her clitoris to her vaginal opening. When the protruding part hit and then pulled out of her vaginal opening, Grace lifted her buttocks and sobbed again.

"Ah, huff, huff..."

She felt like she was really going to lose it. To be violated by a shell and a stone after the massage device was embarrassing.

"Don't hold back. Enjoy it."

No, it was embarrassing to feel pleasure while being violated by this man.

At the command to not hold back, Grace tightened her lower body even more. The chair stopped when its wheels hit Winston's shoe. Just as she was about to take a deep breath, relieved that she had resisted...

Click.

Winston kissed her...

"Arf!"

Then he pushed the chair away with his foot.

"Huff, no..."

Going backward with the chain was much harder to bear. The pearls dug into her flesh from behind, striking the swollen, engorged parts.

"Ah, huff!"

She couldn't hold back and came before the chair even stopped. The intense pleasure, like scratching an unbearable itch, made her sob.

It was good. Terribly, horribly good. The pleasure was so intense that she felt like a beast enjoying this crude and vulgar game.

In her feverish, hazy vision, the most vulgar man she knew was looking at her with equally feverish eyes.

She felt like she had become a beast, driven mad by lust, just like him.

As she sobbed, overwhelmed by the lingering climax and humiliation, the pearls between her legs began to brush against her skin again.

"Stop... Stop..."

To Leon, the woman's pleading sounded like a dog whining. Like any owner, he couldn't take his eyes off the whining dog.

Each time he slowly wound the chain, the smooth pearls disappeared into the pale, milky flesh, revealing the tender pink inside.

It was a spectacular sight.

"Huff, stop, arf!"

The woman, tied to the chair, trembled violently and let out a loud howl as she climaxed again. This time, the taut, swollen mucous membrane convulsed, and a stream of clear liquid spurted from the center.

As the water dripped from the chair, tears also fell from the woman's eyes, wetting her flushed cheeks.

When he pressed the slowly rolling wheel with his shoe, the woman's body swayed. Leon held the woman, who was collapsing weakly, in his arms and looked down at her.

Her heart was pounding fiercely against his chest through the thin shirt. The body in his arms was trembling. Leon slowly stroked her bare skin, savoring the bristling hair.

The woman's eyes and lips were red, and she was breathing heavily as if she were about to die. He gently brushed her hair, which was stuck to her face with saliva and sweat, and asked.

"Was it fun?"

At that moment, the woman's hazy eyes focused. She twisted her bound body, trying to push him away.

"You won't get me to reveal the location of the base by sitting me here. Now, this is just a game for you, not torture."

He wasn't wrong. Wasn't he?

Her teal eyes, which were glaring at him as if she wanted to kill him, began to tremble slightly.

"Game, ah..."

Leon pushed the woman back a bit. When he lifted the pearl chain, she shuddered again.

"Can you still say that after seeing this clearly?"

All the pearls, each of a different shape, were soaked in her arousal, glistening. As Winston kept waving the evidence of her pleasure in front of her, Grace turned her head away.

"Who would have thought there was such a weak interrogator in the world. Consider yourself lucky."

He put down the chain and pulled Grace into his arms again.

"Your commander-in-chief abandoned you, but I, your enemy, picked you up and took good care of you."

Abandoned. Picked up. Taken care of. All hypocritical words.

"Scared that Jimmy might take me away, you hid me deep underground..."

When she mumbled this against his chest, a mocking voice came from above her head.

"Scared? I'm not a fool who's afraid of something that hasn't happened."

Suddenly, the only thing he had become afraid of recently came to mind. It hadn't happened yet, but he was afraid.

But Winston wasn't born with a conscience. Leon didn't feel guilty for lying.

"Little Jimmy has never tried to save you once."

At least that wasn't a lie.

Of course, the woman didn't believe him. She glared at him with unwavering eyes. The one who should be blamed was the brat who ordered her to die instead of trying to save his subordinate and fiancée.

'Did you plan to go to the brat who ordered you to die?'

Since he had locked up the woman who tried to escape from him, he had resisted the urge to say this dozens of times a day. If he didn't, then...