Chapter 76

'This stubborn woman might die just because of my fiancé’s order.'

It was a statement that couldn’t be made until the brainwashing that sealed her thoughts like a hard shell was broken.

"A week ago, the Ramberston Detention Center was attacked."

He hoped this news would at least crack the shell.

"The attackers dug tunnels and set off improvised explosives to bring down the walls. Three of the insurgents were killed during the assault."

The woman's eyes darkened, seemingly saddened by the news of her comrades' deaths.

"Do you know who they spent so much money to rescue?"

"..."

"A single old man, who doesn’t have much time left to live."

Ramberston Detention Center. Grace, who had been lost in thought for a moment, remembered the person who had been imprisoned there.

He was a member of the Blanchard Revolutionary Army who had dedicated nearly fifty years to the cause. With his unparalleled skills in forging documents and disguises, he was an indispensable presence to his comrades. Grace had also learned several techniques from him.

'Good.'

They rarely used such aggressive tactics in a detention center with such tight security. The risk of failure and the potential damage were too high.

'But now, Uncle can spend his remaining years in peace.'

Just as she was about to feel relieved,

"I might as well tell you. One of the three who were killed was him."

The woman's face turned pale instantly. She looked at him with confused eyes, as if she couldn’t believe his words.

"Putting aside how incompetent and foolish Jimmy Blanchard Jr. is…."

Her eyes sharpened as he criticized her fiancé.

"Why don’t you want to rescue the old man, who they are willing to risk so much for?"

As Winston began to observe her intently, looking for any signs of wavering, Grace clenched her teeth.

He’s trying to shake my faith again.

This is a trick. It’s a lie. It’s easy to make up stories for someone who can’t read newspapers or listen to the radio.

Winston, who had been staring at Grace, muttered like a sigh.

"Yeah, I know you won’t believe me."

He took out a wallet from his back pocket and unfolded a neatly cut newspaper clipping in front of Grace.

[Ramberston Detention Center, Attacked by Blanchard Insurgents...]

As she read the lengthy article, her eyes, which had been scanning the text, gradually slowed down.

That uncle’s skills are amazing. They must have needed him for something important. They had to rescue their captured comrades.

But what about me?

No, what am I thinking?

Don’t fall for his tricks. Grace tore her eyes away from the article and looked directly at Winston, smiling.

"Wow, the detention center that boasted of its impenetrable security has been breached. Soon, the palace will be next."

"Even a great revolutionary army that can breach a detention center can’t break into a private residence. Doesn’t common sense tell you that it’s not going to happen?"

Grace’s smile faded.

"Don’t play games with me. Do you think I’ll betray my cause just because of this?"

"Now that you know important information, you’re being so rude to the interrogator…."

"Ah!"

"I’m backing off because I’m playing with you."

He pushed the chair away with his foot. As the pearls struck her clitoris again, the woman screamed.

"Ah, please! S-stop!"

He started the low-down trick again, but Leon’s eyes were not as relaxed as before. He was sharply focused, not on the naked body in front of him, but on the hidden poison capsule in the office.

'The reason they need to kill this woman... the reason she might betray... what is it? I need to find out.'

The shell surrounding the woman’s thoughts was much harder than expected. A more powerful and decisive shock was needed.

"Ah, I’m going to kill you…."

"Go ahead."

Instead of killing him, he laid the woman, who could barely hold herself up, on the bed. As she lay with her limbs sprawled out and her eyes closed, Leon headed to the bathroom.

When he returned, he held a towel, a clean pearl chain, and a pessary. Leon removed her stockings and dried her wet lower body with the towel.

"Sally."

The woman, who had been lying like a corpse, suddenly came to life, spreading her legs and lifting her knees at his touch.

"No…."

Grace moaned and pulled her legs together. When he called her 'Sally,' Grace had to recite her lines. And what would happen next was predictable.

"I’m so tired."

"You’re just lying in bed, what’s so tiring about that?"

"Please… just for tonight."

The woman, who had threatened to kill him, pouted and whined. Her inner thighs ached, not from his grip but from her own resistance.

"Sally."

When he urged her again, the woman sighed deeply and mumbled.

"I want to be penetrated by you for a long time."

Behind her grumpy voice, it sounded like she was shouting, "Just do it and get out!"

"Spread your legs."

As soon as the order was given, the woman, who had closed her legs without permission, obediently spread them. Leon ran his palm up the inside of her pale, reddening thighs.

"Ah…."

The woman clutched the corner of the pillow with both hands and trembled her thighs, as if ticklish. Her face contorted, just like when she was climaxing.

This woman seems to want to become a trivial existence and escape from him, but her resistance methods are all wrong.

Her resistance has become increasingly erotic.

When he spread the thick, swollen flesh at the edge of her vulva, the delicate skin parted like a curtain, revealing the moist mucous membrane.

It seemed as if all the blood in her body had rushed to this spot. Her vulva, which had been a peach blossom color, now glowed with a deep rose hue.

Is her heart the same color?

The swollen clitoris, pulsing rapidly, resembled a beating heart. The aftershocks of her climax were lasting quite long, with her entire vulva contracting and expanding repeatedly.

Each time, clear fluid dripped from her vaginal opening, spreading through the crevices. Despite having been cleaned just moments ago, her vulva was now slick and wet.

He wanted to bury himself deep inside her, like a ripe fruit ready to burst. Would the pleasure she was feeling now be transmitted to him as well?

Leon removed his hand from her vulva and asked,

"Don’t you think it’s selfish to enjoy yourself and finish alone?"

The woman stared blankly at the black wall. Her chest still heaved heavily, the prominent flesh rising and falling with each breath.

Leon rummaged through the drawer of the bedside table and pulled out a palm-sized tube. As he began to apply the spermicide to the concave side of the pessary, the woman turned her head to look at him, her eyes full of resentment.

When he first brought the contraceptive device, the woman resisted fiercely. After nearly an hour of verbal and physical struggle, he had to tie her limbs, just like during the interrogation, to insert the pessary.

Now, she seemed to have resigned herself and no longer resisted, but she always glared at him with those eyes.

"I don’t understand why you’re rejecting something that will prevent you from having a child, as you wish."

"The surest way to avoid having a child is not to do it at all."

"Sorry, that’s not an option."

As he brought the spermicide-coated plug close to her vaginal opening, the woman pulled her legs together.

"Then just…."

The woman hesitated. Leon, finding her bashfulness amusing, pretended not to know what she was going to say and urged her to continue.

"Just?"

"Do it and…."

The woman averted her eyes, looking embarrassed, and whispered,

"Pull out."

Leon extended his index finger and placed it in the woman’s mouth. Her moist tongue pressed against the tip, flattening it.

"I didn’t know you enjoyed sucking my cum so much."

The woman’s eyes grew even more fierce. When he removed his finger, she bit her lip and muttered,

"I hate it when you do it inside."

"Wow, I find it thrilling."

"It’s dirty."

As the woman spat out the words, Leon chuckled. He grabbed both of her cheeks with one hand and shook them gently.

"You’re being picky for a prostitute. Is your body a sanctuary? You’re only brave because I find you cute. Get back in line."

Tears began to well up in her teal eyes. When he released her face, she turned her head and muttered a vow.

"I’m going to kill you."

"Sure, do that when you have the time. For now, spread your legs."

"..."

"Hurry up."

The woman, who seemed to think she had really become a dog, blinked her large, tear-filled eyes for a long time before spreading her legs.

Leon pulled one side of her vulva with his hand. The thick, swollen labia flattened under his thumb, feeling good.

When he pinched and pulled the soft flesh with his index and thumb, the thick skin thinned out. Leon squeezed and rubbed her labia between his fingers, savoring her reactions.

"Ah… just do it quickly…."

"If you say that, I don’t want to finish quickly."

In fact, he had no intention of finishing quickly, even if she hadn’t said that.