Chapter 79

The mixture of the woman's arousal and my semen, coagulated into a mass, reminded me of pearls. I picked up the pearl chain that had been draped over the bed rail. The woman, who had been well-behaved until her wrists were tied, tried to run away, kicking her legs as I wrapped the remaining chain around her.

"Behave."

Struggling against the long stake that pierced her body was futile; it only drained her energy. I wrapped a long chain in an X-shape over the flesh covering her clitoris and loosely around the base of her sex.

"Ah... Ah..."

As the thrusting resumed, her moans became more lewd.

Clack, clack. The sound of pearls colliding echoed in Grace's head. The pearls covering her sex created an odd friction, making her mind grow hazy. Each time Winston shook her, the loosely tied chain pulled at her hands, and the clump of pearls in an X-shape mercilessly scraped her clitoris. The pearls hanging below pressed and rubbed against her delicate labia.

Fortunately, the chain restricted her sex from moving fully, but every time the thick flesh pushed in and stopped, a hard bead pressed against her vaginal opening. The stimulation was unbearable as the thick object stretched her inner walls.

"Huff... Pull it out!"

"Haah..."

"Ah, it's inside, huff!"

"Yep, I know."

Some pearls were even sucked inside when he thrust. Each time Winston moved his lower body, the pearls rolled between the flesh and the vaginal walls.

Grace gasped. The rough mass scraping her inner walls sent intense sensations through her, making her see stars.

It felt like being penetrated by a thick, bumpy club. The hard mass thrashed inside her, pressing against her urethra, causing a sharp urge to release.

How many times today because of these damn pearls?

Despite the shame, Grace came, panting heavily.

"Ah, stop! Black, I, I don't like it..."

"Like it? You're loving it to death."

Of course. Why am I still begging this man?

The cruel man only encouraged her more. He pounded the inner walls below her urethra with the tip of his sex and rolled her clitoris with his thumb.

There was no way she could match Leon Winston physically. The moment the heavy flesh pressed against the spot just below her urethra, the tension in her lower abdomen released.

"Ah!"

A narrow opening shot out a clear liquid high into the air.

"How many times tonight? A new record?"

The man chuckled and stopped thrusting. His waist was drenched in the liquid Grace had released. He leisurely wiped the transparent droplets that trickled down the crevices of his clearly defined muscles with a towel.

Finally, the chain was removed from her wrists, leaving red marks where it had pressed into her skin.

"Haah, are you done?"

Grace panted, asking. Winston, also breathing heavily, lay on top of her and kissed her instead of answering.

While he kept his eyes tightly closed, Grace looked up at the ceiling with a troubled expression. Winston's affectionate behavior after sex always made her uncomfortable.

After a light kiss, he pouted slightly and muttered, "You squeezed so hard, you came already."

"Already?" They had been at it for quite a while.

"Ah, what are you doing?"

Just as she was about to relax after he pulled out, Winston did something unexpected. He removed the pearl chain from his flesh and started pushing pearls into the place he had just vacated.

"Stop it!"

He wouldn't listen. The grip on her waist tightened. When she tried to kick him, he grabbed her ankle, and she changed tactics.

"Ah, whatever. Do what you want. I don't care if your toy breaks and cries."

"Unfortunately, that doesn't work."

Winston's eyes curved into a mischievous smile.

"How can someone...?"

As she muttered to herself, the hand inserting pearls into her stopped.

"Want to know? You already do, right?"

The curve of his eyes was the same as before, but the smile had a different meaning. Grace, sensing the air between them turning tense, closed her mouth and spread her legs.

Leon stopped inserting pearls when the vaginal opening stretched as much as it had around his sex. He then began to admire the vulgar sculpture as if it were a noble piece of art in a gallery.

A living sculpture.

The wet, pink flesh greedily held onto the clump of pearls, pulsing.

The chains hanging down reminded him of a milky waterfall spilling from a cave in the middle of a red cliff. Beyond the hill at the top of the cliff, a gentle plain had sunk, and the frozen waterfall slowly began to flow. Leon watched the vagina expel the sticky, pearl-like masses one by one, holding the end of the chain.

"Huff..."

As the pearls were slowly pulled out, Grace twisted her waist. The thick, hard spheres scraping her inner walls, sometimes gently, sometimes roughly, made her dizzy. A tingling pleasure rose from her stomach, and her back began to tremble.

"Are you going again? Ease up a bit."

Despite trying to resist Winston's blatant taunt, the damn pearls kept coming out. The end of the chain was already at Winston's eye level. The pearls, spaced irregularly, were covered in clumps of fluid that matched their color.

"Congratulations, madam. I never thought I'd see the day. You've laid eggs. What kind of beast did you mate with?"

Grace's face, which had turned pale at the sight of what came from her body, flushed red.

There's a limit to how low you can go.

Fuming, Grace curved her eyes and replied, "A rooster named Leon Winston is the father."

Winston, far from being offended by the insult, couldn't stop laughing and wrapped the chain, now a mix of semen and arousal, around Grace's cleavage.

"Mommy will keep them warm. They are our love children."

"Crazy bastard."

Winston was unusually playful tonight, even looking genuinely happy.

'What happened before he came here?'

Grace suddenly remembered the brandy smell on him when they first kissed tonight.

"How much did you drink, huff!"

She couldn't finish her question. A finger was inserted into the spot where the pearls were still embedded. Each time Winston moved his hand, the hard beads inside clattered.

Another finger entered, and he began to rub a pearl against some spot inside. It was a sensitive point he teased, calling it the switch that turned a wild dog into a tame sheep.

Grace straightened her legs. It was something she did involuntarily when reaching climax. How many times tonight? She might suffer from muscle pain and be bedridden all day tomorrow.

"Haah, stop..."

"You, who loves the crazy bastard's crazy acts, what are you?"

"I really, huff, am going to break."

"Don't worry. I won't throw you away, even if you shatter."

"Throw me away, please, throw me away, huff!"

The persistent probing inside made her breath catch in her throat and her toes curl. Kicking the innocent sheets, she fought the rising pleasure, but the chain wrapped around her chest slipped down between her legs with a clear, ringing sound.

A thick palm pressed against her sex. As it drew large circles, the pearls between it and her clitoris rubbed her from all sides.

Finally, Grace surrendered her body to the relentless pleasure, just like Winston.

"Ah!"

Leon looked down at the woman in ecstasy with a hazy gaze.

Tonight, as always, was a masterpiece.

When he removed his hand from her sex, the layers of flesh pulsed, holding the milky beads.

Perhaps the pearl inside a clam in the deep sea felt like this, returning to its mother's womb. The thought made Leon chuckle.

Maybe I am crazy.

He kissed the still panting woman, sucking in her moans and breath, still trying to quench his thirst.

"Haah..."

After a long while, his tongue, which had been wildly thrashing, was finally pulled out, and Grace gasped for air.

"Daisy, Sally, Riddle, Bella, anything."

The man gently kissed Grace's swollen lips and whispered, "Honey."

"Only you didn't think the jewels were a waste."

To anyone else, it might sound romantic.