Chapter 96

As Leon’s erect member was tightly enveloped by the sticky inner walls, he gritted his teeth. Pushing his body in bit by bit, he finally felt the soft buttocks of the woman press against his firm lower abdomen.

Was it the alcohol? The flesh that clung to his member without a gap felt hotter than usual, making his body feel as if it were melting.

Feeling a solid object at the end, he slightly pulled out the shaft. The sticky candy, melted by the woman’s warmth and moisture, clung to the tip of his member.

“Hiss!”

The member pushed back in. The moment the candy pressed firmly against the sensitive spot at the end, a sharp pleasure shot through her, making her eyes widen. As her legs trembled, Grace clung to the wall, scratching it with her nails.

“A, ah, please!”

The man, swirling the candy with the tip of his member, asked,

“Hmm… this?”

“That, that. Please, pull it out, ah!”

As he bent down, the solid sphere pressed into the sensitive spot.

“Enjoy it.”

He lightly bit her earlobe, which was trembling and moaning, and whispered,

“Until it’s all melted.”

The man, pulling the tie that had slipped from her head like a horse’s reins, flexibly moved his hips.

“A, ah, ah!”

Despite the soft thrusts, Grace felt as if she didn’t know what to do, unlike when he thrust roughly.

The candy was no bigger than a thumb. Though not large, the combination with the impossibly long member created an immense pressure.

The shock of being penetrated was both terrifying and...

“A, I don’t like it.”

It was exhilarating.

Her hand slipped on the wet wall. Standing on her tiptoes on the shower floor, which was continuously drenched with water, Grace looked precarious.

She found this position particularly difficult. Leon bent down to her, who was swaying.

Gripping her chest, which was pressed against the wet shirt, the woman leaned on his arm. Her hand, which had been sliding down, finally went limp.

The moment he inserted his other hand into her, she lifted her head.

“Mm, don’t, don’t…”

Her grip on his wrist and the scratches on his arm were weak. He squeezed her chest harder. Her nipple, protruding between his index and middle fingers, was prominent. He spread her inner walls, revealing a prominent clitoris, similar to a nipple.

The moment he placed the two protrusions between his fingers...

“A!”

The woman’s inner walls tightly gripped him, as if trying to bite and break him.

He gently rotated his hand, holding the sensitive area. The inner walls, following the external stimulation, clenched and released rhythmically, sucking him in.

“A, ah...”

Her resistance soon ceased. With this level of caressing, the woman would accept any thrust, in any direction or depth. She even began to move her hips in rhythm with him, having finally forgotten who she was.

The candy, rolling around at the end of her, got caught on the ridges of the tip. As he pulled out his member, the candy, which had been stuck, emerged, revealing a bright red core.

Adjusting the angle downward, he thrust his member in. As the solid sphere rolled inside, the woman’s cries changed.

“A, ah! There, please, not there...”

Grace, who had momentarily lost herself, began to beg again. The candy, caught between the solid shaft and the vaginal wall, pressed against the urethral sponge. He already knew what would happen if he continued to stimulate that spot.

Twisting his hips, the man didn’t budge. Each time he pulled out, the candy pressed more insistently against her inner walls, making her increasingly dazed.

It was no different from when the man pressed with his thumb. Each time, she could feel the moisture seeping from between her legs. Her breaths became labored, and her vagina trembled, eventually climaxing.

“Huh!”

Water gushed out from between the man’s fingers and his member.

There was no need to be embarrassed. The clear liquid would mix with the water falling from above and flow away.

No, there was no time to be embarrassed. The wave of climax that suddenly washed over her left her unable to regain her senses.

“Ahh...”

“Haa...”

Both were drenched in intense pleasure, moaning.

Unfortunately, the man’s climax was shorter than the woman’s. Leon, who regained his senses first, lifted the woman’s upper body. As he did, his member, which had been buried to the hilt, slipped out. The recoil caused the tip to rise, splashing the woman’s pale buttocks with a mixture of vaginal fluid and semen.

He turned the woman around. Her eyes were filled with exhaustion. After just one time.

Her thin legs wobbled, and she leaned against the wall. But soon, her legs gave out, and she slid down the wet wall.

A round object popped out from between her spread legs and fell to the floor. The bright red candy, covered in milky fluid, rolled away and disappeared down the drain.

Leon kicked the candy away and approached the woman. Just before she hit the floor, he lifted her and thrust his member into her.

“A!”

Before she could regain her senses, she began to cry out like a cat in heat. Her inner thighs and vagina were sticky with semen that hadn’t been washed away, making for a rather unsightly sight.

Lifting her limp thighs with his forearms, he thrust into her, pinning her to the wall. Her pale thighs, visible through her shirt, jiggled, and her dangling feet dangled in the air.

“Enjoying it, darling?”

“Ahh...”

“I am too. Watching you enjoy being penetrated by a man you hate.”

A familiar provocation. Grace twisted her lips in a smile.

You can destroy my body, but not my mind.

In this man’s hands, Grace’s life was full of contradictions. The moment that brought her the greatest pain was, paradoxically, the only escape from that pain.

To protect her fractured mind, she decided to set aside her guilt for a moment.

‘Later, when I escape, I’ll suffer then.’

She left the impending storm for her future self to deal with.

As his thrusts became rougher, water droplets splashed from their bodies. Her focus, following the droplets, gradually blurred.

A false paradise, offered by the devil, began to appear. It was the most sorrowful and joyful moment.

“A!”

A single cry of ecstasy enveloped Grace’s body and mind. As she smiled in a state of bliss, the man in front of her smirked and kissed her.

She wanted to hit him. But at that moment, all she could think of was hitting him with her lips.

After a long while, their lips parted. The lower part, still connected, showed no sign of separating.

The shrill cries continued to echo in the narrow booth. Grace, whose voice was hoarse from the repeated thrusts, whispered with difficulty,

“Someday, when the revolution succeeds, I’ll put you on the guillotine. I’ll cut this off before I cut your head.”

Gathering her remaining strength, she squeezed his member as if to sever it. The man, laughing as if her vicious threat were a cute expression of affection, asked,

“Why? Will you miss my thing? Maybe you’ll stuff it in your lonely hole every night?”

In response to another provocation, Grace replied with a sneer.

“Yes, I’ll miss this, but not you.”

“...”

For a moment, the man’s face hardened. He quickly tried to act nonchalant but missed a beat in his thrusts. His twisted smile was empty.

Madman. Don’t like me.

The guilt she had set aside weighed heavily on Grace’s shoulders. The escape to paradise was closed again. It was time to struggle in hell once more.

* * *

“You must sign this today.”

As soon as he sat at his desk in the Domestic Intelligence Division, Lieutenant Collins approached with a demand that left him speechless.

“There’s a problem with the way you’re asking for a signature from a superior.”

“But it’s what the colonel ordered...”

The lieutenant, standing straight without bowing, used the colonel as an excuse.

Recently, while Leon had been avoiding the Sinclair quagmire and neglecting his department, Collins had taken over and handled the tasks he should have done, such as torturing Sinclair and writing false confessions—essentially suicidal actions.

The ignorant fool, basking in the colonel’s praise, had been acting as if he were the head of the division.

It was time to restore discipline.

Leon crushed the half-smoked cigar in the ashtray. The strong pressure crumpled the cigar, spilling its contents and releasing a foul smell. He spat on it and pointed.

“Clear it. The trash can too.”

Assigning the menial task of cleaning to a private or a janitor, the lieutenant’s arrogant face crumpled.

“If you can’t understand this, the next time won’t be so light.”

In the military, rank is the law. To ignore this law, one must have wealth and power surpassing the Winston family.

The lieutenant, who had neither, finally bowed and took the ashtray and trash can out.

Leon roughly picked up a sheet of paper from the top drawer of the filing cabinet and placed it in front of him. It was the confession of Jeffrey Sinclair, which he had been delaying signing.