Try Begging Novel - Chapter 10

The black marble shattered into pieces, sending fragments flying. Sally regretted it the moment she instinctively closed and opened her eyes.

She shouldn’t have opened her eyes.

The bronze-colored object was still in Winston’s hand.

At first, she thought he was holding a cigar. He had held it so casually, as if it were an ordinary object like a cigar, and its color and shape were similar.

But a cigar couldn’t possibly be as thick as Sally’s wrist.

It was chilling that he had been secretly masturbating with a maid in the same room. But what was even more chilling was the fact that he was still holding his penis so brazenly even after being caught.

This horny lunatic, seriously…

Until now, when she called Winston a lunatic, it was half truth and half insult. But at this moment, it had become an impeccably perfect truth.

A lunatic who should be immediately committed to a mental asylum.

Sally suppressed the tears welling up.

For the sake of the grand cause of overthrowing the corrupt monarchy and ensuring everyone enjoyed a more equal and fair world, she had undertaken all sorts of dirty and arduous missions. But was witnessing the enemy’s dirty, thick penis also a sacrifice for that cause?

She even felt a sense of doubt she had never experienced before.

Someday, when the monarchy is overthrown, I’ll chop that off with a guillotine.

“What’s wrong? Is this your first time seeing it?”

His voice was fresh. Only then did Sally realize she hadn’t taken her eyes off that wretched ‘cigar’ and was startled. She lifted her gaze to Winston’s face, and he smiled, his eyes curving gently downwards.

The incongruity between his neat smile and his untidy object was striking.

That vulgar bastard showed no surprise. Instead, she felt like she was the strange one for being surprised.

Through his narrowed eyes, his light blue pupils stared directly at Sally. At that moment, she realized. He was observing Sally’s reaction.

He hadn’t been caught masturbating. He was deliberately showing it to her to see how Sally would react.

She couldn’t understand why he was doing this. It wasn’t the first time royalists had tried to ferret out spies. But among all the tricks Sally had seen and heard, no one had ever pulled out their penis.

“I apologize, Captain!”

Her top priority was to escape the office. She turned her back, ignoring the carpet ruined by the ashtray she had dropped, when suddenly—

“You said you’d do anything for money, didn’t you?”

Behind her, the chair creaked. Winston had risen. The sound of his footsteps on the soft carpet grew closer. Each dull thud of his hard shoe heels made Sally’s heart pound.

“I can do anything you wish, Captain.”

She had said that earlier to incapacitate Winston, who had been lusting after her. Now, that snare was tightening around Sally herself.

“I’m not quite sure what that ‘anything’ entails.”

Winston whispered, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret between just the two of them, but Sally heard him clearly. His lips were so close they gently brushed her earlobe.

It wasn’t just his lips that were close. His chest pressed against her shoulder. Something else pressed against her lower back, but Sally didn’t want to know what it was.

“Want to show me?”

“…What do you mean?”

She swallowed dryly and asked again.

“What you can do.”

Before she could answer, long fingers wrapped around Sally’s forearm. Her body spun around unexpectedly, forcing her to face Winston. They were so close her nose almost touched his chest. Sally covered her nose and lowered her head, then squeezed her eyes shut.

Lunatic. Lunatic. Lunatic.

Is he still holding that out?

“You don’t know either?”

Sally shook her head quickly, her brow furrowed, eyes still tightly shut. At her satisfactory answer, Leon’s lips, which had only been upturned on one side, formed a perfect symmetry.

He lightly gripped the maid’s chin, pressing her cheeks with his thumb and middle finger. Her soft flesh sank in, and her pink lips slowly parted.

Sally finally opened her eyes wide and met his gaze. Eyes are the windows to the soul. Leon relentlessly probed for truth and lies in her mysterious teal eyes.

“You said you could do anything I wished…”

As Sally tried to close her mouth, he pressed harder with the fingers on her cheek. A faint moan escaped her moist lips, making it even harder to tear his gaze from that red opening.

Perhaps it would be good to be bitten by those sharp teeth and bleed.

Leon put his index finger into Sally’s mouth and gently pressed her soft tongue. The woman twitched, struggling to pull away from him, as if about to vomit.

A bold woman.

By now, she should be crying in fear. But her dry eyes still screamed that she wanted to tear off his finger and chew it to bits.

“I mean, have you ever put something like this in that mouth that speaks such dirty words?”

He lifted the object he held in his other hand. As he took a step closer, the woman recoiled, taking a step back. Was she afraid of dying from some disease if he touched her?

“Answer?”

The woman gripped his wrist and whined like a puppy, then shook her head briefly. Every time his penis came into view, she would gasp and recoil, forcing her mouth open, which was strangely unpleasant yet amusing.

Looks like she’s never done it.

If she had ever sold her body for money, she wouldn’t have gasped and closed her eyes when he asked her to show him what she could do.

He had used a somewhat mischievous method, but he had achieved his goal. Leon smiled contentedly and released his grip.

Sally swayed for a moment as he unexpectedly let go.

What is he up to?

Winston, for some capricious reason, was suddenly adjusting his clothes.

Her mind was so chaotic that she briefly forgot she should escape while he was distracted. Sally wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth with her sleeve and glared at Winston.

She had occasionally seen explicit photos hidden under the bed mattresses of her male comrades. She had been so disgusted by the sight of naked women with men’s penises in their mouths. She couldn’t count how many she had burned with a lighter.

She had never seen such things under Winston’s bed in the annex. But he was a man, so he couldn’t be unaware of such disgusting acts.

So she expected him to grab her shoulder and push her down. If he did, she planned to kick him between the legs immediately.

A soldier who exposed his vital spot to the enemy. How pathetic.

But as soon as she said she had never done such a disgusting thing, he let her go. As if he had performed such an absurd act merely to hear that answer. She had ultimately fallen for his probing.

What did it matter to him whether this maid had experienced men or sold her body?

She turned around while he buckled his belt. This time, she didn’t even say goodbye, trying to run out, feigning a frightened maid, but she was caught again.

“Stop right there.”

Sally secretly clenched her fist. She wanted to punch that sharp nose repeatedly and flatten it into a broad, pug nose. But she couldn’t, so she relaxed her grip.

This time, instead of turning her around, Winston walked in front of Sally. In his hand was the handkerchief he had used to wipe her tears in the interrogation room at lunchtime.

Was he finally asking her to wash it?

She respectfully extended both hands, eager to take it and leave, but the handkerchief landed not on Sally’s hands, but next to her lips.

“Sally, you’re bleeding.”

Her cheek had stung when the ashtray broke. All her senses had been numbed by what was happening before her eyes, and she had completely forgotten she was hurt.

He gently wiped the wound with an uncharacteristic tenderness. The kinder Winston was, the more uneasy she felt. His true nature was far from gentle.

Hey, please return to your usual arrogant self. Can’t you just treat a lowly maid as a disposable part of the mansion’s machinery, as you always do?

Winston seemed unaware that Sally was glaring at him. His gaze was fixed on the red stain on the silk handkerchief.

“I’ll wash it…”

As she reached for the handkerchief, he lifted his gaze. The moment their eyes met, Sally’s intuition screamed.

This is dangerous.

Winston grabbed her chin as she stepped back. His lips immediately drew closer. She tried to turn her head just before their lips met but was startled. Winston had already turned Sally’s head sideways.

His lips touched her cheek, a finger’s width away from the corner of her mouth, right where the wound was. Immediately, a soft, warm, moist piece of flesh licked her skin, causing a stinging pain.

His hot breath poured onto her cheek. Sally froze as if caught in a fierce winter storm.

Even after Winston pulled his lips away, Sally remained dazed and frozen. The nickname ‘Vampire’ was not merely a metaphor. Winston’s breathing grew ragged, having tasted her blood. It was distinctly different from the even breathing she had heard when he was stroking his penis in front of her earlier.

His sharp gaze was also unfocused. He squeezed his eyes shut as if suppressing something and bit his lower lip. His Adam’s apple bobbed once, then he sighed and opened his eyes wide.

His gaze had not returned to normal. Dangerous.