Try Begging Novel - Chapter 19

The only things Winston politely offered Sally were two pairs of stockings.

Yes, I knew that madman was up to something.

“Hurry up and put them on.”

Winston smiled sweetly, as if expecting praise, and playfully dangled the thin stockings in front of Sally’s eyes.

“Or shall I put them on for you, my noble Miss Bristol?”

“Captain, please. I’m truly sorry.”

When she pleaded, he chuckled and hung the stockings over his jacket. Sally pulled her knees up to her chest, curling herself further into a ball.

Even in the hot water, her hands and feet were icy cold. It was due to her helplessness.

This was the worst situation. She was naked, so she couldn’t run away. Moreover, fighting naked was fatal. She would have to fight with all her vital points exposed.

She felt like a fish in Winston’s aquarium. And she had jumped into the aquarium herself, so how foolish was that? He would simply pull Sally out and devour her greedily on a cutting board.

“Captain, please, just this once. I won’t use the bathroom again.”

“Use it.”

Winston replied with only a smile on his lips. His eyes were those of a lion with tempting prey right in front of him.

“But next time, will you tell me in advance? So I can join you.”

He unbuttoned his shirt until a prominent curve of his chest was faintly visible, then removed his cuff links. He slowly rolled up his sleeves to below his elbows, revealing smooth forearms. The sharply defined muscles created deep vertical shadows.

His muscles wouldn’t be firm only there. Looking at his exposed body, the fear of having to fight a strong man bare-handed felt even more acutely.

Sally replayed all the self-defense techniques she had learned and used in her mind.

Just avoid the worst-case scenario. But what’s worse: being forced to sleep with him, or being exposed as a spy by using self-defense too effectively?

“I could even wash you myself, specially. For Miss Bristol, who works so hard for me, that’s nothing.”

‘For me?’ More like ‘because of me’.

Sally bit her lip, her face contorted in a grimace.

Things were spiraling towards the worst. Normally, if Winston was annoyed, he would act casually and sneer. But his lighthearted actions and words now were by no means sneering.

He was genuinely enjoying himself, like a child who had received Christmas presents eight months early. It meant that desperate apologies wouldn’t work.

Moreover, unlike Winston’s upper body, which was leisurely rolling up the other sleeve, his lower body seemed to have no patience. The front of his trousers was already bulging as if about to burst.

That dog, always in heat…

“Gasp!”

After rolling up his sleeve, Winston’s hand went to his black leather belt.

“Please don’t take them off!”

“You want me to get in with my clothes on?”

He tilted his head, as if Sally were saying something ridiculous.

“You’re naked, so it would be a great discourtesy if I remained clothed.”

His hand, which had unbuckled his belt, swiftly unbuttoned his trousers. That bastard, he really intended to get into the bathtub.

“Aaaah!”

As he grabbed his trousers and underwear, pulling them down simultaneously, Sally squeezed her eyes shut and screamed.

She heard a chuckle, and then footsteps approached. A presence was felt right next to the bathtub, and Sally curled herself even tighter.

A heavy thud sounded as something fell onto the rug beside the tub. At the same time, the belt buckle jingled loudly.

He must have really taken off his clothes. What if he gets into the tub? She knew this wasn’t the time to just cover her eyes, but she absolutely did not want to see that bastard’s naked body.

She buried her face between her knees, curled up tightly, when a finger touched her earlobe. Startled, she shook her head wildly, and another chuckle brushed past her ear.

“I didn’t take them off. Open your eyes.”

She cautiously opened her eyes and peeked, and Winston was indeed clothed. Relief was immediately followed by anger. To tease her as if he was about to pounce, it was truly a malicious prank.

But anger soon gave way to bewilderment. Winston was sitting on the rug on the floor, one elbow resting on the edge of the tub. Sally’s face went pale as she belatedly remembered what was on that rug.

‘My underwear!’

Sally remained curled up, only peeking her head out to look down at the rug.

‘You damn pervert.’

Winston had his other hand on the bloomers Sally had taken off and left on the rug. He showed no intention of zipping up his trousers.

“Ow!”

A finger resting on the edge of the tub unexpectedly poked Sally’s cheek.

“Did you put on the medicine I gave you?”

Sally recoiled towards the wall and asked in a wary voice.

“Captain, are you perhaps drunk?”

The scent of strong liquor emanated from him as he chuckled again.

“Don’t worry. I’m sane enough not to do anything I’ll regret when I wake up tomorrow morning.”

Winston rested his elbow on the edge of the tub, propping his chin with his prominent knuckles. This brought his face even closer.

It felt as if he could reach out and snatch her body at any moment. Even blinking felt unsettling.

“I just want to have a conversation. We haven’t seen each other in days, have we?”

Did he think they were lovers who couldn’t live a day without seeing each other? She felt like she could finally breathe without him around.

And to suggest a conversation while a naked woman was trapped in a bathtub. It was a transparent lie.

“If you need a report, nothing happened during the days you were away.”

She had tried to suppress her true feelings, but her voice was still icy cold. She shouldn’t reveal her hostility towards him. She had to pretend to be a docile and kind maid, yet this man persistently tested her patience.

Sally cleared her throat and added sweetly,

“So don’t worry, Captain.”

“Really? Then why did you go to Winsford a few days ago?”

“…What?”

How did he know about her whereabouts a few days ago? Did he just happen to see her passing by? Or did he perhaps have her tailed because of the gun? But no one had followed her into the back alley leading to the safe house.

“Did you see me?”

“Yes.”

“Then why are you asking?”

“It was quite bothersome. I couldn’t concentrate on my work.”

“How does that interfere with your work, Captain? Going to a big city when you feel stifled is a good way to clear your head.”

“With your fiancé.”

“What?”

“Is that ‘clearing your head’ involving rolling around naked with your fiancé like this?”

“My fiancé isn’t in Winsford.”

“Then have you ever rolled around outside of Winsford?”

“……”

The maid glared directly at the man who had insulted her. Like a lady, despite being a country bumpkin. This woman was even more alluring when she didn’t know her place.

Like now, boldly occupying her master’s bathtub.

“Then where is your fiancé?”

Sally calmly watched Winston. Winsford, her fiancé… Why was he fixating on things that had nothing to do with her?

Jimmy thought Winston saw her as a woman, but Sally thought differently. To him, she was merely a handkerchief he had used to relieve himself.

Was this an interrogative trap?

“You’re going to report me to the police because of the gun, aren’t you?”

“If I say yes, will you do anything to save your fiancé?”

“No.”

The maid’s resolute refusal came so quickly that Leon couldn’t help but laugh. She seemed to think he was threatening her into spreading her legs, even though he had no such intention.

“He’s your fiancé, isn’t he? He’s about to be punished because of you, and you’re just going to stand by?”

“I have to take care of myself.”

Of course, these cold words were not Sally’s true feelings. Jimmy was her lifelong comrade, wasn’t he? She would never give up on saving him, no matter what danger he was in.

So this was merely a tactic to avoid an uncomfortable topic.

“Ah, right.”

Did it work? Winston chuckled to himself, then reached for his jacket. His hand, rummaging inside his clothes, emerged with a small box. He took out a red candy from the box and offered it to Sally’s lips.

“I bought it thinking of you.”

Dumbfounded, Sally involuntarily parted her lips slightly, and Winston crammed the candy in. Sally instinctively rolled the lump on her tongue and frowned.

‘I think he really is drunk…’

He bought candy thinking of her; that was something lovers said.

Leon watched the woman, who was sucking on the candy with one cheek puffed out, oblivious to the chilling true meaning hidden behind his words. Would her cheek bulge like that if he shoved his penis into that small mouth and thrust?

Smack.