Try Begging Novel - Chapter 20

As she rolled and sucked the candy with her tongue inside her mouth, a strange sound escaped her lips. At that moment, a sigh-like groan escaped Leon’s lips.

Leon moved the hand gripping the woman’s underwear to his crotch. It was already excessively swollen, aching below.

His body hadn’t reacted to the naked cigarette girl earlier, but this maid, with the simple act of eating candy, made his body excited like a male in heat.

Leon carelessly tossed the candy box onto the rug and plunged his arm into the bathtub.

The woman’s eyes widened, her cheeks puffed out like a squirrel with acorns. She flinched as if electrocuted, even though he hadn’t touched her, and retreated further into the corner.

“You like it hot, don’t you?”

Is this woman’s core also this hot? Even if her skin were to redden and peel off, he would gladly immerse himself.

“Do you remember what I showed you a few days ago?”

He slowly stirred the water beside the maid’s chest and asked. As the foam dissipated, the woman, who had been gathering foam from the other side to cover her exposed skin, flinched.

The woman’s eyes held the same horrified expression as that day. Leon, who had successfully inserted his private parts into the woman’s mind, smiled brightly and slowly moved the hand gripping her underwear.

“Aren’t you interested in that hot thing too?”

The woman, curled up tightly, glared at him and shook her head. Leon crooked his lips and plucked a strand of dark brown hair, clinging like seaweed to the maid’s shoulder.

Her wet hair stuck to his hand. Would her bare skin cling like this too?

He rubbed the part of the underwear where the woman’s genitals would have touched against himself. A faint dampness could be felt from the seam, gently stimulating his nerve endings.

It was clearly moisture that had seeped from the woman’s body.

He quietly swallowed the groan that rose to his throat, staring directly into her turquoise eyes, which were filled with deep contempt. Seeing his Adam’s apple visibly bob, the woman’s shoulders hunched a little more.

Leon’s gaze caressed her rounded shoulder, then swept down her distinctly prominent collarbone. White foam blocked his gaze as it tried to move further down.

He swallowed hard. The two knees rising from the center of the whipped cream-like foam were flushed pink, like tempting peaches, due to the hot water.

Leon connected the exposed fragments, like connecting countless dots to complete a picture, and imagined the naked body submerged in the water.

A heavy, hushed whisper broke the tension, as taut as a fully drawn bowstring.

“I wonder what it tastes like.”

Sally exhaled the breath she had been holding.

‘Did he live without knowing the taste?’

She swallowed the saliva that had gathered in her mouth, rolled the candy to her other cheek, and replied,

“It’s cherry flavored.”

Winston released the strand of hair he had wrapped around his finger and picked up the candy box. She wondered if he was going to try one himself, but he wasn’t that simple a man.

The box tilted over the tub, and all the red candies spilled into the water.

What was this trick?

Sally’s eyes widened, and her mouth hung open foolishly.

“Oh, dear… I wanted to taste it too, but my hand slipped?”

He had deliberately poured them out right in front of her, and now he claimed his hand slipped. This madman.

“I’m afraid we’ll have to share, won’t we?”

He was attempting a kiss.

Winston’s broad chest loomed over Sally’s body, casting a dark shadow. Not only that, he braced his large hands against the wall and the tub, trapping Sally between his arms.

Winston’s face tilted to the right. As his lips drew closer, the gap between the man’s lips widened.

Sally squirmed her legs and pressed herself tightly against the wall. She wrapped her arms around her knees, covering her chest, and tilted her head sideways just before his lips touched hers.

“Ah!”

He neither stopped nor changed direction. Like a beast, he bared his teeth and lightly bit her defenseless neck. Sally’s hands instinctively pushed against Leon’s shoulder, and his shirt became damp and sticky.

He already knew what cherry tasted like. What he was curious about was the taste of this woman.

Leon’s lips moved up the woman’s neck, and he swallowed hard again as his mouth watered. He had already tasted sweet blood, so he wanted to taste something else.

He wanted to chew and devour every inch of her, from that tiny nose to her little toe. What would her saliva and tears taste like?

His lips crossed the delicate jawline. He lingered on her soft cheek, approaching to bite her lips, when suddenly—

The sharp sweetness of cherry instantly enveloped Leon’s tongue. He chuckled softly, rolling the tiny candy under his tongue.

“Captain, please, take it all.”

Just before their lips touched, the woman spat the candy into her hand and put it into his mouth. She even dared to cover Leon’s mouth with her hand.

That meant both of the woman’s hands were now holding him. Defenselessly.

“Ow!”

Winston’s finger rolled one of her nipples, submerged beneath the foam. Sally flinched and struggled, but he cruelly and persistently held the soft flesh, refusing to let go.

“Ah! Let go! Please, let go!”

Only after resorting to her fingernails did she finally manage to pull his hand away. Sally warned him, her voice brimming with anger.

“Don’t touch my body. I made the mistake of stealing your bathtub, but that doesn’t give you the right to do whatever you want with my body.”

Leon laughed. The woman, huddled like a rabbit under his shadow, covering her chest with her arms. No matter how sharply she warned him, she was merely adorable.

“Pink.”

He sat back on the rug and casually dropped a provocative word.

“What?”

“Your nipples are pink.”

The woman’s face turned deathly pale, then immediately flushed crimson.

“…You didn’t see them, you’re just guessing.”

It was impossible with the foam this thick. Sally clutched her chest even tighter and glared at Winston. His gaze fixed on her more prominent upper chest.

“Shall we confirm if I’m right?”

The hand resting on the edge of the tub plunged deep into the water in an instant. Sally flinched and recoiled, but his hand went to the opposite side.

Plop.

A sound of something being pulled from beneath the foam. The sound of water rapidly draining from the tub immediately followed, and Sally’s face went white.

Winston’s hand emerged from the water holding the bathtub stopper.

“Or will you admit it?”

If the water drained, her naked body would be fully exposed.

“Yes! So please, give it back!”

She reached out a hand for the stopper, but Winston swiftly pulled his hand back, a sly smile on his face.

“What’s ‘yes’?”

The water level was already down to Sally’s mid-chest, so there was no more time to waste.

“…They’re pink.”

Sally muttered through gritted teeth. Winston grinned at her, as she bit her lip in humiliation, then offered the stopper.

Thud.

Just as she was about to take it, the stopper was tossed into the corner of the bathroom.

“I didn’t say I’d give it back.”

Sally almost hurled a harsh curse at him. Anger surged so quickly that she felt no shame. At this point, she didn’t even care if Winston saw her naked body.

“Captain.”

“Hm?”

Winston smiled innocently. Anyone who didn’t know he was playing with the maid like a cat playing with a mouse before devouring it would think it was a truly kind smile.

“What exactly do you want to do with me?”

Sally asked, no longer concealing her hostility.

“Do you want me to be honest?”

“Yes.”

Winston’s lips curved into a wicked smile. It was an ominous smile, but Sally knew that nothing ordinary would come from his mouth anyway.

Leon reached out to the maid, who was glaring fiercely at him. The curves of her ribs and the concave line of her waist gradually emerged above the water’s surface.

“Soon…”

As his knuckles lightly brushed the curve of her lower breast, which peeked out from the hand clutching her chest, the woman trembled and glared even more fiercely.

“The tub will be empty.”

There was less than two hands’ width of water left.

“Then I’ll get in. You’ll try to escape to the corner, won’t you? No, will you try to stand up and leave? That won’t work, though, will it? I’ll grab you and pin you to the floor. You’ll have to be careful not to hit your head. I don’t have a hobby of doing it with unconscious women.”

He recited his cruel fantasy without hesitation, as if he had been waiting for her to ask. His smooth knuckles, with their prominent joints, traced Sally’s naked body as it emerged from the water.