Try Begging Novel - Chapter 33

The nickname “Vampire of Camden” was no exaggeration.

The explicit sound of sucking blood continued, and Fred, whose limbs were bound, wanted to cover his ears but couldn’t.

Grace’s eyelids, tightly shut in pain, fluttered. Fred trembled at the scene, which reminded him of a vampire movie he had once seen.

“Ah!”

“Haa…”

The moment their tightly pressed lips parted with a loud tearing sound, a pained moan and an excited gasp intertwined.

“Mmm…”

A moan, unmistakably filled with lust, escaped from between lips wet with blood and saliva.

Winston held Grace tightly, as if she were his own. The arm wrapped around her waist traced her curves upwards, then crushed her swelling breasts. The round flesh beneath her maid’s uniform was clearly seen being mercilessly squashed.

“Hmph, don’t do this here…”

The Vampire of Camden ignored Grace’s plea and buried his head in her neck again, only his eyes darting up to glare at Fred.

The eyes that had burned with intense rage were gone. His unfocused gaze gleamed with vulgar pleasure.

It was in that fleeting moment that Fred belatedly realized what Winston was demanding from Grace as payment.

“S-stop it.”

His saint was about to be defiled by a demon.

Fred, gathering his courage with difficulty, poured out a plea through his chattering teeth. But when Winston didn’t stop tormenting Grace, the plea soon turned into a threat.

“I-I told you to stop!”

Guilt, only now surfacing? Bravado in front of a woman?

Whatever his psychology, the coward belatedly began to show futile defiance.

The brazen bastard who handed this woman to me himself.

Leon, as if to show off, slowly licked the trail of blood that stained the woman’s slender neck with his long tongue. The bastard raged even more.

“Don’t t-touch Grace!”

“He acts as if she’s his own. Is he her fiancé, perhaps?”

The woman, who had been quietly enduring him until now, shook her head for the first time. Leon’s lips curved upwards at the sign that this man was not her fiancé.

“You’ve fooled me quite well until now. Honestly, I admired your skill, but I would have been disappointed, Miss Riddle, if you had promised to marry such an idiot.”

Just as he was about to bury his lips in Grace’s neck again, Fred let out another utterly ridiculous threat.

“The C-Commander-in-Chief won’t stand for…”

“Stop it, Fred.”

“Does he not know that we even went on a date?” Leon continued his mockery disguised as boasting. “A date with the great last princess of the Riddle family. And to have received such a deep kiss… it’s an honor that will be remembered in our family history.”

Fred’s eyes wavered, and the woman shook her head again. This time, it was a gesture directed not at Leon, but at that imbecile. Leon chuckled, understanding that she meant it wasn’t what he thought.

“Ugh…”

He abruptly turned Grace around and gripped her neck.

“So, you were a whore who would kiss anyone for the Duke.”

“Ugh, no.”

“Tell me honestly. Were you ordered to seduce me and extract information?”

The woman shook her head, but Leon, realizing she was lying, tightened his grip.

“Gasp, breath…”

“You said that on the billiard table that day too. Do you think I’m naive enough to fall for it twice?”

The woman’s face instantly flushed crimson, and she clawed at the back of his hand with her fingernails. But Leon felt no pain due to his even greater rage.

Her constant lingering in front of him, her acting so perfectly to his liking, and even her occupying his bathtub naked in the middle of the night—it had all been a honey trap.

“How amused you must have been looking at me, huh? Thinking I was a stupid bastard getting aroused without even knowing I was facing an enemy.”

It was humiliating to have been deceived by the spy’s cunning tricks. Everything he had done, infatuated with this woman, felt even more pathetic.

“But you tried to escape without even properly completing your mission of spreading your legs for me? What a pathetic spy.”

The moment her vision flickered and then went dark, the hand squeezing Grace’s neck suddenly let go. She stumbled and then collapsed. Grace gasped for breath, without even feeling the pain of falling onto the hard floor.

“Haa, haa…”

“Fortunately for you, I’m still that stupid bastard who gets aroused by the enemy.”

Grace lifted her head. A black demon, backlit, stood tall a step away. Even through her vision, which was black in spots from lack of oxygen, his horn-like center was clearly visible.

“Miss Grace Riddle, you must complete your mission.”

A chilling madness emanated from Winston’s smile, and Grace shuddered, squeezing her eyes shut.

Amidst the rustling sounds of clothes being removed, Winston’s mocking voice asked, “You teach the women you use for honey traps how to clench, don’t you?”

There’s a limit to such forced slander. We are not as depraved as your royal pigs.

It was a thought she couldn’t voice, considering both their lives. Grace swallowed the words that rose to her throat.

“So, when a Blanchard bitch is caught, everyone in command drools. And you, being the daughter of a whore who seduced countless military officers with just her lower mouth, there must be over ten men here in the West alone drooling, waiting for you to be caught.”

How dare he slander my mother as a whore. Grace glared at Winston, her eyes wide.

The filthy lecher merely smiled brightly. He neatly folded his officer’s jacket and hung it on the table, then meticulously rolled up his sleeves, cuff links removed, above his elbows.

It was what he did just before torture.

“To think the last whore of a long line of whores has fallen into my hands. My expectations are high.”

Winston leaned down and extended a hand to Grace. This hand, acting like a gentleman’s, would soon molest her body like a thug’s. Grace glared at the utterly disgusting hand, then gestured with her eyes towards the wall.

“Send him somewhere else.”

Winston glanced at Fred, who was whimpering and muttering something incomprehensible like a madman, then shook his head.

“Did you know? In the old days, they used to have witnesses in the bridal chamber on the wedding night.”

One shouldn’t expect common sense from an abnormal human. Grace leaned towards the dagger in his other hand.

“Just kill me instead.”

Winston chuckled, as if Grace had made a cute plea, then straightened up.

“I’ll cover your eyes, at least.”

While he went to the cabinet on the opposite side to get a blindfold, Fred whispered, “Please… Grace, don’t do it.”

Grace gritted her teeth.

This is all because of you. I’m doing this because I have no choice, because of you. And you tell me not to, as if I’m willingly selling my body.

“If I don’t do it, will you?”

Unfiltered betrayal seeped into her voice.

“H-hic… I’m truly, truly sorry.”

“If you’re sorry to me, then don’t tell anyone about this.”

Please, Fred, keep quiet. So no one knows about this humiliating act.

At least she hoped Jimmy wouldn’t know. He would blame himself for putting Grace in the lion’s den.

On the other hand, she was also afraid. If Jimmy thought she was defiled for having sex with another man, an enemy no less… if he abandoned her…

No, he’s not that kind of person. He loves me. Jimmy loves me. He loves me, but I’m with that filthy lecher right now…

As she desperately chanted the same words like a mantra in her devastated state, Winston, who had blindfolded Fred, approached. He leaned down, and Grace gritted her teeth.

“Darling, why are you trembling so much?”

Grace trembled even more at his tender embrace.

“Are you cold? You haven’t even taken off your clothes yet. Not yet.”

A cruel smirk laced his seemingly concerned words. Winston helped Grace to her feet and then seated her on the steel interrogation chair.

Because of his slanted posture, perched on the edge of the chair, the inside of his shoe touched the outside of Grace’s shoe, though she was three steps away.

His head tilted. Winston merely watched Grace, his index finger pressed against his temple, making no demands or commands.

“Please… hic, no…”

The uncomfortable silence continued, broken only by Fred’s whimpers.

Winston, like a beast about to pounce on its prey, quietly and intently scrutinized Grace’s body.

And the moment his gaze fell upon her ankles, encased in cheap stockings, he moved.

He crossed his long legs, then lifted the tip of his polished shoe. Her skirt rode up, but Grace did not try to avoid his blatant teasing.

It no longer mattered.

The hard toe of his shoe slid between her neatly pressed knees. He stopped tapping the inside of her knees only after Grace had spread her legs as wide as her shoulders.