Try Begging Novel - Chapter 35

“Hmph…”

The moment the woman squeezed her eyes shut, Leon eagerly bit into the trembling, pale pink flesh.

The soft sensation was similar to lips. If he had to compare which he preferred, he would choose the flesh he was now mischievously tormenting with the tip of his tongue.

He was satisfied with its honest reaction to his obscene tongue play. Unlike its owner, the nipple could not lie. The formerly soft flesh instantly swelled plump and hardened.

It was a perfect shape for sucking. When Leon sucked the reddened areola deeply into his mouth, the woman writhed and moaned.

“Ah…”

He licked the round protuberance with his wet tongue. It felt like rolling a plump, ripe raspberry in his mouth.

Would juice come out if I bit it?

“Ah!”

Clink. The moment the soft flesh was pressed between his teeth, the handcuffs clanged against the armrest. The woman’s limbs twitched. The untouched breast on one side swayed wildly up and down.

“It hurts. Don’t bite.”

The moment the woman whispered into his ear, Leon couldn’t suppress a moan.

Pleas from Blanchard’s rats were always sweet. But for Little Riddle, the most elusive of all rats, to be naked and bound, uttering such a strange plea to him? It was intoxicatingly sweet.

“Ah!”

It was a mistake to expect a demon to grant a request. Winston became even more excited and frenzied.

He gripped her breast with his large hand. Not content with that, he roughly rubbed and squeezed it, crushing it in his grasp. The reddened flesh swelled and bulged out between his long fingers.

He lifted his eyes, his tongue still working violently. The demon’s mouth, observing Grace’s reaction, twisted upwards.

“Hmph, please!”

She wanted to show no reaction, but she failed miserably. Every time his hot hand seized her sensitive flesh, every time the cold blade touched her exposed back, Grace trembled all over.

When his soft tongue flicked her nipple, an indescribable, strange sensation sharply surged, and she almost let out an odd whimper.

At the same time, it was a struggle to suppress her tears due to the overwhelming humiliation. Her torn lips hurt too much to bite, so she just clenched her teeth.

“You filthy pig! What are you doing to Grace! Stop it right now!”

Amidst the chaos, Fred’s scream echoed through the torture chamber. He had become enraged when, after the sound of clothes being removed, a messy sucking sound and moans followed.

“Aaaah!”

He tried to drown out the reality of obscene sounds coming from the woman who had always been pure to him, with his screams.

Winston suddenly released the nipple he was sucking and tutted. Fred, unaware that Winston’s murderous gaze was now on him, continued to scream.

“Is that his order? To annoy me every time I have a good time with his comrade?”

“How can you do such a filthy thing, h-hic… I’ll kill you!”

Leon scoffed at the threat, which was neither frightening nor endearing.

“I’m doing this with the owner’s permission. Does someone who is neither her fiancé nor anything else have the right to complain to me? What do you think, darling?”

The hand that had been gripping her breast moved up her collarbone and neck, stroking her face with terrifying tenderness. Grace shuddered at his words and actions, which were like those of a lover.

“Hm? Miss Riddle, do you think that traitor, who willingly sold you to me, has the right to criticize me?”

Winston sensually stroked her earlobe, urging an answer, and Grace briefly shook her head.

“Then you tell him, clearly.”

Grace squeezed her eyes shut once and pleaded with Fred. “Fred, please, just shut up.”

But Fred, whose reason had already been paralyzed, did not listen.

“Don’t be like that, please just let him go…”

He shook his head at Grace’s request. She glared at Fred, who continued to scream, thinking he would threaten him or gag him, but Winston was not that conventional.

“Have you ever let him suck?”

Grace shook her head with a disgusted expression. A twisted smile appeared on Winston’s face.

“Oh… I suppose I’m being quite cruel now.”

Winston lifted her heavy breasts one by one, then licked a long path down her cleavage. Soon, the flesh rubbed against each other, making sticky and suggestive sounds.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Torture.”

He was making the suggestive sounds louder for Fred to hear. Grace writhed in humiliation, trying to escape his grasp.

“Hmph… Please, stop it.”

But with her hands bound, it was impossible. Grace had to endure Winston’s vulgar acts entirely.

His lips eagerly bit into the tip of her trembling breast. Her sensitive erogenous zone was violently sucked, and her soft flesh was ceaselessly rubbed.

“Hmph…”

Grace felt a sharp sexual sensation she had never known before rush to her labia. Every time Winston’s cruel mouth tormented her, sparks flew before her eyes, and she gasped for breath.

Smack.

“Ah!”

He sucked her nipple once more, making a loud sound for Fred to hear.

“Ah, ah, ugh, stop…”

This cruel man would not grant her plea.

“Quiet down, darling. There’s someone else here.”

“Hmph… Gasp, please… Ugh…”

She gritted her teeth to suppress her moans, but he gripped Grace’s cheek, forcing her mouth open. Unfiltered, lewd sounds continuously flowed from Grace’s mouth, matching Winston’s tongue play.

Creak, creak, the groans of the steel chair mixed wildly with the woman’s moans and the squelching sounds of friction. Fred’s screams continued, as if competing with the vulgar noise.

“Aaaah! You filthy lecher!”

Fred, who had been cursing as if he were being raped, finally said something he shouldn’t have.

“How dare you defile the Commander-in-Chief’s woman?”

At that moment, Winston’s eyes, looking up at Grace, changed.

“The Commander-in-Chief will tear you to shreds.”

“Please, shut up, Fre—gasp!”

She couldn’t finish her scream. A large hand had gripped Grace’s slender neck as if to break it.

His thick thumb and forefinger dug under her chin, lifting her body. She struggled, trying to pull his hand away, but it was futile. The metal rings of the handcuffs dug deeper into her wrists.

“Gulp…”

His eyes, gleaming with fierce madness, grew dim.

“Was that bastard your fiancé?”

The hand gripping her neck visibly trembled. Even his voice, uttered through clenched teeth, trembled, sending shivers down her entire body.

“Ugh… Save… me.”

Grace felt to her bones that the rage he had shown until now was nothing.

“To send a woman you’re going to marry to me. Did you underestimate me, thinking I couldn’t perform as a man?”

Everyone knew the rumors about him being excessively clean, almost fastidious, in his relationships with women. Winston himself, and the revolutionary army’s high command.

It wasn’t entirely wrong to say they underestimated him and sent his fiancée. Jimmy had once mentioned believing that rumor when he infiltrated Grace.

“So, when I get aroused and come at you, you must have been quite flustered.”

That wasn’t wrong either.

“So, did you do it with that bastard?”

“Gulp…”

“I asked if you did it with that bastard!”

His ferocious shout echoed in the torture chamber. There was no trace of reason in his chillingly cold eyes.

“Ah, ah…”

No sound came out. Grace, her face flushed crimson, desperately shook her head.

“And me?”

Do whatever you want. Do as you please.

She felt like she would truly die. Now, if she could just save her life, spreading her legs felt like nothing.

“Gasp… Haa, haa…”

The moment she nodded, Winston loosened his grip. Grace, having no strength to support herself, collapsed into the arms of the man who had been about to kill her, and gasped for breath.

“Well, Fred. Your noble Blanchard’s finest whore says she won’t do it with your Commander-in-Chief, but she will with me?”

Winston took a key from his pocket and unlocked the handcuffs. Red marks were left on her wrists. Grace had no time to rub her aching wrists before she had to kneel between his legs.

The hand holding the gleaming, sharp dagger gently stroked her pale lips. Grace didn’t understand the meaning of that gesture.

Just don’t kill me. She gasped for breath, adding the words with difficulty, but he seemed not to hear.

“Tell Little Jimmy clearly: his fiancée willingly allowed Captain Winston.”

At those words, not only Fred but Grace also turned deathly pale and trembled. No. Fred wouldn’t disregard my plea and do as he says. Fred, please don’t tell him.

“And how gladly the Princess of the Revolution sucked the penis of the Royal pig.”