Try Begging Novel - Chapter 37

“Please.”

“When you beg, be clear about what you want me to do.”

“Please, just send Fred out first, then finish what you were doing.”

“I don’t grant every plea.”

“I’m a virgin.”

“So what am I supposed to do about it?”

His words were indifferent, but his eyes told a different story.

“If you want to send him to the medic before he bleeds to death.”

Winston pushed his member further down, resting its tip on Grace’s lips.

“You’ll have to finish your job quickly.”

Right. Begging is useless.

Ultimately, he intended to make Grace responsible for Fred’s life until the very end.

Grace reluctantly parted her lips. The flesh, which had dried and roughened from the intense heat, re-entered her mouth.

“Haa, good. Well done, Sally.”

He called Grace “Sally” and sneered contemptuously.

“Indeed, among those under me, there’s no one who performs a task as pleasingly as you.”

However, he was displeased by the fact that the woman’s sudden eagerness was due to another man.

“Do you know the definition of a whore?”

Slurp. Instead of an answer, only the loud sound of her fervently sucking the column of flesh filled the air.

“A woman who sells her body for a price. So, you’re a whore.”

“Hmph…”

A faint sob escaped through the gaps of her joined flesh. Leon let out a satisfied sigh and gently stroked the woman’s head.

“Keep quiet, darling. There are others present.”

Fred’s screams had long since ceased.

Finish quickly. Please, finish quickly. For him, and for me, finish quickly.

How many times had she, setting aside her shame for a moment, moved her tongue and hands as the devil had taught her, shaking her head rapidly? His already hard member began to twitch, growing even stiffer.

Grace didn’t understand what it meant.

Winston, who had said nothing when she only sucked half of it, suddenly pressed down hard on the back of her head. Caught off guard, his member plunged in.

He removed Grace’s hand, which had been holding the base, and tried to push the column of flesh all the way in. When it got stuck in her throat, he stood up from the chair and even used the tip of his member to press down on the root of her tongue to make room. She gagged.

“Ngh, ngh!”

Finally, her lips touched his lower abdomen. She swallowed this absurdly large size all the way to the root. Her throat ached from being pierced, and she was gagging, punching Winston’s thigh at that very moment.

A thick fluid gushed from the tip embedded in her mucous membrane. It was his semen.

“Ugh…”

“Swallow it. Swallow it if you don’t want to choke to death.”

Each time the woman swallowed his semen, her mucous membranes constricted. As the moist opening sucked at his sensitive flesh, which was heightened by ejaculation, her mind reeled.

“Hoo…”

After a long while, Leon released his grip on the back of the woman’s head. When he withdrew the still-hard column of flesh from her opening, a milky white fluid mixed with saliva stretched out in a long string.

The sight of it dangling from the tip of his member, imagining it connected to the woman’s belly, sent a shiver deep into his lower abdomen again.

The woman, horrified by the vulgar sight, gagged and turned her head, breaking the thick string.

Leon looked down at the woman with cold eyes, then lifted the apron wrapped around her thighs and wiped his sticky body.

“Hmph…”

While he tidied his clothes, the woman sat on the floor, supporting herself with both hands, only gagging.

On his way past the woman to retrieve his jacket, he placed a hand on her trembling shoulder. As he lightly patted it, as if to commend her efforts, the woman gasped and made a sobbing sound.

Leon, having somewhat avenged the humiliation he had suffered, wore a fresh smile on his lips. He had never felt such intense ecstasy since building this torture chamber, and he hadn’t even properly seen blood yet.

As he approached, his jacket slung over his arm, the woman wiped her mouth, smeared with tears, saliva, and semen, with her sleeve and muttered,

“Filthy pig…”

The man who had violated Grace looked down at her, impeccably perfect and dignified. There was no guilt in his eyes for trampling the weak. Only interest and disdain.

It was the very attitude of a greedy royalist nobleman dealing with those who had nothing.

Just as expected. Winston paused for a moment, then mocked Grace.

“How does the semen of a filthy pig taste?”

“Huk…”

Her vision went black. It was because Winston had covered Grace’s naked body with his officer’s jacket. Unable to bear the weight of the garment, adorned with countless blood-stained medals, she collapsed to the floor.

“Huk, huk…”

After quite some time, the nauseatingly polished tips of his shoes moved away.

In her dazed state, she heard the sound of shackles being undone. Soon, with a clank, the heavy iron door opened.

“Don’t kill him.”

Winston commanded someone outside as he sent Fred out. At that moment, Grace felt a twisted thrill rather than relief that the devil had kept his promise.

Don’t kill him.

It meant he only had to not kill him. In other words, Fred would be tortured. From her mouth, which should have pleaded against such an act, came only a sobbing laugh.

‘Right. I suffered because of you, so you should suffer too.’

She, too, possessed a selfishness no different from Fred’s. Now, everything, including herself, was beginning to feel loathsome.

Bang. The door closed. Click, the sound of it locking.

She had wished to be left alone, but such luck did not befall her. The dull sound of footsteps approached.

“The deal isn’t over yet.”

Grace simply closed her eyes instead of responding. A hand suddenly slipped beneath her body, which was sprawled on the cold floor. Winston turned her over and sneered.

“Feigning unconsciousness like a rat…”

She truly wished to faint right then. But her consciousness wouldn’t easily let her go.

“For the first time, a bed would be nice, wouldn’t it?”

Her body was lifted instantly. Winston carried Grace as a groom might carry his bride over the threshold on their wedding night, heading towards the single bed in the corner.

He laid the woman on the pristine white sheets and climbed on top of her. Creak. The bed screamed as if it would break. It wasn’t sturdy enough to bear his weight.

The woman still acted as if she were unconscious. Each time she gasped convulsively, her engorged breasts, exposed through the untidily parted maid’s uniform, heaved greatly.

It was a masterpiece.

As he traced the indentations of his teeth on her pink areola with his fingertips, the woman flinched. The object confined within Leon’s trousers also trembled.

This troublesome lust, far from subsiding after being satiated once, reared its head even stiffer. It was desperate to plunge into this woman’s moist opening again.

Leon removed her shoes one by one from her feet and tossed them across the room. Her toes, encased in white stockings, curled. The sight of the cheap stockings brought forth an inexplicable sense of displeasure.

“Spread your legs.”

He commanded, lifting her skirt, and the woman meekly spread her legs. The bloomers covering her vulva were white, like a flag of surrender. His lower body throbbed with the thrill of having completely subjugated a woman who had known no submission.

Leon gripped the center of the bloomers with both hands and pulled them apart. The tightly woven seams ripped with a crack, revealing her pink flesh, and his Adam’s apple bobbed greatly.

“Huk…”

The woman tried to close her legs, seemingly embarrassed. Leon gripped her inner thighs and pushed them up tightly. Her knees bent upwards, fully exposing her vulva.

Her pale flesh parted, revealing glistening pink flesh. His mouth watered. A hunger deep in his belly trembled.

Lust was like appetite. Both were animalistic desires that Leon considered uncivilized.

“Ah! Ah, ngh, stop!”

He probed the thin, overlapping folds of flesh. He rubbed the clitoris, which he had previously grazed with his shoelace, until his fingertips burned, and the woman shrieked in ecstasy.

“You come so easily.”

“Huk…”

The woman, whose entire body had been convulsing, let her lower body fall onto the mattress with a thud. Her weakly parted legs dangled limply off the side of the bed.

“You’ve been touched quite often, it seems.”

He probed, and the woman sniffled and shook her head.

Indeed. Perhaps it’s even more sensitive because it’s untouched.

Leon parted the pulsating clitoris with his index and middle fingers. In the center of the thin, pink flesh, like flower petals, was a narrow opening, barely wide enough for a needle.

He inserted his pinky finger into the vaginal opening, which gasped like a breathing hole.

“Hmph!”

“Don’t move. You’ll tear.”

Leon pressed down on the woman’s lower abdomen, which was writhing. He pushed his finger a little deeper into her tight flesh. The woman gasped, struggling to even accommodate half a joint of his pinky finger.