Try Begging Novel - Chapter 76

‘This foolish woman might just die as her fiancé commanded.’

It was a thought he couldn’t voice until he shattered the brainwashing that sealed her mind like a hardened egg.

“A week ago, Lambton Internment Camp was raided.”

He only hoped this news would crack the eggshell, even just a hairline fracture.

“They dug tunnels and detonated improvised bombs to bring down the walls. Three rebels were even killed during the raid.”

Her eyes darkened, as if saddened by the news of her comrades’ deaths.

“Do you know what enormous cost was incurred to save whom?”

“…”

“Just one old man, with not many days left to live.”

Lambton Internment Camp. Grace, lost in thought for a moment, remembered the person imprisoned there. He had been a dedicated member of the Blanchard Revolutionary Army for nearly fifty years. His forgery and disguise skills were so impeccable that he was indispensable to his comrades. Grace herself had learned various techniques from him.

‘Thank goodness.’

Violent operations were rarely used against heavily guarded internment camps. The probability of failure and the potential damage were too high.

‘But at least he can now live out his remaining days in peace.’

It was a fleeting moment of joy.

“Don’t be too happy yet. He was one of the three killed.”

Her face instantly drained of color. She stared at him with confused eyes, as if she couldn’t believe his words.

“Leaving aside how stupid and incompetent a leader Jimmy Blanchard Jr. is…”

Her eyes sharpened as he criticized her fiancé.

“Why would they risk so much to save an old man on his deathbed, but not you?”

Winston began to scrutinize her relentlessly, searching for any sign of agitation, and Grace gritted her teeth.

He’s trying to shake my faith again.

This is a trick. These must be lies. It would be easy to fabricate stories for someone who can’t see newspapers or listen to the radio.

Winston, who had been staring at Grace, muttered like a sigh, “Right, you wouldn’t believe me.”

He pulled a wallet from his back pocket and unfolded a neatly cut piece of newspaper in front of her eyes.

[Lambton Internment Camp, attacked by Blanchard Rebels…]

As she read down the rather long article, her eyes, scanning the text, gradually lost speed.

That old man’s skills were incredible. There must have been something important. And you have to save captured comrades.

But what about me?

No. What am I thinking?

Don’t fall for his tricks. Grace tore her gaze from the article she had been staring at blankly, looked Winston directly in the eye, and smiled.

“Oh, how could a camp boasting ironclad security be breached? At this rate, the royal palace will be breached soon.”

“The great revolutionary army that can breach an internment camp can’t breach a private residence. At this point, doesn’t common sense tell you? They aren’t breaching it.”

The smile vanished from Grace’s face.

“Don’t play games. Do you think I’d betray them for that?”

“A bitch who doesn’t even hide the fact that she knows important information and treats her interrogator so rudely…”

“Ah!”

“I must be weak to play along with you.”

He kicked the chair away. Again, the string of pearls struck her clitoris, and the woman shrieked.

“Ah, please! St-stop!”

He began his vulgar torment again, but Leon’s eyes were not as relaxed as before. His sharp gaze was not on the naked body before him, but on the poison capsule hidden in his office.

The reason they must kill this woman… the reason she might betray them… what could it be? I need to know.

The egg surrounding her thoughts was far harder than he’d imagined. A more powerful, decisive shock was needed.

“H-he’ll kill me…”

“Yes.”

Instead of killing him, the woman couldn’t even control her own body. He laid her on the bed. Leaving her limbs limp on the sheets, eyes closed, Leon headed to the bathroom. He returned immediately, a towel, the freshly washed pearl chain, and a pessary in his hand. Leon removed her stockings and wiped her lower body, which was soaked up to her ankles, with the towel.

“Sally.”

The woman, who had been opening her legs and lifting her knees like a corpse at his touch, suddenly came alive.

“No…”

Grace whimpered, closing her legs. When he called her ‘Sally,’ Grace had a script to follow. And what would happen next was obvious.

“I’m so tired.”

“What’s so tiring about just lying in bed?”

“Please… just this one night.”

The woman who had just threatened to kill him now pouted and whined. She wasn’t obeying him, and it wasn’t the back of her neck, but the space between her legs that ached.

“Sally.”

He prompted her once more, and the woman sighed deeply before mumbling, “I want to be fucked by Captain for a long, long time.”

Behind her sulky voice, he could almost hear a shout of, ‘Just fuck me and get out!’

“Spread them.”

At his command, the woman obediently spread her legs, which she had closed without permission. Leon ran his palm up the inside of her pale thighs, which would soon turn red.

“Mmm…”

As if ticklish, the woman gripped the corner of the pillow with both hands and trembled her thighs. Her face was even scrunched up, no different from when she was reaching climax.

This woman seemed to want to become a trivial being and escape him, but her method of resistance was all wrong. Every act of defiance was simply too erotic.

He parted the thick, raised flesh at the edge of her vulva, and the thin, curtain-like folds opened, revealing moist mucous membranes. Had all the blood in her body rushed here? Her vulva, once the color of peach petals, now glowed a deep rose.

Was her heart this color?

Her plump, swollen clitoris twitched rapidly, like a beating heart. He had relentlessly driven her, giving her no respite, and the aftershocks of climax seemed to last quite long. Her entire vulva repeatedly contracted and expanded. Each time, clear fluid dripped from her vaginal opening, spreading through the folds of her flesh. Her vulva became slick, making his earlier wiping seem pointless.

He wanted to bury himself deep within that ripe, bursting flesh, like fruit pulp. Would the pleasure she was feeling now be entirely transmitted to him?

Leon took his hand from her vulva and asked, “Don’t you think it’s selfish to enjoy it alone and then just end it?”

The woman stared blankly at the black wall. Still breathless, her chest rose and fell dramatically, and the plump flesh of her breasts swayed shamelessly.

Leon rummaged through the drawer of the bedside table and pulled out a palm-sized tube. As he began to apply spermicide to the concave side of the pessary, the woman turned her head to look at him, her eyes full of displeasure.

The first time he brought out the contraceptive device, she had resisted desperately. After nearly an hour of arguing and even struggling physically, he finally had to tie her limbs, just like with the newspaper, to insert the pessary. Now, resigned, she no longer resisted, but she always glared at him with those eyes.

“I don’t understand why you refuse when I’m making sure you don’t have a child, as you wished.”

“The surest way not to have a child is not to do it at all.”

“Sorry. That’s not an option.”

He brought the cap, generously filled with spermicide, close to her vaginal opening, and the woman closed her legs.

“Then just…”

The woman hesitated. He already knew what she was going to say, but found her embarrassment amusing, so he feigned ignorance and pressed for an answer.

“Just?”

“When you’re… doing it…”

She avoided his gaze, as if it was too awkward to say more, and whispered, “Pull out.”

Leon extended his index finger and placed it in her mouth. Her thick tongue pressed against his fingertip, squishing.

“I didn’t know you enjoyed sucking my cum so much.”

Her eyes became fiercer. When he removed his finger, the woman bit her lip and mumbled, “It’s horrible to do it inside.”

“Oh, but I find it thrilling.”

“Dirty.”

The woman spat the word out, and Leon let out a small laugh. He gripped both her cheeks with one hand and shook her lightly.

“A whore, yet so picky. Is your body a sanctuary? You’re fearless because I’m being nice. Don’t get carried away.”

Tears began to well in her turquoise eyes, which glared at him. He released her face, and the woman turned her head, muttering a vow.

“I’ll kill you.”

“Yes, do that when you’re free. For now, spread your legs.”

“…”

“Hurry.”

The woman, as if she truly believed she was a dog, blinked her large, tearful eyes for a long time before spreading her legs.

Leon pulled one side of her vulva with his hand. The plump labia, bunched together, softened and spread under his thumb. The sensation was pleasing. He gripped the tender flesh with his index finger and thumb and pulled, making the thick flesh thin out. Leon held her labia between his fingers, rubbing them, savoring her reaction.

“Mmm… Ah, just hurry up…”

“If you say that, I don’t want to finish quickly.”

In truth, even if she hadn’t said that, he had no intention of finishing early.