Try Begging Novel - Chapter 79

The cluster of the woman’s lubrication and my semen, tangled together, brought pearl beads to mind.

I picked up the pearl chain that had been draped over the bed railing. The woman, who had been docile while I tied her wrists, began to writhe her legs and try to escape when I started to wrap the rest of the chain around her lower body.

“Be still.”

Wriggling her body, which was impaled on a long stake, would only drain her strength.

I wrapped the long chain around her vulva, crossing in an ‘X’ shape over the flesh covering her clitoris. The remainder was loosely looped around the base of my penis.

“Ah-hutt… Ah…”

As the thrusting resumed, her moans became even more suggestive.

Jingle-jangle. The sound of pearls clashing echoed in Grace’s head. The beads covering her vulva created a bizarre friction, and her mind steadily drifted into a haze.

Every time Winston rocked Grace, the chain loosely tied to his shaft pulled, and the cluster of pearls crossed in an ‘X’ shape scraped mercilessly up and down against her clitoris. The pearls dangling below pressed and rubbed against her delicate labia.

It was fortunate that, due to the wrapped chain, his penis could only move halfway in and out, but every time the thick mass pushed into her folds and then stopped, the opening of her vagina was intensely pressed by the hard beads. It was an unbearable stimulation for the membrane, which was stretched taut to grip the thick object.

“Huck…. Stop!”

“Haa…”

“Ah, it went, hngh!”

“Yeah, I know.”

A couple of the beads were even sucked inside when he thrust his penis in. Every time Winston rocked his lower body, the pearl beads rolled and shifted between his column of flesh and her vaginal wall.

Grace held her breath. As the bumpy mass roughly scraped her inner walls, a powerful surge of stimulation—strong enough to make sparks fly before her eyes—overwhelmed her.

It felt like her vulva was being probed by a club studded with thick, raised bumps. Each time the hard cluster was churned deep inside and then pressed tightly near her urethra, a sharp impulse to discharge something welled up.

Because of those cursed pearls, how many times was this tonight?

Still consumed by a shame she couldn’t bear, Grace gasped and cried out.

“Ah, stop! Hngh, I, I don’t want…”

“Don’t want to? You’re clearly loving it to death.”

Of course. Why was I still begging this man?

The cruel man egged on Grace’s body further. He savagely hammered the inner wall just below the urethra with the tip of his penis, and even exposed her clitoris completely to roll it with his thumb.

There was no way her body could defeat Leon Winston.

The moment the heavy mass struck upward, precisely below her urethra, the strength in her lower abdomen gave out.

“Aah!”

A burst of clear fluid shot high from the narrow opening.

“How many times is that tonight? A new record, isn’t it?”

The man chuckled naughtily and ceased his hip movements. The area beneath his waist was drenched in the fluid Grace had expelled. He leisurely wiped away the transparent droplets tracing the crevices of his sharply defined muscles with a towel.

Finally, the chain was unwound from her wrists. He had pulled so hard that a round, red mark was pressed into her skin.

“Haah, did you… come?” Grace asked, breathing heavily. Winston, also panting roughly, leaned his body against Grace and answered with a kiss instead.

Unlike him, who had his eyes tightly closed, Grace looked up at the ceiling with a troubled expression. Winston’s post-coital, lover-like behavior always made her uneasy.

After a light kiss, when their lips parted, he frowned slightly, as if sulking, and muttered, “My darling was squeezing so tightly, I came already.”

To say ‘already’ was ridiculous, considering they had enjoyed themselves long enough for her lower body to be throbbing.

“Agh, what are you doing?”

Just as she was catching her breath because his penis had withdrawn, Winston did the unimaginable. He stripped the pearl chain from his shaft and began pushing the pearls, one by one, into the place he had just occupied.

“Stop it!”

He wouldn’t listen. The grip on her hips only tightened. Grace tried to kick him but found her ankles seized, so she changed tactics.

“I don’t care. Do whatever you want. What do I care if your toy breaks down and cries?”

“Pity, but talking like that won’t work on me.”

As always, Winston curved the corners of his eyes into a mischievous smile.

“How can a person…?”

…end up like this? The moment she muttered the thought to herself, the hand that was inserting the pearl beads into her vagina paused.

“You want to know? I think you already do.”

The curve of his eyes was the same as before, but the meaning of the smile was entirely different. As the air between them threatened to turn hostile, Grace closed her mouth and spread her legs.

Leon filled the woman’s body with the jewels, and when the vaginal entrance was as wide as it was when it gripped his penis, he withdrew his hand. Soon, he began to admire the utterly vulgar sculpture with the refined face of someone viewing a beautiful artwork in a gallery.

A living sculpture.

The moist, pink flesh greedily held the cluster of pearls, twitching at the opening.

The several strands of chain hanging down suggested a milky waterfall spilling from a cave in the center of a red cliff.

Beyond the hill at the cliff’s peak, the gentle plain slowly hollowed out, and the frozen waterfall began to flow. Leon watched the vulva spit out the pearl cluster, sticky with cum and lubrication, one bead at a time, before grabbing the end of the chain.

“Heeung…”

As the pearls began to pull out in a stream, Grace twisted her waist.

The sensation of the thick, hard spheres scraping the folds of her inner wall, sometimes gently, sometimes roughly, made her eyes cloud over. A ticklish pleasure rose from her abdomen, and her back was already trembling in tiny spasms.

“Are you coming again? Don’t overdo it.”

Grace desperately tried to resist, putting force into her body to avoid falling prey to Winston’s brazen mockery, but the cursed pearls kept coming out endlessly.

The hand holding the end of the chain was already at Winston’s eye level. Clumps of bodily fluid, the same color as the beads, clung thickly to the loosely strung pearls.

“Congratulations, Mother. Oh, my heavens. You’ve laid eggs. What kind of beast did you mate with?”

Grace’s face, which had been pale with disgust at what came from her body, flushed red.

There’s a limit to how vulgar one can be.

Grace, utterly exasperated, curled the corners of her eyes like Winston and retorted, “A blockhead named Leon Winston is the father.”

Far from being offended by the insult of ‘blockhead,’ Winston couldn’t suppress his laughter. He then wrapped the chain, smeared with semen and lubricant, around Grace’s cleavage.

“Keep them warm, Mother. They are the offspring conceived in our love.”

“You crazy bastard.”

Winston was particularly playful tonight. He genuinely seemed to be in a good mood.

‘What on earth happened before he came here tonight?’

Grace suddenly remembered that she had smelled brandy on him when they first kissed tonight.

“How much did you drink, huh?”

She couldn’t finish the question. A finger was plunged into the spot where the cluster of pearls still rested. As Winston moved his hand, she could vividly feel the hard beads clattering inside.

Another finger was inserted into her inner folds, and he began to rub one of the pearl beads against a spot deep inside, the sensitive point Winston often teased as the switch that turned a fierce dog into a gentle lamb.

Grace stretched her two legs straight out. It was something she did unintentionally when reaching climax. How many times was this tonight? She might spend all day in bed tomorrow, crippled by muscle soreness.

“Haah, stop…”

“What does that make you, loving the crazy deeds of a crazy bastard to death?”

“I’m really, ugh, going to break.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t abandon you even if you break into pieces.”

“Abandon me, please, abandon… hutt!”

The persistent probing deep inside stole her breath again, and her toes curled. As she fought the surging pleasure, kicking the innocent sheets, the chain wrapped around her chest slid down between her legs with a crisp clink.

A thick palm pressed down on her vulva. As the palm began to trace large circles, the pearl beads caught between his hand and her skin mercilessly struck her clitoris from all sides.

In the end, Grace surrendered her body to the pleasure that clung to her as tenaciously as Winston himself.

“Ah-hngh!”

Leon looked down with cloudy eyes at the woman engrossed in climax.

Tonight was a masterpiece, as always.

When he lifted the palm covering her vulva, the layers of flesh were twitching, each fold gripping the milky, glistening beads.

Was this what a clam looked like when it held a pearl deep in the ocean? Perhaps the pearls were feeling as if they had returned to their mother’s womb.

Leon chuckled at the sudden thought.

Maybe I really am crazy.

Leon pressed his lips to the woman, who was still gasping and moaning. He sucked in her sighs and breaths, appeasing the hunger that was still very much present.

“Haa…”

After a long time, his violently surging tongue finally withdrew, and Grace gasped for air.

“Daisy, Sally, Liddell, Bella, whatever.”

The man gently brushed her swollen lips, and then…

“My darling.”

He whispered against her mouth.

“You are the only woman for whom the jewels were not a waste.”

To a stranger, it would have sounded like a romantic confession.