Try Begging Novel - Chapter 94

“Slowly.”

The woman notoriously ignored his words. Yet, she skillfully avoided falling, approached the door, and grabbed the doorknob.

Click-clack, click-clack. The frantic turning of the doorknob made Leon chuckle.

How long would she fight with the locked door?

It was quite entertaining, so he watched silently. Only after grumbling at the innocent door and indulging in her drunken antics did the woman return with a sulky face.

“Did the door not let you out, darling? How mean. Shall I scold it?”

He held out his hand, and the woman, puffing out her cheeks, plopped down onto his thigh.

“Ah—”

The woman gestured at the bottle with her eyes and opened her mouth.

Like a baby bird…

A baby bird’s mother feeds it from her mouth. Leon filled his mouth with rum and pressed his lips against the woman’s. She sweetly swallowed the strong liquor he slowly dripped into her mouth.

She was so drunk she wouldn’t recognize her own enemy.

“Drunken lady.”

“Mmm?”

Feeling dizzy, the woman rested her forehead against Leon’s. Her body temperature was hot.

“Isn’t it better to be trapped here?”

The woman glared at him through half-closed eyelids.

“You don’t have to earn money, you don’t have to work. Like a doll.”

She was, quite literally, as cute as a doll. The center of her porcelain-smooth cheeks was flushed. Her lips, panting hot breaths, were plump and red like ripe cherries, utterly adorable.

Yes. Half of the rum that had vanished so quickly from the bottle was pickling Leon’s brain.

“Besides…”

Unlike him, who was surrounded by bothersome people.

“There’s no one to bother you.”

The woman chuckled, “Heh-heh,” then poked his cheek with her index finger.

“Bother… some… person…”

Her subsequent words were slurred and unintelligible, but it was clear she meant he was the bothersome person.

He turned his head and bit the ridiculous finger. The woman winced and whined, “Mmm.”

He parted his teeth, and the woman tried to pull her finger away. He sucked the escaping finger, long and deep. As he coiled his tongue around it, the woman squeezed her legs together, finally crossing them tightly.

“Mmm… pervert…”

“I’m not as much of a pervert as someone who gets off on just this.”

The woman peered at him through her hair, which covered her face like a curtain. Even so, she wasn’t scary, just cute.

He reached out to brush her hair away. The woman turned her head to avoid him, then picked up his necktie, which was draped over the armrest of the chair.

Her slender fingers neatly gathered her long, dark brown hair. The woman then put the necktie under her hair and wrapped it around her head.

He wondered what she was doing, only to realize she intended to use the tie as a headband. The woman tried to tie a knot above her head, but her liquor-soaked fingers kept slipping on the smooth silk.

When it didn’t work, the woman slightly stuck out the tip of her tongue and rolled her eyes upwards. It wouldn’t help her see, but it was amusing.

Leon watched the drunken woman’s foolish antics silently. When a frustrated sigh escaped her swollen red lips, he reached out.

“Let me do it. There. Do you like it?”

The woman, with a large black ribbon tied in her hair, smiled sweetly. It was a smile that made him a fool.

As much as he wanted to see this woman cry because of him, he also wanted to see her smile. But he knew well that she would never have a reason to smile because of him.

So he violated her until she forgot who she was, and made her drunk until she forgot who the man in front of her was. Only then could he see a smile filled with pure joy, like now.

Leon picked up the bottle. Before he could tilt it, the woman bowed her head and pressed her lips to the bottle’s mouth. She even looked up with wide, round eyes, urging him to pour.

She was the first woman he had ever wanted to possess simply because she was cute.

He slowly poured the strong liquor into her mouth and asked,

“Have you ever been this drunk in front of him?”

“Yes.”

The woman, who had answered inadvertently, quickly added, observing his gaze,

“It wasn’t just Jimmy….”

Her tongue twisted, and she continued her excuses with slurred pronunciation.

“My brother and friends from the village….”

“Village?”

The woman abruptly stopped speaking and stared at him. Leon curled the corner of his mouth and tilted his head.

Is their base a village?

At his unspoken question, the woman let out a silly “Heh” sound and then smiled sweetly again. This time, it wasn’t a pure smile.

The woman collapsed into his arms. Their rum-soaked lips met, and soft flesh squeezed through the narrow gap into his mouth.

To try to cover up a drunken slip of the tongue with her body. How foolish and cunning.

Leon held the woman, who was groaning and struggling with a fervent kiss, and slowly mingled his tongue with hers. He decided not to probe her mistake. After all, not asking about the location of their base was part of their agreement.

“Hey, Grand Duke’s puppet.”

There was no need, but as soon as their lips parted, the woman tried to change the subject.

“How’s that matter progressing?”

“Don’t ask.”

Leon unbuttoned a couple of buttons below the woman’s collarbone. As he pulled one side of her shirt aside, her pale chest was revealed beneath her shoulder, which was mottled with his bite marks.

Perhaps from rubbing against clothes after a long time, her nipples were sharply erect. Leon used his fingertip to dab a drop of rum from the bottle’s mouth onto the plump flesh.

The pink flesh glistened, wet with the strong liquor. He felt a thirst. He gripped the mound of flesh, which seemed too heavy for her delicate body, and bit deeply into the soft flesh.

“Ah…”

Again, the flavor of rum mingled with the scent of her skin. Though he sucked and sucked, nothing could possibly come out from there, yet the more he did, the more his mind became hazy, as if he had swallowed strong liquor again and again.

“Don’t kick away this opportunity I’ve painstakingly arranged for you to reclaim your title.”

Suddenly, an unpleasant voice echoed in his mind.

Why don’t you ask if I even want the title first?

Honor, wealth, power. It was true that a title was helpful for all these things. Therefore, the heir of the Winston family was expected to desire it.

But lately, he had often found himself thinking not as the Winston heir, but as himself. No matter how he thought about it, the only thing Leon Winston, the man, desired was the woman clutching his head and moaning.

Whether that desire stemmed from affection, hatred, or both.

Honor, wealth, and power, which had been his lifelong goals, now seemed merely as means.

Means to keep this woman in his grasp.

A fool blinded by a woman.

A part of him, once his entire being, having lived his whole life as the Winston heir, chastised him.

Tell me what I don’t know.

Leon clung to the woman’s body even more, trying to shut out his rationality. But the woman annoyingly pushed him away, repeatedly bringing up the Sinclair matter.

He sympathized with her criticism of the Royal Family, but he didn’t welcome it. He had come down to the basement to momentarily forget all the earthly matters, but the woman kept grating on his nerves.

“Is no one helping the Sinclair family?”

“No one.”

Who would want to make an enemy of the Royal Family?

“So you’re just going to stand by?”

Leon spat out the nipple he had been sucking and let out a long sigh.

“What do you think I am? A god? A martyr? A philanthropist?”

Leon Winston was far from all of those.

“Right… that was a stupid question.”

“That was by far the stupidest thing you’ve said.”

Leon grabbed the woman’s cheeks with one hand, her lips pouting, and warned her.

“Don’t you dare interfere.”

And don’t try to manipulate me by appealing to a conscience I don’t possess.

“You just need to please me, like a whore.”

The woman gritted her teeth and picked up the liquor bottle. Leon instantly subdued the woman, who was about to pour alcohol on his head, and pinned her to the table.

“Mmm…”

The woman moaned, rubbing her wrist, which hurt from where he had gripped it to snatch the bottle.

“It hurts…”

“It’s meant to hurt.”

The hand pressing down on her body suddenly let go. Grace got up and glared at the man rummaging through his jacket, which was hanging on the chair. The moment the man’s hand emerged from his pocket, her narrowed eyes widened.

Winston held out a candy box. Grace couldn’t have forgotten the cherry candy he had put in her mouth when they had confronted each other in the bathtub before.

“What crazy thing are you going to do today?”

“You’re quick to catch on now.”

To realize he hadn’t bought them to eat normally. Leon curled one corner of his mouth and opened the box.

“Today, you’re a candy girl selling sweets in a cabaret.”

A red candy held between his long thumb and forefinger, and beyond it, his eyes curving softly.

Grace let out a long sigh.

“Hah! You really, a crazy bastard like you, haah, should be locked up in a mental hospital for life for the good of society.”

Her prediction that this man would do something vulgar was never wrong. But the degree of his vulgarity always surpassed Grace’s imagination.