Try Begging Novel - Chapter 95

“Candy girl, hand over my candy.”

Grace glared at the man holding the cigar.

Winston sat with his legs crossed in the chair, while she perched on the edge of the table, legs spread wide. As always, the man satisfied his twisted desires by making Grace alone feel shame.

“I’ve already paid. Oh, and I don’t need change.”

The tip of the cigar pointed to the band of her black stocking. A crisp banknote was tucked between the band and her thigh. The amount on the bill was excessively large for a single candy.

If she were a candy girl selling sweets in a cabaret, she would have rejoiced at the windfall. But for Grace, who lived in confinement, a large sum of money was not only unnecessary but also insulting.

Moreover, he called her a candy girl, but in reality, he treated her like a vending machine.

The man tapped his wristwatch on his left hand, urging her. Grace glared at him and moved the hand covering her crotch.

“Hmph…”

The moment she pressed the round, protruding ‘vending machine button’ with her fingertip, her body jolted. Her lower abdomen tightened. The candies embedded in her flesh clinked vividly.

But none of them showed any sign of coming out.

The vending machine’s operating principle, as explained by that damned bastard, was simple: press the button again and again until her body ejected the candy. In other words, it meant she had to masturbate in front of him until she reached climax as many times as there were candies.

Grace reluctantly moved her fingers, glaring at the man sitting opposite her. Winston, who had been staring only at her crotch, smiled as he put the cigar back in his mouth the moment their eyes met. He seemed quite amused.

Right, he was always like that.

She had forgotten for a moment because he had been gentle just now.

Winston leaned back leisurely in his chair, watching her. His posture made it seem as if he were sinking into a luxurious leather chair, not a cheap iron one.

He was half-naked, wearing only black wool trousers, but it didn’t feel vulgar. His broad shoulders and lean lower abdomen, where distinct muscles stood out, made him look like a magnificent sculpture.

This made her, moaning with primal pleasure with her legs spread, feel even more debased.

The man knew this better than anyone and never missed an opportunity to mock her.

“Ah, hmph…”

She covered her mouth with her left hand and bowed her head, fumbling between her legs, when the man suddenly stood up. He bent down and gently pressed his lips to the back of her hand, which covered her mouth.

It was as polite as a kiss on a lady’s hand, but the eyes that looked at her from such close proximity, where their breaths mingled, held mockery instead of respect.

“Her Ladyship, the woman of the great Commander-in-Chief and the noble Princess of the Royal Family, is putting on a masturbation show like a faded showgirl from a pleasure district in front of this humble pig-bastard of a monarchy.”

Winston sat back down.

“I cannot express my regret enough.”

He had never seen anyone express regret with such a malicious smile.

“Please, just abandon this old hag.”

“You’re still dreaming in vain.”

The man scoffed, then gestured with his eyes at Grace’s crotch. The only way to escape this was to finish quickly. Grace gritted her teeth and worked her fingers.

But the increasingly persistent gaze was too unbearable. Facing those eyes, which gleamed with mockery and delight, the pleasure that surged from her fingertips dwindled like a spark doused with cold water.

The moment she could no longer bear the shame and tried to close her legs, Winston reached out. He stopped his hand just before the burning tip of his cigar touched the tender skin of her inner thigh.

“If you don’t want to be a candy vending machine, do you want to be an ashtray?”

Grace spread her legs before the brutal warning was even finished. The bastard put the cigar back in his mouth and used the toe of his black shoe to push her calf, which was hanging off the edge of the table, spreading her legs even wider.

“You usually do well. Why today?”

Then and now were different. It couldn’t be the same as when the violent pleasure tearing through her belly made her forget who she was. And Grace always regretted it, covering her face, flushed crimson with shame, once that fleeting moment passed and she came to her senses.

“Hmph, I’ll kill you, you bastard… on the guillotine, ah!”

Leon chuckled. The woman mumbled brutal curses, her head bowed low, with his necktie tied like a ribbon in her hair.

She wasn’t scary; she was cute.

She was also cute when she closed her eyes tightly and frantically rubbed her clitoris, seemingly unable to concentrate with him in front of her.

Her strategy of pretending to be alone seemed to be working. A little fluid began to trickle from her vulva, moistening her labia, and then her inner flesh parted. A reddish candy peeked out from the reddish flesh.

“It’s coming out. Just a little more push, darling.”

As soon as he acted like he was cheering on a wife giving birth, the candy was sucked back inside.

“Crazy bastard…”

The woman mumbled curses, and Leon chuckled softly.

“You can’t even do something this simple properly. Pathetic.”

He threw the cigar into the ashtray and picked up the liquor bottle. He swallowed a mouthful of the strong liquor, his prominent Adam’s apple bobbing.

The moment the man put down the bottle, he bent his head between Grace’s legs. A shiver ran through her body at the unfamiliar sensation of his liquor-soaked lips pressed against her vulva.

“What are you, ah!”

The feeling of soft flesh burrowing into her belly was even more unfamiliar and erotic. The moment the tip of his tongue stirred the delicate flesh of her vulva, Grace shrieked.

“Ah, stop!”

It was different from the brutal force of his penis. Each time the tip of his tongue delicately tickled her sensitive spots, a shiver spread through her body, as if fine cracks were forming along the path. She feared that subtle pleasure.

The tongue, which had been tantalizingly licking her vulva, plunged deeper, even deeper. The slippery flesh slid inside, then suddenly pulled out.

The tongue, which had only been slowly moving in and out as if tasting, suddenly sped up. Squish-squish, wet friction sounds explicitly escaped as it burrowed into her inner flesh.

“Hah, so disgusting, really…”

Her body convulsed. Her inner walls tightened, making the candies inside clatter.

The hand that had been pushing the head buried between her legs lost strength. No, in fact, she released the strength.

Her vision flashed. The tongue swirling below was undeniably soft, yet her breathing became uncontrollably ragged. To feel pleasure from such a bizarre act, and even to enjoy it. She felt disgusted with herself, but the words to stop him wouldn’t come out.

The tongue, flexibly probing the folds of flesh, finally found its target. The tip of his tongue curled inside and rolled the candy out. As soon as the candy emerged from her vulva, it rolled into the man’s mouth.

The man kissed her vulva as if it were his lips, then rose. He looked down at Grace’s exhausted face, a satisfied smile on his lips, then lowered his head.

Their lips met. The tongue that had licked the inside of Grace’s belly scraped her lips and the inside of her cheeks. The taste of cherry and rum spread in her mouth, making her nose tingle.

The man passed the candy, which had been licked with her fluid, to her, then pulled his lips away. He meticulously tidied her disheveled hair, pushing up the necktie that had slipped down to her forehead, as gently as if tending to a lover.

The hand that had carefully tucked stray hairs behind her ear moved to his back. When it reappeared, it held a wallet.

“One more.”

Again, she was treated like a whore. Another crisp banknote was tucked into her stocking band.

He was truly a person she could never bring herself to like.

The man even kindly moved her hand, which had been resting on her inner thigh, to her crotch. Grace glared at his pale eyes, which seemed inhuman, and wiggled her fingers. He lightly kissed her cheek, which was plump from holding the candy, then slid his lips down the skin of her neck.

The shirt covering her shoulder was pulled down. His lips grazed her exposed breast. His lips, leaving scattered red marks like signatures on her pale skin, then bit her nipple.

“Mmm…”

Her senses were clearly dulled by alcohol. But each time her flesh was vigorously sucked, the alcohol’s haze lifted, and her senses sharpened acutely. At such moments, even her own timid movements on her clitoris felt excessively stimulating.

The buttons from the bottom of her shirt came undone with a series of pops. His hand, lifting the fabric and moving up her flat lower abdomen, stopped when it reached the hollow of her navel.

His palm gently pressed her shoulder. Grace leaned her body sideways, and with a soft pop, her nipple, swollen with saliva, slipped from between his lips.

The man picked up the liquor bottle and tilted it over her navel. Drip. Drip. Caramel-colored liquid fell one drop at a time from the bottle’s mouth, pooling in her navel. He then put down the bottle and lowered his head.

“Pervert…”

A monster kneaded from intelligence, initiative, and twisted lust, then clothed in the elegant skin of a human. That was the formula for creating a man named Leon Winston.