Try Begging Novel - Chapter 96

“Hmph…”

His tongue plunged into her navel. Each time the soft flesh licked the strong liquor, a ticklish sensation arose, and goosebumps prickled her skin.

His lips, having licked up every last drop, slowly moved downwards. Reaching the gentle mound between her legs, the man raised his head and asked,

“May I help you, Miss Riddle?”

He even removed the hand he had placed there himself. She tilted her head, wondering his intention, when suddenly his lips parted her flesh and enveloped her clitoris.

“Ah! No!”

Crazy bastard. Pervert. Yes, he wouldn’t offer help with pure intentions.

His lips gently parted, pushing aside the thin skin covering her clitoris. The moment her most sensitive spot was exposed, his tongue licked it long and deep.

“Ah, don’t, don’t help me, like, this, hah!”

Grace struggled to push away the golden head firmly lodged between her thighs, but her hands kept losing strength.

“Still.”

His deep voice vibrated through her clitoris. He gripped her trembling inner thighs and even used his thumb to spread her labia wide.

He had never before orally caressed her vulva. He had put his mouth on every part of her body except between her legs, making her wonder if he had selective mysophobia. She had secretly felt relieved, but why was he doing this today?

He looked fine on the outside, but he must be quite drunk.

“Hah, please… this, this is strange…”

What she felt with her hands was nothing.

So sensitive that even when touched, the tip of her tongue pressed against the peak of her erogenous zone, which was covered by only one layer of labia. She could feel the texture of his soft tongue vividly. The moment his fine, smooth taste buds, like velvet threads, began to cover and rub the protrusions, her breath caught.

Her toes, which had been limp beneath the table, involuntarily shot upwards and curled. The sound of wet flesh rubbing against each other grew more explicit, but Grace began to hear nothing else.

“Hah… sniff…”

Soft flesh mercilessly rolled her clitoris. The sexual sensation, which had accumulated beneath the tingling flesh, finally surged to her head, and Grace burst into tears as she climaxed.

It was the moment the man gripped her waist with both hands as she lost control of her body and fell backward.

Thud.

A candy fell onto the table.

Thud. Roll, roll.

And another. The candies collided like billiard balls and rolled off the table.

“You’re supposed to spit them into my mouth.”

The man frowned and sat up. His tongue, which had been teasing her crotch, licked away the tears gathered at the corners of her eyes.

“My darling, you enjoyed that too much, didn’t you? I’ll have to do it often.”

The moment the man whispered into her ear, Grace’s earlobes turned crimson.

“N-no. Never.”

He scoffed, then stood up. The man, who had neatly brushed back his disheveled hair with one hand, picked up the candy box lying beside the liquor bottle.

“It’s okay. There are plenty of candies.”

Winston, holding a red candy, smiled and then pushed it deep between Grace’s legs. The candy that was almost out was pushed back in, making her furious.

“How long, ah!”

Again, the golden head burrowed between Grace’s legs. His tongue stirred her vulva in a circle, then climbed up, parting her now-wet labia.

As his tongue cruelly and roughly crushed her clitoris, which was still trembling from the aftershocks of climax, Grace couldn’t hold back and grabbed the liquor bottle.

Splash. Caramel-colored liquid poured onto his blonde hair.

Grace looked down at the man, who had been caught off guard and drenched in the strong liquor, and laughed heartily. Her own crotch was soaked in the sticky alcohol, but instead of feeling uncomfortable, it felt refreshing.

His lips, which had been sucking her clitoris, finally detached, and the man raised his head. His face was completely soaked. Liquor trickled from his forehead down his sharp nose, and tiny droplets gathered between his tightly closed eyelids.

“Hah…”

The man ran a large palm over his face, then curved the corner of his mouth. It was ambiguous whether he was smiling or angry.

The man, having wiped the moisture from his face, opened his eyes and glared at Grace. His hand slowly brushed back his wet hair, and a stream of water flowing down his nape slid along his distinctly prominent sternocleidomastoid muscle and down to his parted chest.

The man stood up without a word. While he leisurely took off his wristwatch, Grace’s heart began to pound fiercely.

“Ah!”

The man neatly placed his watch on the table, then reached out, and Grace’s body was instantly lifted. Winston threw Grace over his shoulder and began to walk.

Thud.

A candy popped out from between her struggling legs and fell to the floor.

He threw Grace down into the shower stall. Her shoulder, hitting the wall as she swayed, ached.

Whoosh. Lukewarm water poured over her head. The man, leaving her instantly looking like a drowned rat, stepped out of the stall.

While he stripped off all his clothes and shoes, Grace reached between her legs. As soon as she inserted two fingers and spread them, a candy caught in her vulva came out and fell to the floor.

Now only one candy remained. She was struggling to pick up the one lodged next to her pessary, wondering how deep he had pushed it in, when suddenly.

“I told you I’d punish you if you put your hand in without my permission.”

“Ugh…”

Both her hands were snatched at once. The man licked her fingertips, sticky with fluid and candy, then pulled the back of her head and roughly pressed his lips against hers.

His thick tongue forced its way between her teeth like a snake. Her breath caught due to the struggling flesh that filled her mouth.

“Mmm…”

A groan of resistance escaped between their locked lips. The brutal kiss ended only after his tongue, which had been scraping her mucous membranes, rolled out the candy she had been holding in her cheek.

“Hah…”

Her fingernails, neatly trimmed, touched her lips, which were parted as she gasped for breath. They were hot enough to burn.

That burning trajectory continued from her lips to her chin, from her chin to her neck. His fingertips, tracing the curve of her sternum, stopped.

She lifted her gaze, which had been fixed on his chest. The man’s gaze was fixed on her breasts.

Through her soaked white shirt, the man ravenously licked her pale pink skin with his eyes. He looked as if he were dying of thirst, even while standing in the ceaseless stream of water.

His gaze, aimlessly wandering over her wet body, suddenly began to move in one direction. Following the stream of water flowing between the parted shirt collar.

A thick stream of water disappeared between the two mounds of flesh. The stream, reappearing around her navel where her shirt had ridden up, became a waterfall, flowing over the pale mound. The stream, gathering again in the cleft in the center, trickled down and wet the floor.

For some reason, her face felt hot, as if a crack had formed. The moment she bowed her head, the penis pointing at Grace’s lower abdomen lifted its head even higher.

The swollen flesh, about to burst, was clearly hotter than his fingertips. Water droplets, hitting the thick column of flesh, shattered into tiny pieces and dispersed in all directions. It looked like sizzling steam.

“Turn around.”

A brief command carried heavy intimidation. She raised her head. Crunch. The moment the man’s jawline became prominent, the sound of the candy being brutally crushed echoed chillingly. Grace silently turned around.

“Hands on the wall.”

As soon as she placed both hands on the cold gray wall, the man pressed down on Grace’s hands and whispered cruel words lovingly into her ear.

“If you don’t want your head slammed, hold on properly.”

How hard was he going to thrust? A long sigh that had been escaping her lips abruptly stopped midway. The moment she realized there was still a candy inside, two hands roughly pulled her waist.

“Bend. More.”

“Wait!”

“I said bend.”

A large palm gently pressed between Grace’s shoulder blades. He didn’t seem to be exerting much force, but his hand slid down, and her vision lowered.

“Candy! Take the candy out!”

“You’re not in a position to give orders.”

The moment hot flesh pressed against her wet vulva, Grace turned pale and urgently cried out.

“This is a request!”

“And even less in a position to make requests.”

“Hah!”

A heavy tip plunged into her tightly squeezed vulva. It was fortunate that it was wet. If such brutal force had pierced dry flesh, something would surely have torn.

“Ugh, why is it so, hah, tight.”

The taut tension of climax seemed not to have subsided yet. Even though it was so wet inside that fluid gushed out, the column of flesh felt as tight as it had been the first time today.
Chapter 96
Leon gritted his teeth as her sticky flesh clenched around his already throbbing member. He pushed and shoved, forcing his way through the tightly constricting inner walls until her soft buttocks met his taut lower abdomen.

Perhaps it was the alcohol. The flesh that enveloped him was warmer than usual, so hot it felt as though his body might melt.

When he felt something firm at the tip, he slowly withdrew his shaft. A sticky candy, seemingly melted by her heat and moisture, clung to the tip of his member and came with it.

“Hmph!”

His member slid back in. The moment the candy pressed against a sensitive spot at the end of her passage, a sharp jolt of pleasure shot through her, making her eyes snap open. Her legs trembled, and Grace desperately clawed at the wall, trying to steady herself.

“Ah, ah, please!”

He twirled the candy with the tip of his member, asking, “Hmm… this?”

“Th-that. Please, take it out, ah!”

He bent down, and the hard sphere pressed firmly into her sensitive spot.

“Eat it deliciously,” he whispered, lightly biting Grace’s earlobe with his teeth as she shivered and moaned. “Until it melts completely.”

He tugged on the tie that had somehow slipped from her hair, like a horse’s reins, and swayed his hips fluidly.

“Ah, ahh, ahh!”

He was only gently kneading her insides, yet Grace was as lost and overwhelmed as if he were thrusting roughly.

The candy was no bigger than a thumbnail. Though not particularly large, combined with the impossibly long object, the pressure was immense.

The fear of being pierced through…

“Ah, no.”

It was electrifying.

Her hand slipped on the wet wall. The woman, trying to stand on her tiptoes on the shower floor where water incessantly poured, looked precarious.

She found this position particularly difficult. Leon leaned down towards the swaying woman.

As he gripped her breast, flattened by her wet shirt, she leaned her body against his forearm. Her hand, which had been sliding downwards, finally went limp.

The moment he inserted his other hand into her vulva, she snapped her head up.

“N-no, don’t… don’t…”

Her hands, gripping his wrist and scratching his forearm, were utterly devoid of strength. He tightened his grip on her breast. Her nipple protruded between his index and middle fingers. He spread open the inner flesh below. Here, too, her clitoris stood out, plump like a nipple.

The moment he pinched the two swollen nubs between the tips of his index and middle fingers…

“Ah!”

Her inner flesh seized him tightly. It felt as if it would not just bite, but break him.

He gently rotated the hand gripping her erogenous zone. Following the external stimulation, her inner walls twitched, regularly constricting and expanding, sucking him in.

“Ah, ahhn…”

Her resistance soon ceased. With this much foreplay, she would readily accept him, no matter the direction or depth of his thrusts. Now, she even swayed her hips to his rhythm. She had finally forgotten who she was.

The candy, which had been rolling at the end of her passage, caught on the curve of his glans. As he withdrew his member, it came with it, and the scarlet sphere peeked out of her vaginal opening.

He angled downwards and plunged his member back in. As the hard sphere rolled once inside her belly, her cries changed.

“Ah, ah! Not there, please, not there…”

Grace, who had been momentarily lost, pleaded again. The candy, caught beneath his firm shaft, was pressing precisely against the vaginal wall near her urethra. She knew all too well what would happen if that spot was continuously stimulated.

She twisted her waist, but he didn’t budge. Each time she tried to pull away, he followed, rubbing his member against her even more persistently. As the hard sphere relentlessly kneaded her insides, her mind grew increasingly hazy.

It was no different from when he pressed her flesh with his thumb. Each time, she could vividly feel water trickling from between her legs. Her breath hitched, her vulva twitched, and finally, it burst.

“Haah!”

Water erupted from the space between his fingers and his member.

There was no need for shame. The clear water would have mixed with the water falling from above her head and flowed away anyway.

No, in truth, there was no time for shame. She was swept away by the sudden tidal wave of climax, unable to regain her senses.

“Ahhn…”

“Haah…”

Both of them moaned, drenched in a scorching pleasure that reached the tips of their hair.

Regrettably, a man’s climax is shorter than a woman’s. Leon, who regained his senses first, pulled her upper body up into an embrace. With that, his member, which had been buried to the root, was withdrawn. Due to the recoil, the tip of his member surged upwards, scattering bodily fluids and semen onto her fair buttocks.

He turned her around. Her eyes were full of exhaustion. After just one time.

Her slender legs wobbled, and she leaned against the wall. But soon, the strength in her legs completely gave out, and her body slid down the wet wall.

From between her widely spread legs, a round object popped out and fell to the floor. The milky fluid clinging to the rolling scarlet candy was instantly washed away, disappearing down the drain.

Leon kicked the candy aside with his foot and approached the woman. Just before she hit the floor, he lightly lifted her, and immediately thrust his member into her quivering opening.

“Ah!”

Before she could even collect herself, the woman began to cry out like a cat again. Semen, not yet washed away, clung to her inner thighs and vulva, making quite a sight.

He hooked her limp thighs over his forearms, lifting them, and thrust his hips upwards as if ramming her against the wall. Two pale mounds of flesh, visible through her shirt, surged up and down, and her dangling feet swayed in the air.

“Enjoying yourself, darling?”

“Ahhn…”

“I am too. Watching you die of pleasure while being fucked by a man you hate.”

It was a tired, predictable provocation now. Grace twisted one corner of her mouth into a sneer.

You can break my body, but you can’t break my spirit.

Grace’s life in this man’s hands was a mass of contradictions. This moment, which inflicted the greatest pain, was paradoxically the only escape from that pain.

To protect her increasingly fractured mind, she decided to temporarily set aside her guilt.

‘Later, when I escape someday, then I’ll suffer.’

The storm that would belatedly arrive was left as a task for her future self.

His thrusts grew rougher, and water droplets, shaken from their two bodies, splattered everywhere. Her eyes, following the droplets, gradually lost focus.

She began to see a false heaven offered by a devil. It was the saddest yet happiest moment.

“Ah!”

With a single cry, pure pleasure enveloped Grace’s body and mind. The moment she smiled, intoxicated by ecstasy, the man before her chuckled and pressed his lips against hers.

She wanted to hit him. But all she could think of now was hitting him with her lips.

After a long time, their lips parted. What was joined below showed no sign of separating.

Shrill cries continued to echo through the narrow booth. Grace, receiving his repeated thrusts with a trembling body, whispered with a voice hoarse from exhaustion.

“Someday, when the revolution succeeds, I’ll put you on the guillotine. Before I cut off your head, I’ll cut this off first.”

She gathered what little strength she had and squeezed his member as if to bite it off. The man burst into laughter as if her brutal threat were a cute declaration of affection, then asked, “Why? Will you miss my cock? Will you preserve it and use it to poke your lonely hole every night?”

Grace responded to another provocation with a sneer.

“Yes. I’ll miss this, but I won’t miss you.”

“…”

For a fleeting moment, his face hardened. He immediately tried to act nonchalant, but his thrusts missed a beat. He twisted his lips into a sneer, but it was an empty smile.

Crazy bastard. Don’t like me.

The guilt she had set aside weighed heavily on Grace’s shoulders. The escape to heaven was closed again. It was time to flounder in hell once more.