âŠDonât say he remembered? Does he know her true identity?
She had to be prepared for unforeseen circumstances. Sally put her right hand in the pocket of her skirt, cautiously so he wouldnât notice.
âNo, what am I talking about now? Right?â
âCaptain!â
Sally was dragged near his chin with no room to resist.
âYou can bite it yourself and cut it.â
As Camdenâs vampire smiled, revealing his white teeth, Sally covered her mouth with her left hand. A scuffle broke out with the man who was about to remove her hand and swallow her lips.
No matter how hard she had been trained, it was impossible to defeat a military officer whose physique was exceptionally good with one hand. She wasnât yet ready to use her last resort. So, eventually, Sally had to pull out her right hand from her pocketâthe last resort she held, and mobilize it in the fight.
Winston grabbed her wrist as she tried to stab him in the eye. He then wrapped his arm around Sallyâs waist and lifted her up.
The moment her body floated in the air and was placed on a hard object, Sally kicked, and the papers and pens neatly laid out on the desk fell onto the carpet.
Her foot slammed Winstonâs chin as targeted, but he only grimaced for a moment.
âYou fought well. Do you have any brothers? Or, where did you get your training?â
She stiffened as she twisted her ankle, which was caught by Winston. If she fought, her identity would be revealed. If she didnât fight, she would have to sleep with that filthy royal pig.
Sallyâs breathing was harsh as she searched for a way in her confused head. When she stopped her resistance, Winston smiled as he ran a few strands of her hair that had run down her forehead from the fight and moved it back.
Contrary to his calm demeanor, his body was even hotter, and the front of his trousers bulged even higher than before.
âI am still curious. What you and I can do.â
âCaptain, please let me go.â
âWhy? Oh, yes.â
Sallyâs resolute refusal was taken lightly by Winston. His clean hands buried inside his officerâs jacket, then pulled out the black object and placed it on her chest, which was lying on the desk.
âI am a person who is sure of reciprocation.â
What he gave was a heavy wallet full of bills. He was a man who hated women who spread their legs in front of money, but why did he give her the money and force her to spread her legs�
Was his test not over yetâŠ
âCaptain, it must have been about what happened during the day. I have someone to marry. I donât want to betray him.â
Ignoring Sallyâs pleas, his hand popped into the hem of her skirt and rolled up over her lap.
âSally, the more you say that, the hotter it gets. You donât know men⊠No, you know me too well.â
âCaptain! Stopâ!â
It was when he was about to press on a sensitive point. His hand, which was running up her thigh, grabbed something, and Sally froze in fright. The light smile on Winstonâs face disappeared in an instant.
âWhatâŠis it?â
The object stuck under the band of the right stocking came out at once. Sallyâs heart fluttered as the silver revolver exposed its muzzle outside her black skirt.
ââŠCalm down. You have to be calm.â
Winston held the revolver in front of him as Sally slowly raised her torso. The cold gaze of the absurdly small pistol in his hand turned over to her face.
âWhat is this, I asked.â
âItâs a pistol.â
If she behaved like an idiot, his shallow patience might be completely exhausted today. After he lost his temper, even Winston wouldnât know her fate.
After the monarchy was restored, civilians were not allowed to possess firearms unless they had special permission from the police or military. It was because they feared a second rebellion.
âWhat does he do? Is he like a back alley gangster?â
âHe is not that kind of person. He is a good man.â
Winstonâs sleek brow wrinkled as she sided with her fiance with a half-serious, half-plausible performance.
âSince I work in the torture chamber, it was dangerous, so he just wanted to help me from something dangerous. I know itâs forbidden, Captain. butâŠâ
âDangerous⊠Sally, no one will touch you in this mansion. I have given a strong warning.â
You are touching me.
Sally swallowed the words that filled her throat.
Winstonâs right hand, standing inside the bloomerâs left edge, was still lightly gripping her bare skin.
âYou must be the only one gutsy enough to disobey me.â
Was he talking about going into the torture chamber alone during the day� His lips raised and he smiled. But his eyes were not smiling.
âIâm sorry.â
Sally lowered her head, dropping her gaze like a gentle sheep. She was such a docile sheep that she seemed to have to live like that until the headquarters gave an order to evacuate.
Though she was suddenly startled when his thumb, buried in her bloomer, stroked the inside of her thigh once.
Was he going to attack her again? He was a human being who threatened to use illegal weapon possession more as an excuse. No, he was a human being who started attacking her without any excuse.
When she opened her eyes slightly and peered into his eyes, Winstonâs gaze was fixed on the revolver. Soon, his five fingers slipped out of her bare skin, leaving a brisk fiery trail in her stockings.
However, it was too early to be relieved.
Winston peered into every nook and cranny of the revolver. He opened the revolverâs magazine, pulled out the bullet, checked it, and found that the serial number that was supposed to be engraved between the magazine and the barrel had been erased, and he grinned.
âA couple of times⊠Having fun with cansâŠâ
âAnd?â
âI met a robber in town a month agoâŠâ
âDid you get him right?â
âYeahâŠâ
Winston burst into a burst of excited laughter and then asked.
âWhat about me?â
ââŠYes?â
âDid you try to shoot me?â
Sally stared into his eyes, which flashed with cruel playfulness, and then nodded slowly and resolutely. Regardless, if she said no, he would know it was a lie.
âHaâŠâ
Winston burst into laughter again, but it was different from the laughter he had just had before. Laughing and biting his lower lip, she could vaguely feel a look of embarrassment at being caught off guard.
âMe? How funny.â
Snap, the magazine is closed. There was still a slight embarrassment in the words he uttered in a comical tone.
âIf you shoot, you die.â
ââŠYes.â
âI have no intention of killing you.â
Sally struggled to compose her grim look.
Although he was trying to scare her, he was also trying to give her life. Should she say thank you? She had tried to kill her master, so did he want her to apologize�
âIâm having fun, donât you think itâs fun?â
The corners of Winstonâs eyes and lips drooped down. Anyone who didnât know what the other person was doing would have thought that this sullen puppy-like expression would suit his well-groomed face.
He didnât ask for an answer anyway, so Sally kept her mouth shut and stared at him. She was just busy looking for a way to get out with her breath intact.
âI think it would be fun to stir with this.â
He raised the revolverâs muzzle up and swung it through the air.
âItâs too small. Well, youâre small, too.â
The meaningless words continued, yet her intuition shouted that he was going to do something dangerous.
âCaptainâŠâ
Sally sniffed, clutching her two hands so that her wrinkled apron crumpled even more. She had to put up with anything, even if it was an unreasonable number. Immediately, her tears dripped down the back of her pure white hand.
âAre you crying again?â
There was a hint of tiredness in Winstonâs voice.
âAm I getting kicked out now?â
The moment she deliberately distorted her face and raised her head, Winston wrinkled his brow. His hand, holding his muzzle up, gradually tilted to the floor.
It worked.
Her mother said so. Tears tactic wouldnât work if she used it too often. However, it depends on how she defines the definition of âwork.â
âPlease, donât, sniffâkick me, out.â
As he was wiping her tears with her sleeve, Sally peered to see that the front of Winstonâs trousers was sinking. Seeing that, he sobbed and cried even more.
âCaaptaainn, huuuckâŠâ
It was not fun.
Leon looked at the woman crying like a child with cold eyes and let out a sigh of anger. She was acting like a child, so neither her disheveled clothes nor her legs dangling helplessly from the end of the desk looked strange.
She had to bite him till the end.
A cornered mouse was only fun when it tried to bite the cat. Losing her courage completely and squeaking was just a drag. Heâd rather have her try to kill him when he said he was going to kill her.
The atmosphere cooled down as time was wasted with the teasing.
âGo.â
At the blunt command, the woman lifted her face buried in her sleeve.
Rounded eyes, red-tinted shades, and nostrils twitching from sniffling⊠It was like a mouse that seized the opportunity.
âGo for it. Run away from me.â
Leon smacked his lips quietly like a cat just before it attacked its prey.