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“It would be nice if you had opened up like this earlier.”
At that, the look of tension grew from the sound of Grace’s breathing. Fred grunted loudly whenever he heard something soft rubbing and whenever Winston made a significant noise.
“Skirt, roll it up.”
Leon urged her by slowly scanning the inside of her thigh with the tip of his shoe. The feeling on the hard end was soft.
“Huht…”
Grace grimaced as he plucked the laces on the garter that secured the stockings.
“Body search for illegal possession of weapons.”
He chuckled and added, “…Ah, I don’t need any more excuses now.”
“Ahh!”
When he suddenly kicked his leg up, the pointy nose of his shoe hit the middle of the bloomer and pressed the tender flesh inside.
Even though it couldn’t be called pain, an unbearably painful feeling rose to the tip of her head and subsided over and over again. Winston looked at Grace with a calm expression that didn’t look like a vulgar person at all.
“Heuk…”
Biting her lips, she did all she could to hold back her promiscuous moans and her mind abruptly went blank.
“Ah…”
As the strength of her legs loosened and she staggered, Grace reflexively stretched out her hand and closed her eyes tightly. However, the place where she fell was not on the cold floor though a hot body instead.
“Did you c*m?”
“N, no.”
“My darling, you’re easy.”
Grace, who forgot the situation for a moment due to the heat that clouded her reason, pushed against his chest. Nonetheless, to Leon, it was just a cute whining.
“Ah, uht—It hurts.”
He hugged the woman who had slumped on his lap with her legs wide apart. When he felt the soft touch of her body vividly even with several layers of fabric in between, he shuddered in uncontrollable ecstasy.
‘…What the hell is she?’
It was still a mystery.
A cunning spy who deceived him, and the daughter of the enemy who killed his father… that couldn’t explain why he was only affected by this woman.
Leon grabbed the woman’s buttocks over her clothes. The tight-knit, thin bloomer veiled secret place rubbed against his center.
A rough friction began as his hands rubbed her hips promiscuously.
“Huht…”
There was no direct contact between their genitals. However, every time his pillar that had been trapped in his clothes rubbed against them, it felt like he was already being stripped naked. The cl*toris shuddered from the aftermath of the climax.
Grace’s body trembled all over.
“Ha… I felt it well.”
Leon rubbed his body against her body and let out a hot breath.
Every time a force was applied below, the woman could not withstand the stimulation and twisted her body. He couldn’t believe she was rubbing herself against a man’s body. It seemed that she was nothing more than a b*tch who couldn’t control her heat.
“You were properly trained.”
The woman’s eyes turned rebellious. Although she wanted to refute that she wasn’t, she looked resentful.
“Please, ahh… just do it.”
The woman begged in his ear. Leon shook his head and raised his back hard.
“That’s up to me.”
“Heup…”
Her waist was bent back greatly.
When she couldn’t cover her mouth, Grace bit her lip and began to hold back her moans. It looked like it was going to tear. Leon let out a painful moan as he gazed at the soft flesh that was crushed by her hard teeth, possessed.
‘Bleed, hurry.’
At the end of the moment when drops of crimson blood began to form on the tip of the white teeth, he couldn’t stand it. Grabbing the back of her head, he touched her lips. The blood, which contained the woman’s body temperature, splattered between the skin that touched each other.
He stole her lips once and licked her lips.
Leon licked the tip of his tongue thoroughly for the blood that had formed between the folds of her lips.
This exhilarating taste. This delicious smell… From the bottom of his heart, this feeling was as if it was about to burst. The next moment, he bit the woman’s lips again, drunk with a strong sense of paralysis.
“Uht, no…”
“Ha… I said that was up to me.”
“…Stop, huh—”
The chair began to creak loudly as he struggled with the woman who was trying to avoid him. Soon after, the muffled noise of wet flesh rubbing against the walls of the torture chamber echoed. Fred’s feeble sobbing was completely forgotten.
The kiss was violent.
As he licked the wound with his tongue and sucked her blood, Grace groaned in excruciating pain.
‘…It wasn’t like this back then.’
That kiss when they were young was not painful. It was only thrilling.
Grace, who was in a similar but completely different situation, despaired. Did she meet a monster as a child, or did she create a monster…?
“Uhp…”
If blood doesn’t come out of this, he might try to rip her lips even more. Just as Winston was about to lick her swollen lower lip once and then bite back, Grace daringly shoved her tongue between his gaping lips.
Soon, the kissing became quite normal—holding each other’s backs and cheeks, and acting as if they were going to eat the other’s tongues, was no different from any other lover’s lustful kiss—had it not been for the dagger in the man’s right hand.
Grace slowly sucked out Winston’s long tongue. The tongue finally came off from the tip of the shrunken lips, and a long thread of saliva hung between the two of them.
“Haa, first…”
Winston pointed to her chest with pretty thirsty eyes.
“I’ll have to check if it’s right.”
He wanted to make sure to see if her n*pples were pink. Still, he didn’t touch her clothes. He just gestured his chin at an angle and waited.
It meant for her to take it off herself.
Grace looked at him before lowering the shoulder straps of her apron. Though she tried to pretend to be brave, her hand trembled as she unbuttoned her black maid’s robe from the neck down to the waist.
Each time an arm came out from the shirt, the man’s eyes staring at her became perilous. Looking at the corners of his lips that became more and more slanted, this man seemed happy that she was a spy.
“Ack, don’t!”
It was when she was about to unbutton the first button on her blouse that Winston grabbed the collar of her blouse with both hands and spread it apart. The fabric ripped with a rumble, and white buttons popped out in all directions.
Leon snorted, putting her blouse and the maid’s robe down her shoulders at the same time.
A white bra that doesn’t have any color. Come to think of it, the bra that was removed from the pool table was also white.
“Even your underwear is plain. I wish there were a little more blood behind this one.”
Then, he grabbed the middle of the bra with both hands. The moment the tendon swelled on the back of his dry hand, the tough fabric tore like a piece of paper.
“I was right.”
The apex in the middle of the fluttering milky flesh was pink.
As soon as he let go of her torn bra, Grace tried to cover herself. Leon removed her hands, covering her chest one by one.
“Sorry. I can’t afford to take care of your hands because I’m going to be busy from now on.”
The action of tying the woman’s hands one by one with the handcuffs on the armrests of the chair was elegant. He was even sweet, as if he were tying an expensive bracelet to his lover’s wrist.
Her pale hand trembled even more than before.
In fact, the woman’s body was trembling. It was nice to see the breasts swaying altogether, and the tips of her breasts twitching, resembling peach buds. It was different from the chunks of meat that the dancers vulgarly shook at the cabaret.
Contrary to the things that didn’t impress him, the mere sight of this woman’s body made his mouth water. Leon raised his gaze slowly from her lustrous flesh, with a face stained with shame, and asked politely.
“Can I suck it, Miss Riddle?”
He even asked for her permission by using honorifics. It was a cruel act, knowing that it was only him who made the decisions about this woman’s body. Besides, he knew that the woman, with only her blood-stained lips tingling, could not resist.
“….”
He really liked the eyes of the woman who was staring at him as if to kill him. There was a deep sense of fear and contempt in her turquoise eyes, which had always shone with contempt. The urge struck him to want to see it one day turn bloody.
“I think my request was unclear.”
He did not stop being cruel.
“To dare with my tongue, suck Miss Riddle’s…”
“Do it… Do whatever you feel like. Please, don’t ask.”
As she hastened her answer with more shameful words, the woman bit her teeth as she whispered unneeded permission with her trembling teeth.
“Do whatever I want? That’s a very dangerous thing to say.”
Do you know what I will do? He added so, and wet his twisted lips with the tip of his tongue. Grace caught her breath and turned her head to the side.
“Look carefully.”
Saying so, Leon grabbed the woman’s chin and turned it in front. Slowly lowering his head as he met her eyes, which were growing in contempt and shame, he opened his lips just before they touched her bulging n*pples.
The corners of her eyes were dyed a pretty pink.
…It was the same color as her n*pples.