Try Begging

Chapter 25

“Is it an insult to make a lady full?”

“You’re trying to make another stomach full.”

This woman, more and more…

Leon burst out laughing and closed the cigar case before putting it back inside his jacket.

She was a woman who smiled and asked, ‘When will we do the cleaning?’ even after witnessing the terrible torture and traces. He already knew that she had a bold personality. However, now, she had boldly put lewd remarks in her mouth.

“If a man falls for you, do you treat the poor person you fished as a disgrace?”

“I never tried to fish, so the poor person is me.”

She said she never tried to fish, and after eating the cake, the woman left immediately. She must have decided to drink up the most expensive champagne this time.

Getting drunk was usually a technique used by proud women to seduce a man and drag him to bed. Leon thought he would allow her to fish generously and ordered a bottle after the third cup, though the woman did not show any signs of intoxication.

“Aren’t you dizzy? How about lying down and resting?”

When he asked to go to the room, the woman did not respond and tilted the glass of champagne. Behind the woman’s head, outside the window, the marina, lit like broad daylight, was approaching.

It was already this late.

Leon sighed and rubbed his temples.

“Sally, I heard you said you’re going to make it boring?”

“Yes. You’ve been watching me eat for four hours.”

The woman wrinkled the back of her nose as if she felt sorry and added sarcastically.

“Silly.”

Leon smirked as he alternately cast his gaze between her close-knit legs and the face of the woman who was getting drunk and reddish.

“No, you know what I like too well for that. Are you born with it?”

The woman stared at him from the tip of the champagne glass on her lips. The eyes were saying, ‘why do you like me like this?’ Reading a bit of embarrassment, he smirked at an angle. Was this an opportunity to regain control?

“The clothes, I know that you purposely dressed in a rustic way… Though you made a mistake.”

“….”

“Light pink, red, brown. They are all my crazy favorite colors.”

The cold, pale pink that glints in the bathtub with her head buried in it. A fresh red color flowing through the split in the flesh, sticking onto brown dry, rough ropes…

All were the color of blood—The color of blood that excited him.

“You failed.”

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The sedan passed the mansion’s front door and crossed the garden. The main building of the mansion, which was gradually approaching, was lit up brightly as if on a party day, even though it was not far past midnight.

“I’ve never had a date like this in my life.”

Winston rested his elbow on the side of the car window and rubbed his grinning lips. Meanwhile, Sally turned his eyes away and glanced at him sharply.

“Failed student, do it right.”

Even though she was called a failed student, she had nothing to say. It was because her plan to spread rumors failed miserably.

…No, was it too early to judge?

She had to pass the main building to get to the annex. As the car got close enough to clearly see the main gate, Sally exclaimed inside.

A luxury sedan stood on the stone road between the front door and the fountain. And beside it, Mrs. Winston was seeing off Grand Lady Aldrich… To run into two people at once who would be more wary of a woman who clung to Winston, the operation’s completion was right in front of her.

As the lights of the headlights and the sound of the engine drew closer, both women turned their heads in this direction. Sally made eye contact with them for a moment, then she lowered her head slightly and glanced at Winston like a sinner.

She had been found out, so she gave him a troubled look like what to do.

“Ah, the Grand Lady was supposed to come today. I forgot.”

Winston sighed briefly and parked his car behind the Grand Lady’s. She thought he was going to turn her car, though Sally followed Winston out of the car in astonishment.

As Mrs. Winstron’s eyes met hers, her face was also thickly covered with astonishment. There was also anger in her glaring eyes. At the same time, the Grand Lady never turned her eyes this way after the first eye contact. An awkward smile loomed on her calm face.

‘This should be enough.’

Sally, sorry that the innocent Grand Lady was in trouble, quietly opened the door of the car and came out. Without making a sound, she turned behind the car and tried to run away from the annex.

“Hey, what are you doing now?”

“Going in.”

Winston, who was greeting the two women, chased her and stopped her. He spoke calmly to his mother and his prospective fiancée before shoving Sally back into the car. That wasn’t enough, he leaned against the passenger seat door and locked her in.

Winston had done Sally’s plan himself, and that was too much.

He returned to the driver’s seat only after the Grand Lady’s car had left. Even though Mrs. Winston raised her voice in an angry voice, he didn’t say much and drove straight to the annex.

Sally glanced at Winston with a tired look.

She really wanted to open this person’s head. How the hell did his brain come to be? How could he be so proud even when his affair was found out…?

“Captain, I had a great time thanks to you, ack!”

As soon as they reached the annex, Winston grabbed Sally’s arm and dragged her as she was about to run into the maid’s room.

“Failed student, we should take time to discuss today’s failure.”

He grabbed her as if taking a criminal away and opened the door of the study on the first floor. The soldiers who were playing billiards inside froze as soon as they turned their heads in this direction.

“Everyone, get out.”

Although they all looked puzzled, they didn’t ask anything. Six soldiers rushed out at once and tried to close the door of the study.

Taking off her cardigan, she darted out of Winston’s hand. However, just before she escaped through the crack of the door, he slammed the door in front of her. A large hand gripped her hand as she grabbed the doorknob.

Sally raised her eyes and met Winston’s twisted smile.

“It is too late to discuss the failure.”

“The person who has failed her mission has no right to say that.”

His right hand opened up, and the red cardigan fell to the floor. His long fingers flicked up the convex buttons of her blouse one by one. The tip of his index finger began to roll the high peaks.

As she was staring at his hand movements, the n*pples he rolled yesterday tingled uncontrollably.

Slap.

As soon as she slapped his hand, Winston leaned his head towards Sally. His arms were wrapped around her waist, and her body rose upward in an instant.

Instead of making a meaningless struggle on his shoulder, she checked the location of the military dagger and pistol tied around his waist. There was no point in resisting now. She had to use the right weapon at the right opportunity.

Sally’s turquoise eyes flashed as she glanced at the pool table passed in front of her. It was as if she had a blunt weapon spread out on the dark green cloth.

Winston walked to the other side of the door and laid her on the pool table. While Sally immediately got her body up and sat down, it was impossible for her to escape. It was because her lower body that hung over the ends was tucked in between his wide-open knees.

Sally calmed her pounding chest and stared at the strong man in front of her eyes.

…She could fight him today.

After all, Mrs. Winston would be kicking her out soon, so she shouldn’t worry about ruining her mission. All she had to do was fight, making sure it looked a little sloppy so it wouldn’t look like professionally trained in combat…

As long as she doesn’t kill him, that’s enough.

While Sally prepared to fight his vitals in her head, Winston only thought of smashing right into her.

“As you can see, you have completely failed.”

As he unbuckled the belt on his officer’s jacket and took off his clothes, it became clear what she was looking at. One button thread came loose because the front of the trousers, which had been hidden at the end of the jacket, could not come out as if it was about to burst.

Winston neatly folded the jacket in half, laid it neatly on the pool table, and started rolling up his sleeves. It was no different from the preparations he made whenever he personally went to torture.

“Your method failed, so now, I have to try mine.”

Meanwhile, Sally squinted at the holster over his jacket, estimating the distance. She might as well shoot him in the shoulder. Then, she wouldn’t be touched by Winston again until she was safely expelled.

He rolled up his opposite sleeve and scolded her for her failure.

“Even if you cry today, I won’t let you go.”

Winston leaned over towards Sally and placed his hands on her sides.

The space between their slightly gaped lips was mixed with breaths. The heat made both of them shiver like people on fire, but the meaning was different.

From a close distance where the tip of their noses almost touched, Winston spoke softly as if he was whispering while making eye contact.