Try Begging

Chapter 79

As the woman’s love liquid and his own s*men congealed together, it reminded him of the pearls.

When he picked up the pearl chain he had left across the bed railing, the woman, who had been well-behaved until her wrists were bound into his lower body, began trying to get away by struggling with her legs.

“Stay still.”

Trying to struggle with her body pierced by the long stake only drained her energy.

A long chain was wrapped around their joint, crossing the flesh over her cl*toris in an X. What was left was loosely wrapped around the base of his manhood.

“Ah-huht… ah…”

When the thrusting started again, her moans became even more bizarre.

Clack, clack.

The sound of pearls crashing rang in Grace’s head.

The pearls that covered her secret place created strange friction, and her mind became more and more distant.

Every time Winston shook her, the loosely bound hands were pulled, and the X-shaped mass of pearls scraped up and down the cl*toris mercilessly. The pearls hanging down under it also pressed and rubbed against the tender labia.

It was fortunate that his pillar was only halfway in and out because the chain was wrapped around it, but each time the thick flesh pushed through the inner flesh and stopped, her inner walls were crushed by the hard beads.

It was a stimulus that was difficult to withstand for the flesh that had been stretched from biting into the thick pillar.

“Heuk… take it out!”

“Ha…”

“It, it went inside, ha-uhk!”

“Yes, I know.”

Even one or two were sucked inside when his manhood poked her. Every time Winston moved his lower body, pearls rolled around between the pillar and the walls.

Grace stopped breathing.

As the bumpy lump scratched the inner wall, a stimulus so strong that sparks flashed in front of her eyes. It felt like he was stabbing her with a club with thick bumps. The urge to squirt something sharpened every time the hard mass was pounded in the stomach and stuck close to her urethra.

How many times had it been today because of that godd*mn pearl?

Still unable to bear the humiliation of this, Grace gasped for breath and came.

“Ah, stop! heuk, I don’t, like—”

“What do you mean you don’t like it? You like it so much you could die.”

Of course. Why was she still begging this man?

The brutal man pushed Grace’s body even further. He hit the inner wall under the urethra with his tip, and even opened her clitoris and rolled it with her thumb.

She couldn’t beat Leon Winston with his body.

The moment the heavy piece of flesh snapped right under the urethra, the strength of her lower abdomen was loosened.

“AHK!”

The narrow hole picked up the clear water and shot it up high.

“How many times has it been tonight? Is this a new record?”

The man smiled mischievously and stopped thrusting. With his lower back soaked with water from Grace, he lazily wiped away the transparent water droplets flowing through the cracks in his clearly split muscles with a towel.

The chains were finally released from her wrists. It was pulled so hard that there was a circular red mark around her wrist.

“Haa, did you c*m?”

Grace asked, breathing heavily.

Winston, too, breathing heavily, leaned over her and kissed her instead of replying. Unlike him, who gently closed his eyes, she glanced up at the ceiling with perplexed eyes. His loverlike behavior after love affairs always made her uncomfortable.

After a light kiss, his lips went away, and he muttered, slightly furrowing his eyes in a complaint.

“I already c*mmed because you were too tight.”

To say ‘already’ was after having enjoyed it for quite some time until her bottom was tingling.

“Ah-huk, what are you doing?”

Just as she was about to catch her breath, Winston did the unthinkable. He took off the pearl chain that was wrapped around his pillar and began to push the pearls one by one into the place where he had been poking a while ago.

“STOP!”

He couldn’t hear her, only the grip on her waist grew stronger. After kicking Winston and getting caught in the ankle, Grace changed tactics.

“Oh, I don’t know. Do whatever you feel like. I don’t care if you cry because your toy is broken.”

“I’m sorry, but that won’t do even if you say it that way.”

Winston, as usual, curled his eyes and smiled mischievously.

“How can a person…”

Would it be like this? The moment she muttered to herself, the hand that had inserted the pearl into her stopped.

“Do you want to know? I think you already know.”

The curved shape of his eyes was the same as before, though the meaning of his smile was completely different.

Grace closed her mouth and spread her legs as the air between the two was about to become bloody.

Leon stuffed the jewel inside the woman’s body, and when it was as wide as when it bit into his flesh, he removed his hand. Soon, he began to appreciate the vulgar piece with a noble face, just as he did when he faced a beautiful piece of art in an art gallery.

A living sculpture.

Moist, pink flesh greedily bit into the cluster of pearl eggs and gnawed at them.

The sight of several chains flowing down reminded him of a milky waterfall gushing out of a cave in the middle of a red cliff. Beyond the clifftop, the gentle plain receded, and the frozen waterfall slowly flowed.

Leon stared at the opening, which spat out pearls wet with love liquid, one by one, then held the end of the chain.

“Hu-uht…”

Grace twisted her back as the pearls began to be pulled out.

Her eyes were dizzy, feeling the thick and hard-sphere scratching between the folds of the inner wall, sometimes gently and sometimes roughly. A tickling pleasure welled up from the inside of her stomach, and her back was already starting to tremble.

“Are you c*mming again? Take it easy.”

She fought hard to avoid being subjected to Winston’s blatant ridicule, but the d*mn pearls came out endlessly.

The hand holding the end of the chain was already at Winston’s eye level. Clusters of bodily fluids the same color as pearls clung to the chain interspersed with pearls.

“Congratulations, mother. Oh, my God, you laid an egg? What kind of beast did you mate with?”

Grace’s face, which had been white with disgust at what had come out of her body, turned red.

What a level of bad joke…

She followed Winston and answered, curling her eyes.

“A d*ckh*ad named Leon Winston is the father.”

Winston couldn’t help but laugh at the insult, and then he wrapped the s*men-stained chain around Grace’s cleavage.

“Mom will warm it up. They are babies conceived out of love.”

“Crazy b*stard.”

He was especially mischievous today and even seemed genuinely in a good mood.

‘…What the hell happened before he came here?’

Grace suddenly remembered that the man smelled like brandy the first time he kissed her tonight.

“How much alcohol you drank, gasp!”

She couldn’t finish the question. It was because his finger stuck where the cluster of pearls was still embedded.

Every time he moved his hand, she could feel hard marbles rattling inside her.

Another of his fingers went into her, picked up one of the pearls, and began rubbing it somewhere against the inner wall.

Grace straightened her legs. It was something she did without realizing it when she reached her climax. How many times would it be tonight? She didn’t know if tomorrow she would suffer from muscle pain and be in bed all day.

“Haaa, stoopp…”

“What, are you dying for a madman’s madness?”

“I’m really, uht, really going to break.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t throw you away even if you fall into pieces.”

“Throw me away, please, uht throw me away!”

The hand gesture that persistently nudged inside her made her breath choke to the tip of her chin and her toes tingle. As she kicked the innocent sheet and fought the pleasure, the chain wrapped around her chest flowed down between her legs.

His thick palms pressed down on her secret place.

When the palms began to make large circles, the pearls between them hit the cl*toris at random from all sides. In the end, Grace gave herself up to the pleasure that clung to Winston tenaciously.

“Ahhkk!”

Leon looked down at the climax-drunk woman with cloudy eyes.

Tonight, as always, was a masterpiece.

When he lifted the palm that covered her secret place, the folds of her flesh were quivering, holding the beads with milky luster. It must have looked like that when a clam held a pearl in the depths of the sea. The pearls may be feeling back in their mother’s belly.

The sudden thought made Leon laugh.

He might be crazy.

Pressing his lips against the woman who was still gasping and moaning, he swallowed the woman’s groans and breaths into him, soothing the still lingering hunger.

“Ha…”

It wasn’t until after a while that the violent tongue was pulled out, and Grace caught her breath.

“Daisy, Sally, Riddle, Bella, whatever.”

The man gently stole Grace’s chapped lips…

“Darling.”

He kissed her lips and whispered.

“You’re the only woman where the jewels weren’t wasted.”

It was a confession that could be described as romantic.