Try Begging

Chapter 84

Black chandelier.

She suddenly remembered how the man had called her late at night to clean the chandelier. It was at this desk that he first tried to attack her.

Even then, he must have wanted to rip her underwear.

In the end, his wish came true. Even though she tried everything to avoid him, in the end, she ended up like this. If she had been attacked here that day, she would have been furious.

Now, it was just funny.

Winston, looking down between his wide open legs, raised his head. A slanted smile appeared on his face as he undid his belt buckle.

She soon found out why.

“Huht…”

As soon as the pillar came out, it hit her opening. The chunk of hot flesh slides upward, cutting through the tender flesh. The tip, which struck the deeply hidden cl*toris and protruded above the lower abdomen, was soaked with clear bodily fluid.

It was proof that she was excited.

‘So, what is he asking me to do?’

Grace glared at him for a moment before turning her head to the side.

Her eyes widened the moment her gaze landed on the ashtray in front of the phone. The heap in the ashtray was not ash. It was a small lump of paper, a postage stamp. A smile soon burst from her mouth as she stared at the discarded postage stamp used for a bizarre prank.

My God. She was laughing in the middle of this.

“Aht…”

The laughter stopped in an instant. The pillar rubbed the cl*toris and smeared a lot of liquid. Every time the blunt flesh crushed the bump, a sharp sensation as if being stabbed by a hot frost, spread all over her body along the spine.

Grace, who had flinched below his waist, suddenly moved her entire body. The long piece of flesh cut through her without warning and lodged at the end of her inner wall.

“Ah! Uhp…”

“Quiet.”

A hand as hot as the pillar in her stomach closed her mouth. As she thought that there might be soldiers standing outside the door, her cheeks closed under his large hands.

Winston ordered, slowly pulling out the pillar he had buried in her.

“Take it off.”

At his words, Grace unbuttoned the buttons of her blouse, one by one, starting from her neck. The buttons were small and round.

The buttons slipped from her fingertips every time he moved. As she was struggling to unfasten the button and fiddling with the button in the middle of her bra. Running out of patience, the man grabbed the collar of her blouse with both hands and ripped it wide.

Tak, tak.

Torn buttons popped up in all directions. Her bra was pulled up to her collarbone in an instant, and his thick tongue covered the apex that rose in the middle of the bouncing flesh.

“Heup…”

Grace had to cover her mouth with her hand.

Still, her hands were not enough. As the caresses and moving of his waist became more ferocious, an obscene moan leaked out through the cracks in her weak hands.

Eventually, she came.

“Turn on, ahht, the radio…”

“Haa, you can just not make a sound?”

As soon as the lips that had been sucking her raised tips fell away, a sharp breath brushed through the wet flesh.

“Ha-ugh, do, don’t.”

Taking her hand that had been covering her mouth, Winston clasped Grace’s hands and pressed them against his desk, speeding up his waist.

“Hu-uht…”

Her crushed lower lip trembled. The more she endured the moan, the more the man stabbed her body roughly.

“Ungg, stop…”

The man who looked at the tearful face with strange eyes lowered his head. His wet lips lightly touched the bridge of her nose.

After that, only light kisses continued, like birds touching their beaks.

It didn’t even suit him.

However, the moment she groaned into his mouth as she could not bear the stimulation of the deep digging and her sensory points getting hit, she realized his intention.

Only this man’s mouth was allowed to block her mouth.

…A human whose head has developed in a cruel way.

Grace glared at him and tilted her head. Her lips were intertwined as tightly as between her legs. Like a baby bird eats food that its mother vomited up, the man swallowed her groans with sweetness. His breath became more and more rough, but his eyes softened.

It was different from the night a few days ago when the body was hot but his heart was cold.

Perhaps it was because they locked eyes in a bright place? In the midst of the physical pleasure, their heat seeped through the loosely opened window of the mind. Maybe that was why this man didn’t turn on the light all the way that night.

Suddenly, Grace realized.

Intoxicated with the sense of fullness that filled the empty space, she was smiling without even realizing it.

The moment she came to her senses, the man’s smile also bloomed. The waist stopped moving, silence came as if time had stopped. The two of them stared at each other with confused eyes, frozen as if they had been hit by cold water, and suddenly clenched their teeth.

‘This woman’s heart…’

‘This man’s heart…’

I don’t need it.

The man pulled away from her like someone who had just woken up from a dream and gave a ferocious warning as he grabbed her collar.

“You are my dog. Don’t forget who the master is.”

The two frightened dogs growled as if they were tearing each other to pieces. If they didn’t have each other, they would cling to each other as if they were going to die.

Humans were social animals, they feel insecure unless they interact with other human beings in society. She sought the temporary relief from contact with the only human being in her tiny ‘society.’ And at the end of that short drugging effect, a long side effect of shame followed.

Grace stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom attached to the office and silently reprimanded herself for being pathetic.

Why do I look for relief in a man who makes me insecure?

Why would I seek intimacy from a man who made me lonely?

She looked at herself in the mirror with eyes full of resentment and closed her eyes tightly.

How futile.

Grace splashed cold water on her face, hoping to wash away the remnants of her emotions, much like the murky liquid flowing between her legs.

As she dried her face, she gingerly picked up the silk handkerchief she had carelessly discarded onto the sink’s floor.

Reluctance filled her as she touched the handkerchief saturated with her fluids, but it was terrifying for the maid to see any traces of the affair. Hastily, she vigorously wiped away any remnants and wrung out the handkerchief before placing it in the basket designated for used towels.

After wiping a dry towel between her legs once more, she went outside, tying the collar of her blouse that kept opening under her chest.

Winston sat at his desk while resting his chin.

She thought he was going to go about his business again as if nothing had happened, but his other hand, which was not resting on his chin, was rolling something small.

Grace, who was moving closer to him, frowned. What he had been fiddling with was a button that had fallen off her blouse. She held out her hand to ask for it, but the man clenched it in his knuckles, tilted his head, and stared at Grace.

“Read it.”

As he glanced at the floor, she followed his gaze and saw a yellow folder lying where Grace had been lying.

[ Copy: Regarding the Blanchards’ Post-Revolution Illegal Accumulations and Confiscation of Concealed Property ]

When the title at the top caught her eye, Grace threw a penetrating glance at Winston. That was a report prepared by the Treasury Department. The reason why government secrets should be read to anti-government forces is obvious just by looking at the title.

‘What is concealed property…’

It was a ploy to shake Grace’s trust.

“Reading that is your job today.”

I’ll do what your distant relative told me to do.

When the woman showed her reluctance to pick up the report, Leon opened Sinclair’s envelope. After looking through the thumb-thick investigation records, he took out a blank piece of paper and began writing an investigation report to be sent to the ‘esteemed guest’.

All he had to do was investigate.

He decided to prove his sincerity and ability moderately and stop at the line where there would be no room for getting involved in difficult things. Of course, the King would have wanted to create something without Leon, so he might be accusing Leon of lacking sincerity or ability.

Still, he had no intention of being overly loyal.

If there was a problem with that, the royal family would cut off the tail, and the tail must have belonged to the Winston family.

Leon, who had written a report with only facts, thoroughly excluding opinions and interpretations, suddenly felt that it was too quiet and turned his gaze to the side.

It was amazing.

The woman was asleep on her side with a report that had barely turned a few pages in her hand. The hem of her blouse flowed down, revealing her pale skin and tiny belly button. He wondered if he should cover her with a jacket, but the sun was quite warm, and there was a pleasant smile on her lips.

He picked up a cushion that had fallen under the desk.

“…I’m suffering day and night from your blood relatives, but I can’t believe you’re taking a nap. I am very envious.”

He leaned the cushion against her stomach, being sarcastic at the woman who couldn’t hear it. Staring at her sleeping face, he recalled the seventh definition of this woman.

A descendant born after eating the life of the head of his family.

It would be perfect if the life of the leader of her group would be eaten someday.

The reason why the rebel leadership was trying to get rid of this woman from the royal family. In other words, this woman might turn against the rebels. He found her in a completely unexpected place. It was clear that luck was on his side.

Leon smiled as he tucked the hair covering her pretty face.

Grace. Poor Grace.

Put a noose around the neck of the fiancé who betrayed her… take revenge by destroying the world with her own hands.

‘I’ll make sure you do that.’

Just when he was about to kiss the oath…

“Captain.”

Outside, Campbell knocked on the door, calling him urgently. The woman freaked out and woke up. She hid under her desk without realizing what was going on.

“What is going on?”

As he asked, raising his body, the door burst open and Campbell shouted, clearly flustered.

“The inspector has come.”