Try Begging

Chapter 94

“Candy girl, give me my candy.”

Grace glared at the man with the cigar.

Winston sat cross-legged in the chair while she sat at the end of the table with her legs spread wide. As always, that man satisfied his twisted appetite by her shame alone.

“I gave you the money. Oh, keep the change.”

The tip of his cigar pointed to the band of her black stocking, where a stiff bill was stuck between the band and her thigh. The amount written on the bill was too much for a piece of candy.

If she had been a candy girl selling candy at the cabaret, she would have been delighted with it, saying it was a windfall. However, Grace, who lived in prison, did not need that large amount of money. That was even insulted. Besides, despite calling them candy girls, they were actually treated as vending machines.

The man urged, tapping the wristwatch on her left hand. Grace glared at him and moved her hand between her legs.

“Huht…”

As soon as she pressed the round ‘vending machine button’ with her fingertips, her body jumped as her lower stomach tightened. The feeling of the candy buried in her flesh rattling was vivid.

Still, none was showing signs of coming out.

The way the vending machine worked was simple, as that b*stard explained. She would have to press the button until her body spits out the candy. So in a word, pleasuring herself in front of him until she felt the climax equal to the number of candies.

Grace reluctantly moved her fingers and glared at the man sitting across from her.

Winston, who had been staring at her between her legs, grinned again as he bit the cigar the moment their eyes met. He looked quite amused.

‘…Yeah, he was that kind of guy.’

He had been kind enough a while ago that it made her forget about it for a while.

Winston sat back in the chair and watched her. In terms of his posture, it gave off an atmosphere that he was buried in a luxurious leather chair rather than a cheap iron chair.

He was half-naked, wearing only black woolen trousers, but it didn’t feel vulgar.

From the wide shoulders to the belly without any flab, the clearly split muscles stood out, rather like a magnificent sculpture. It made her feel all the more lowly as she moaned in primal pleasure with her legs apart. The man knew that better than anyone and never missed an opportunity to mock her.

“Ah, hup…”

Covering her mouth with her left hand and poking between her legs with her head down, the man suddenly stood up.

He leaned over and pressed his lips gently to the back of her hand that was covering her mouth. It was as polite as a kiss on the back of a lady’s hand, but instead of admiration, his eyes contained mockery as he looked at her closely where their breath could meet.

“The woman of the great commander-in-chief and the princess of the noble royal family is putting on a m*sterb*tion show in front of this lowly monarchy pig, like a useless showgirl in the red light district.”

Winston sat down again.

“I can’t help but feel sorry.”

It was the first time she had ever seen someone say that he was sorry with such a mean smile.

“Please throw away this useless thing.”

“You are still dreaming in vain.”

The man laughed and glanced between her legs. If she wanted to get out of this, she had no choice but to finish it quickly.

Grace gritted her teeth and moved her hand. However, the increasingly obsessive gaze was too much to bear. When she saw the eyes that glistened with ridicule and joy, the soaring pleasure at her fingertips faded away like an ember in cold water.

As soon as she was about to close her legs in embarrassment, Winston reached out to her. He stopped his hand just before the tip of his red-lit cigar touched the tender flesh on the inside of her thigh.

“If you don’t like being the candy vending machine, would you like to be an ashtray?”

When she spread her legs before the bloody warning was over, he put the cigar in his mouth again and pushed her calf hanging from the end of the table with his black shoe to spread her legs even wider.

“You are usually good at it. What is wrong with you today?”

It was different then and now.

It couldn’t be the same now as when she forgot who she was in the violent pleasure that stirred her stomach. And when Grace came to her senses after that moment passed, she always held her reddened face in shame and regretted it.

“Huht, I will, kill you… with the guillotine, aht!”

Leon laughed.

The woman lowered her head and muttered the bloody curse words with his tie on her head like a ribbon.

She wasn’t scary, she was cute.

It was also cute how she closed her eyes tight and rolled her cl*toris impatiently as if she couldn’t concentrate if he were in front of her. It seemed that her strategy of pretending to be alone worked as her opening trickled love liquid little by little and wet her secret place.

Through the cracks in the reddish flesh, the bright red candy peeked out.

“It’s coming out. Just a little more strength, darling.”

As soon as he acted like he was cheering on his wife giving birth to a child, the candy was sucked inside.

“Crazy b*stard…”

The woman muttered swear words, and Leon laughed softly.

“You can’t even do such a simple thing properly. How pathetic.”

He threw the cigar into the ashtray and picked up the bottle.

As he took a sip of the strong wine, his throat bulged. The man lowered his head between Grace’s legs as soon as he let go of the bottle. Goosebumps ran through her whole body at the unfamiliar feeling of his wet lips touching her opening.

“What are you doing right now, ha-uht…”

The feeling of the soft flesh digging into her stomach was even more strange. The moment the tip of his tongue whipped around her tender flesh, Grace shuddered.

“Ahk, stop!”

It was different from his pillar, that was pushed in with ignorant force. Every time the tip of his tongue delicately tickled each sensitive point, it felt as if goosebumps spread all over her body.

She was afraid of that subtle pleasure.

In the meanwhile, his tongue, which had been sucking at her opening, sank deeper and deeper. The slippery piece of flesh burrowed into her and was suddenly pulled out. When the tongue, which had been slowly moving in and out as if tasting her, suddenly sped up, he hit her inner flesh until the sound of wet rubbing leaked out.

“Haa, really dirty…”

Her body was shaking convulsively. The inner wall tightened, and the candy inside clattered.

The hand that was pushing his head, which was buried between her legs, lost its strength. No, actually, she relaxed.

Her vision flashed. Obviously, the tongue that stirred her was extremely soft, but her breath became uncontrollably rough. It was not enough to feel it with such a bizarre thing, she was enjoying it now. Although she was disgusted with herself, Grace didn’t say stop

The tongue, which flexibly dug into the flesh, eventually found its target. The tip of his tongue curled up inside and rolled out the candy.

As soon as the candy came out of her, it rolled into the man’s mouth.

Lifting himself up after kissing her folds like they were lips, he looked down at the woman’s weary face and smiled contentedly before lowering his head. As his lips parted, his tongue, which had been licking Grace’s stomach, scratched her lips and the inside of her cheeks.

The taste of cherries and rum spread in his mouth, and their noses touched.

The man handed the candy, the juices all sucked out by him before parting his lips. Pushing up the tie that had fallen down to her forehead and carefully tidying up her disheveled hair as friendly as treating a lover. His hand, carefully tucking her hair behind her ear, went behind her back.

As the hand reappeared, it was holding a wallet in his hand.

“One more.”

She was being treated like a prostitute again—a stiff bill stuck in her stocking band again.

He really was someone she couldn’t come to like.

The man even kindly moved her hand from the inside of her thigh to her opening. Grace glared at his pale eyes as if they were not human. He lightly kissed her on the cheek that had bulged from the candy, then slid his lips along the skin of her neck.

The shirt covering her shoulders was pulled down, and his lips touched her bare chest. After leaving red marks on her pale skin like a signature, he snapped at her n*pples.

“Ung…”

She was obviously drunk and had lost her senses. However, every time the flesh was sucked vigorously, the alcohol’s influence was lifted and her senses were awakened sharply.

At such times, even her timid hand movements on her cl*toris were overly stimulating.

A button came undone from the bottom of the shirt.

The hand that had been moving up the flat stomach, pulling back her clothes, stopped the moment it touched the concave groove while the palm of his hand pressed against her shoulder. Grace leaned over, and the saliva-soaked n*pple slipped out of his lips.

The man picked up the bottle and tipped it over her belly button.

Drip, drip.

As the caramel-colored liquid dripped from the spout of the bottle and filled her belly button, he put down the bottle and lowered his head.

“Pervert…”

Kneading together intelligence, power, and a twisted sexual desire, the mo

nster was covered with an elegant human shell.

That was the formula for creating a man named Leon Winston.