Chapter 35

Chapter 35

“Huht…”

The moment the woman closed her eyes tightly, Leon grabbed the pale pink flesh that shivered.

The soft texture was similar to her lips… If he had to compare which one he liked more, he would choose the flesh that he was now taunting with the tip of his tongue. It was satisfying to see her respond honestly to the lewd tongue teases.

Her n*pples did not lie, unlike its master. The flesh, which had only been soft, rose up in an instant, and then it came together hard.

It looked good to devour.

When Leon took a deep breath and swallowed even the reddish areola, the woman struggled and moaned.

“Ahh…”

As he licked up the round bumps with his wet tongue, it felt like rolling a plump, ripe raspberry in his mouth.

…If he bit it, would juice come out?

“Ah!”

Rattle.

The moment the soft flesh was pressed against his teeth, the handcuffs slammed against the armrests. The woman’s limbs trembled. One of her breasts, which he had not yet touched, swayed wildly up and down.

“It hurts. Don’t bite.”

The moment the woman whispered in his ear, Leon couldn’t hold back his moan. The pleas from Blanchard’s rats were always sweet. But, one of the most difficult rats to catch—Little Riddle—naked and tied up, making a strange plea to him, it was insanely sweet.

“Ahhkk!”

It was a mistake to expect the devil to do a favor.

Winston rushed in even more excitedly. He grabbed her breast with his large hand. It wasn’t enough, so he slapped it harshly and squeezed it hard to crush it.

The reddish flesh swelled and protruded from between his long fingers.

His tongue was also teasing violently, and he raised his eyes. The devil’s mouth, observing Grace’s reaction, rose at an angle.

“Huht… please!”

Even though she didn’t want to show any reaction, she failed miserably.

Each time the hot hand gripped the sensitive flesh or the cold blade touched her bare back, Grace trembled. When his tongue brushed her n*pples, an indescribable strange feeling surged sharply, and she unknowingly let out a strange sound.

At the same time, it was also a job to hold back her tears because of the humiliation that came upon her.

Her torn lips hurt, and she couldn’t even bite her teeth.

“You filthy pig! What are you doing to Grace! Stop it now…!”

Fred’s scream echoed through the torture chamber amidst the frenzy. After the sound of undressing, the sound of promiscuous sucking and moaning followed, and he was infuriated.

“AAHH!”

He couldn’t stand the reality that the woman, who had always been pure to him, was making lewd sounds, so he tried to cover it up with screams. Winston clicked his tongue, letting go of the n*pple he was biting abruptly.

Fred screamed, unaware that Winston’s bloody gaze was directed at him.

“Is that the command he received? Annoying me whenever I have fun with my comrades?”

“How could you do such a dirty thing—huuhh… I will kill you!”

Leon snorted at the threat that was neither scary nor cute.

“I do this with the permission of the body’s owner, but does the fiancé have the right to argue with someone who is nothing? What do you think, darling?”

As he asked that, his hand gripped her chest and ran up her collarbone before up to the nape of her neck before stroking her face in a creepy, tender way. Grace shuddered at the way he spoke and acted as if he was treating a lover.

“Hm? Miss Riddle, do you think you deserve to blame me rather than the traitor who willingly sold you to me?”

Grace shook her head briefly as Winston rushed for an answer by stroking her earlobe.

“Then, tell that guy clearly.”

Grace closed her eyes once tightly and uttered to Fred.

“Fred, please shut up.”

However, Fred, whose reason was already paralyzed, did not listen.

“Don’t do that. Please, let her go…”

He shook his head at Grace’s request. As she stared at Fred, who was constantly screaming, she thought he wanted to threaten him or gag his mouth though Winston wasn’t that commonsense person.

“Have you ever let him suck you?”

Grace gave a disgusted look and shook her head. At that, a crooked smile appeared on Winston’s face.

“Oh, dear… I’m doing pretty brutal things right now.”

The next moment, he grabbed the heavy chunk of flesh one by one and licked her chest bone. Soon, the flesh began to rub against each other and make a sticky, strange sound.

“What, what are you doing now?”

“Torture.”

It was to make a louder stranger noise so Fred could hear it. Grace shuddered in contempt, trying to get out of her grasp.

“Huhk… Please, stop.”

Nonetheless, with her hands tied, it was impossible. She had to endure Winston’s vulgarity. His lips bit the tip of the trembling chest. The sensitive sensory points were quickly swept away, and they were constantly slapped with his soft flesh.

“Huht…”

Grace, finding an erogenous feeling she had never known before, made sparks run sharply through the secret place between her legs. Each time his relentless mouth mocked her, sparks flashed in front of her eyes and her breath snapped.

Slurp.

“Ahhk!”

He sucked on her n*pples long as if for it to be heard, making the noise louder.

“Ah, aht—stop…”

This cruel man couldn’t listen to her plea.

“Keep your voice down, honey. There is someone else.”

“Huhp. Huhk, please… Ha-uhk…”

When she clenched her teeth in an attempt not to moan, Winston grabbed Grace’s cheek and forced her mouth to open. An unrefined, sultry sound was constantly flowing out of her mouth, matching his tongue.

The creaking and groaning of the iron chair was mixed with the woman’s voice and the squeaky friction.

Fred’s screams continued as if competing with the vulgar noise.

“AAHH! You dirty bastard!”

Fred, who had been swearing as if he was the one being assaulted, ended up saying something he shouldn’t have said.

“You dare to r*pe the commander-in-chief’s woman?”

At that moment, Winston’s eyes looking up at Grace, suddenly changed.

“The Commander-in-chief will tear you to shreds and kill you.”

“Please shut up, Fre—ugh!”

She couldn’t finish her cry. It was because the large hand grabbed her slender neck tightly. The tips of his thick thumb and forefinger dug under her chin and lifted her body. Grace struggled to get his hand off, but it was in vain. Only the rings of the handcuffs dig further into her wrists.

“Kugh…”

The eyes that gleamed with dazzling madness gradually faded.

“Was your fiancé that bastard?”

His hand on her neck trembled noticeably. Even the trembling of his voice, which he uttered with malicious words, made goosebumps rise all over her body.

“Ugh… Help…me.”

Grace felt her bones tingle, knowing that the anger he had shown thus far had been nothing compared to this.

“Send a woman he was about to marry… Did he underestimate me as a man who can’t even act as a man?”

Everyone knew that such a rumor was circulating about him, who had mysophobia because his relationship with women was poor. Winston himself, and also the head of the Revolutionary Army. It wasn’t entirely wrong to say that Jimmy had looked down on Winston and sent his fiancé away since he believed the rumors and had Grace infiltrate.

“Right, but it must have been a bit embarrassing for me to stand up and jump on it.”

It wasn’t wrong either.

“So, what did you do with that bastard?”

“Kugh…”

“I asked if you had s*x with that bastard?!”

The ferocious cry echoed in the torture chamber. There was no trace of reason in his eyes that were cold to the bone.

“Ah, ah…”

No voice came out. Grace hurriedly shook her head with a red-hot face.

“What about me?”

Do whatever you want. Do whatever you feel like.

It really felt like she was going to die. Now, if only her life could be saved, spreading her legs would feel like nothing.

“Gasp—Haak…haa.”

As soon as she nodded, Winston loosened his grip.

Without the strength to control her body, Grace collapsed into the arms of the man who was trying to kill her and took a quick breath.

“Hey, Fred. Your noble Blanchard’s finest prostitute won’t let your commander-in-chief, but I can.”

Then, he took the key out of his pocket and unshackled her.

There were red marks on her wrists. Grace had to kneel between his legs without a chance to rub her sore wrist. The hand, holding the dagger that lit up blue, soon gently caressed her white lips. Grace didn’t know the meaning of that hand.

Please, don’t kill me.

He didn’t seem to listen to what she added with difficulty as she was holding her breath.

“Tell Little Jimmy wisely. His fiancé gladly agreed to Captain Winston.”

At those words, not only Fred but also Grace trembled in white. No. There was no way Fred would break his orders and do what that person said.

Fred, please don’t tell him.

“And, how gladly the Princess of the revolution sucked the d*ck of the monarchy pig.”

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