âHow do you view the investment value of the Bria Diamond Mine?â
Unlike most men who look at the body or face when meeting a woman for the first time, Jerome unconditionally tested her head first. It was more like a fight than a test, though. In general, the ending was for the woman to degenerate into a doll with an empty head in front of everyone.
Leon checked his watch, thinking it would be arrogant of Jerome to do it to the Grand Dukeâs daughter, and even to the person who would become the next Madam of his family.
âI am not interested in investing in mining.â
âAh, I see.â
She answered the mocking.
âThere are other things I am interested in. I had something to say to the doctor today.â
âThey scathingly ridiculed Professor John Chadwickâs rocket engine theory as an absurd science fiction screenplay written by someone who had no knowledge of high school physics.â
âThatâsâŠâ
âSince Doctor is the editor-in-chief, do you have the same opinion?â
ââŠ.â
âOn the contrary, I saw the reporter who wrote the article as an outsider with an inferiority complex eager to ridicule the pioneers of science to hide their lack of intelligence that they couldnât understand even high school level physics.â
âTate has a bachelorâs degree in physicsâŠâ
âStill, the article was written without understanding rocket science at all. Wasnât it basic to research diligently and then write an article based on understanding? Even if it is for a report, it is a great disappointment that the editor-in-chief passed the article without confirmation.â
Jerome smiled awkwardly as he corrected the glasses that were slipping down his sweaty nose.
âSince there are many articles to check⊠Iâll instruct the reporter to re-cover and correct it.â
âIt would be nice to have a correction and an apology posted on the front page.â
ââŠI will.â
While his gaze at the Grand Lady changed little by little, Leon remembered what had happened at this greenhouse about a year ago.
âWhat is your name?â
âMy name is Sally Bristol, Doctor.â
She was the maid who came to say that Mrs. Winston would be a little late at tea time⊠that was his first impression of Sally Bristol.
âSally,â his motherâs dedicated maid at the time, was only one of the many accessories of the mansion that had no reason to impress him. And, Jerome Winston was a nasty bastard who tried even the head of such accessories.
He didnât remember what kind of pedantic thing Jerome said at that time. All he remembered was the maidâs answer, which was bright but strangely uncomfortable.
âWow, I have a bad head so I donât know what you are talking about, but they are so amazing. Did Doctor discover this? Ah⊠You just read it in a book. Reading books is fun, right? Haha. I also thought that Doctor found it by researching yourself since you said that.â
Leon burst into laughter a year later.
He realized now that the woman had mocked Jerome by pretending to be stupid. From then on, she had a wild side, unlike a maid, but at that time, he didnât care about her, who was just a mere maid, so he ignored her.
âI wonder if the Winston family covers the damage if the research funding is cut off, even innocent readers naively believe in the article.â
âI will take responsibility for that, too. I didnât know you were interested in that, by the way.â
âBecause I have an astronomy degree.â
âAhâŠâ
âSo, did you read that article yesterday, right? According to the reporterâs absurd claims, when the rocket leaves Earthâs atmosphereâŠâ
The roles had changed.
He quietly observed the two of them and smiled. Todayâs tea time was quite fun⊠Jerome Winston being verbally beaten by a woman. While he wanted to see the rare spectacle through to the end, he had more important things to do.
Leon, who was checking his watch repeatedly, proposed to Jerome.
âDoctor Winston, why donât you give her a tour of your lab?â
While walking down the endless green road, Leon did something stupid. He looked back one by one to see if he had ever encountered âSally,â when she was his motherâs maid.
âIâm moderately obsessed.â
His bizarre obsession only points itself at the woman.
The other women, even though they were still naked, looked like chunks of meat. Those who fell for the world of beauty were thought to be idiots. Aside from admiring his father, he thought it was a stupid mistake to be tricked by the prostitute.
However, he visited the prostituteâs daughter from time to time and rushed at her like a mad dog in heat. He had to admit that he was an idiot in this situation.
ââŠNo, Iâm not like them.â
At least he wouldnât lose his life or bet everything he had on her. That girl didnât know that he feared her as much as she feared him.
Even though he was calm and indifferent to everything she did, he reacted violently to her every word and gesture. Leon thought she was conquered though he felt like he was going to be conquered, so he was going to keep her locked up forever.
So, she wouldnât conquer him.
Âș Âș Âș
Rattle, druuckâWhiing.
âHaa, haa.â
The sound of rapid breathing was as regular as the sound of the ventilator. The room was so dark that she couldnât even see her hands. Still, even if the lights were on, Grace wouldnât have been able to see her hands since both her arms were tied behind her back.
Not stopping there, he hung her wrists from the ceiling with a rope to keep her back straight and her weight shifting towards her head.
Balanced with her feet on the floor and her arms tied to the ceiling, Grace muttered expletives.
âSon of aâŠâ
There was no slack in the rope length that hung her arm. He had tied her up like this so she couldnât straighten her back. All she could do was twist her numb body little by little because it felt like her arm would fall off no matter how she moved.
âAhtâŠâ
That awful pervert⊠He did not forget to put a rope between her tightly tied legs. Moreover, he made a thick knot in the place where her cl*toris was.
With each twist, her cl*toris rubbed into the knot. When she raised her head in surprise at the sharp sensation, her arms were pulled and she had to moan again. In addition, as the stimulation continued, her legs were shaking, and it was getting harder to stand up.
Gradually, Grace calmed herself down and chewed on the moment just before this happened.
âŠInterrogation every day at 2 PM, and âtrainingâ every night at 10 PM.
Winston, who was regular without even a minuteâs error, came in today at 1:00 PM.
âTake off your clothes and stand by on time.â
So, there was no way he could not have followed the new rules he had set up only a few days ago. As soon as he entered, he stripped off all of Grace and tied her to the wall in an X shape.
âWho is your master?â
It was a question that she had heard tirelessly, but it was a question that did not come out smoothly even after answering countless times.
Grace gritted her teeth.
Before her eyes, the riding whip in Winstonâs hand flexed flexibly. She glanced fearfully at his fingers, pressing the tip of the whip. The moment he let go of that, she would suffer from burning pain somewhere in her body.
âLeon WinstonâŠâ
She reluctantly replied just before Winston let go of his finger. She could only add as he tilted his head as if waiting for something.
ââŠSir.â
âYou understood well? Though why wonât my little mouse listen to her masterâŠâ
The tip of the whip brushed the nape of Graceâs neck, and she lowered her head and trembled.
âDo you think a revolution led by a small number of people is possible?â
Today, too. Winston started the interrogation and criticized the Revolutionary Army. It was a trick to shake the mind with speeches pretending to be logical and to make them doubt their comrades and the cause.
âHow can a revolution without the support of the people be called a revolution, isnât it a rebellion?â
Grace spoke in her head no matter what Winston said.
âThe revolution that won the support of the people ended up failing.â
The tip of the whip, which had been going down the nape of her neck, passed her collarbone and made its way to her breastbone.
âBecause of the heads of the corrupt and disorderly revolutionary government. You must have learned history at school, so you know it.â
Textbooks fabricated by monarchy pigs.
âHuhtâŠâ
Soon, the tip of the whip flicked her n*pples.
âIâm giving valuable lessons, but youâre not listening well.â
âAh-hhtâ!â
The piece of rugged leather pushed the n*pple into the flesh and dug it out. As she struggled with the unbearable pain and pleasure, the heavy piece of flesh hanging from her shoulder swayed mercilessly.
As always, the way he looked at her changed. Then, the purpose of the interrogation would change in an instant.
âYes, go on a rut. Get the interrogation out of your head.â
However, today was different. Winston checked his wristwatch and let out a short sigh before continuing the interrogation.