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‘This foolish woman might die as per her fiance’s orders.’
It was something he couldn’t say until he broke the brainwashing that sealed this woman’s thinking like a hard-shelled egg.
“A week ago, Lambert Camp was raided.”
He just hoped that this news would give even a crack in the eggshell.
“They dug tunnels and set off homemade bombs and even knocked down the fence. During the raid, three rebels were killed.”
The woman’s eyes darkened as if she was saddened to hear that her comrade had died.
“Do you know who to spend that exorbitant cost on?”
“….”
“An old man who is about to die.”
Lambert Camp.
After thinking for a moment, Grace remembered the person who had been imprisoned there.
He had been a member of the Blanchard Revolutionary Army for nearly fifty years. He was truly indispensable to his comrades for his skill in forgery and disguise. She had also learned several skills from him.
‘…Thank God.’
Originally, radical operations in heavily guarded camps were not well used. The probability of failure and the damage are high.
‘But now, uncle can live the rest of his life in peace.’
It was a joyous moment for her.
“It’s too early to be happy about it. One of the three killed was him.”
At those words, the woman’s face instantly turned dark. She gazed at him with confused eyes as if she couldn’t believe his words.
“Apart from what a stupid and incompetent leader Jimmy Blanchard Jr. is…”
The woman’s eyes sharpened as he criticized her fiancé.
“Why would he save that old man at the risk of losing him as well?”
Grace gritted her teeth as Winston began to observe her obsessively, looking for signs of agitation.
He’s trying to shake my faith again.
This is a trick. This would be a lie. It would be easy to make up a story for someone who doesn’t read the newspaper or read the radio.
Winston, who was staring at Grace, murmured with a sigh.
“Yes, you can’t believe me.”
He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and unfolded the neatly cut piece of newspaper in front of Grace’s eyes.
⎡ Lamberton concentration camp, due to the raid of the Blanchard rebels… ⎦
As she read through the rather long article, her eyes, scanning the letters, gradually lost their speed. That uncle’s skills were amazing. There must have been something needed, and the captured comrades must be rescued.
But, what about her?
…No. What was she thinking?
‘Don’t be fooled by this person’s tricks.’
Grace lifted her absent-minded eyes from the knight and smiled as she stared directly at Winston.
“Oh, to think that the camp, which boasted tight security, was breached. At this rate, the Palace will be breached soon.”
“The great revolutionary army who penetrated the camp cannot breach the private mansion. At this point, isn’t common sense telling you? They ‘didn’t’ breach it.”
The smile disappeared from Grace’s face.
“Don’t play tricks. Do you think I will turn for you?”
“A b*tch who doesn’t hide that she now knows important information and treats the interrogator with such disrespect…”
“Ack!”
“I’ll step back from playing around.”
As he pushed the chair with his foot, again, the woman screamed as the pearls lined up and hit her cl*toris.
“Ahk, please! St, stop!”
Even though he started to play dirty tricks again, Leon’s eyes weren’t as relaxed as before. It was because what he was staring at sharply was not the naked body in front of him but the poison capsule hidden in his office.
‘Why did they have to kill that woman… The reason why that woman might turn… what is it? I need to know that.’
The eggshell surrounding the woman was much harder than expected. A more powerful and decisive impact was needed.
“Heuk, I’m going to kill you…”
“Right.”
He put the woman who couldn’t even control herself on the bed, far from killing him. Leaving her with her limbs drooping on the sheet and closing her eyes, Leon headed to the bathroom. Upon returning immediately, he held a towel, the washed pearl chain, and the pessary in his hand.
Leon took off her stockings and wiped the woman’s wet lower body with a towel up to her ankles.
“Sally.”
The woman, whose legs spread out and knees raised, followed his touch like a corpse suddenly came to life.
“No…”
Grace clasped her legs together and let out a pained noise. When he called ‘Sally,’ she had to recite a set line. And what happened next was obvious.
“I am so tired.”
“What’s so hard about just lying in bed?”
“Please… just let me go tonight.”
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The woman who was supposed to kill him pursed her lips and complained. Although he didn’t obey, he could feel a tingle between his legs.
“Sally.”
After one more push, the woman let out a long sigh, and she mumbled.
“I want to stay under Captain for a long time.”
It was as if he could hear a cry of ‘Hurry up and get out of here!’ behind the sullen voice.
“Open up.”
At the command, the woman meekly opened her legs, which she had closed without permission. Leon rubbed the inside of her thigh, which was immaculately stained red, with the palm of his hand.
“Uung…”
The woman felt ticklish and grabbed the corner of the pillow with her two hands and shook her thighs.
The frown on her face was no different from the way she looked when she was reaching her climax. She became an insignificant being and seemed to want to get away from him, but the way she resisted was contrary.
Because all her resistance was erotic.
As he spread the thick flesh to the left and right, the thin flesh that had been hanging like a curtain cracked open, exposing the moist flesh. Did all the blood in her body flow to this place? The secret place area, which had been close to the color of peach petals, was rosy red.
Was that woman’s heart that color?
The plump, swollen cl*toris twitched quickly, like a beating heart. He didn’t give her a chance to rest and pushed on, so the aftershock of the climax seemed to last quite a while. The entire pubic area contracted and expanded repeatedly.
Every time that happened, clear water flowed drop by drop from the opening and spread through the cracks in the flesh. The place was soggy, making it look like it hadn’t been wiped clean just a moment ago.
He wanted to bury himself deep in this ripened place. Then, would the pleasure she felt right now be conveyed to him as well?
Leon asked, removing his hand from her secret place.
“Don’t you think it’s selfish for you to enjoy yourself and finish alone?”
The woman stared at the black wall with her blank eyes. She seemed to still be out of breath, her chest swollen and puffy, swaying vividly.
Leon rummaged through the drawer of the bedside table next to the bed and pulled out a tube the size of his palm. As he began to apply spermicide to the inside of the pessary’s concave side, the woman turned her head to look at him.
Dissatisfaction filled her eyes.
The woman resisted desperately when he brought the contraceptive to her for the first time. After arguing for nearly an hour and even physically fighting, the pessary was finally put in after tying her limbs like during an interrogation.
She didn’t resist, but she glared at him with those eyes every time.
“I don’t know why you refuse to have children as you wish.”
“The surest way not to have children is not to do it.”
“Sorry. It’s not in the options.”
The woman cupped her legs as he brought the stopper generously filled with the spermicide close to her opening.
“Then just…”
She hesitated. Even though he already knew what she was going to say, Leon was amused by her shyness. He pretended not to know as he rushed her answer.
“Just?”
“While that…”
As if the woman had trouble speaking any further, she averted her eyes and whispered.
“Take it out.”
Leon stretched out his index finger and placed it in the woman’s mouth. The tongue was crushed by the tip of his finger.
“I didn’t know you enjoyed sucking my c*m so much?”
The woman’s eyes widened even more. As he removed his finger, she muttered, biting her lip.
“It’s terrible to do it inside.”
“Gosh, I’m thrilled.”
“It’s dirty.”
When the woman spat out the words, Leon laughed. He held the woman’s cheeks together with one hand and shook them lightly.
“You’re a fussy prostitute. Is your body a sanctuary? You’re not afraid because you look cute, making proper demands.”
Water began to form in the blue-green eyes that glared at him. As he let go of her face, the woman turned her head and muttered her vows.
“I will kill you.”
“Yes, do that when you’re free, but now, spread your legs.”
“….”
“Hurry.”
The woman spread her legs apart, but she blinked her big, teary-eyed eyes for a while as she seemed to think she had become a puppy.
Leon pulled a hand on one side of her folds.
The thick, clumped folds were gently crushed under the pressure of his thumb. The texture was good. When he gripped the soft flesh with his index finger and thumb and pulled it, the thick flesh spread thinly.
He put her folds between his fingers and rubbed them, enjoying the woman’s reaction.
“Uungg… Ahh, just do it quickly….”
“If you say that, I don’t want to end it quickly.”
In fact, even if she didn’t say so, he had no intention of ending it early.