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VOLUME 1
Letter
A trap named Sally Bristol A
monster named Winston A
nightmare named Daisy

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LETTER
Good maid
Cunning spy.
Heartbreaking first love.
The daughter of the enemy you want to kill.
And a fugitive who disappeared with his
son. The woman had many names.

A TRAP NAMED SALLY BRISTOL

The moment I opened the kitchen door, the smell of
various ingredients and hot steam hit me. The maids
were busy preparing lunch, not having time to look
around to see who opened the door.
There was no need to look back.
It was an ordinary maid who entered the kitchen,
noisy with the sound of cutting knives and sizzling
oil.
A black maid's dress that skimmed her knees, a
spotless white apron and straight brown hair. She
was as common a feature as a crystal chandelier in
the Winston mansion.
The maid took a wooden tray, a deep dish and a
spoon out of the cupboard. I went to the cupboard
full of colorful jars and took a white bread and two
hard-boiled eggs from the basket, and then someone
started talking to me.
"Are the guests from the annex still there?"
Mrs. Appleby, the head cook, clicked her tongue as
she pulled a freshly baked meatloaf from the oven.
The young maid pursed her lower lip, pretending to
be sullen as usual.
"That's right, I still wonder if I can get out today."
"Tsk tsk, Sally, you're really struggling."
As soon as Mrs. Appleby had placed the mince pies
on the large table in the middle of the
kitchen, he held out his empty hand to a maid named
Sally.
"Give me this."
Taking the empty soup bowl, the wife opened a large
pot by the stove, filled it with the cold soup and put
it on Sally's tray. All that floated in the bowl were
crumbled bits of ingredients.
"Doing that dangerous thing alone without Ethel
without words."
Ethel was a middle-aged maid who was in charge of
the 'private room' in the basement of the annex along
with Sally until a month ago. Now, she was a person
who would be on a ship bound for the New World,
dreaming of making her fortune with her gambling
husband.
All the employees at Winstons Manor felt sorry for
Sally, who was left alone with the loathsome,
reluctant job. But she never said she would help.
Sally, on the contrary, let yourself go.
Talk to Mrs. Belmore. Or save someone else
or you increase the weekly salary.
"I guess I should."
But Sally would never go and ask such a favor of the
head maid.
Sally took the tray and went out the side door on the
west side of the mansion. A gravel path ran through
the neatly mowed green grass.
Before long, the seemingly small outbuilding came
so close that the sharp barbed wire on the fence was
clearly visible.
In the clear springtime of fluttering cherry blossom
petals, the detached building emitted only a gloomy
aura of winter. Still. It was like a haunted house,
where screams echoed endlessly in the basement.
When she saw the soldiers standing guard at the
front door of the annex, Sally moistened her dry lips
and lifted them.
"Hello,
Martin." "Hi,
Sally."
The soldier she saw every day opened the iron gate
without asking any questions. So it wasn't him who
made her lips dry.
Sally walked slowly toward the entrance of the
annex, peeking around the corner of the front lawn.
The owner of this mansion, Captain Winston, had no
car. It meant he had not yet returned from the unit.
Excellent.
I went straight into the cool building, went down to
the basement and walked down the hallway on the
left as I was accustomed to. The soldier guarding the
iron door in the middle of the hallway opened the
door as soon as he saw Sally.
The tight security was threefold. It means there is
one more group left to run away from.
When I turned the corner to the right, two soldiers
were sitting in chairs and chatting.
"Hello."
"Hi, Sally."
In front of the soldier was a rough black iron door
that was firmly closed. It was a place that emitted an
aura far from the luxurious quarters of the mansion.
"Have you two eaten?"
Sally smiled wide-eyed as she approached the
soldiers.
"No, food is still served..."
The private with the name tag 'Fred Smith' on his
chest replied as he carefully glanced sideways at the
corporal seated next to him.
"I'll bring it from the main building soon."
In the midst of hunger, there was no one who would
not take the bait as the smell of soup emanated even
from the story of the meal.
"What's on the menu today, Sally?"
"It's a meatloaf. As soon as I opened the kitchen door,
the savory smell was overwhelming. I was
salivating."
The corporal's blurry eyes flashed in an instant.
"ah... Isn't it okay if I'm late this time too?"
The private, who had not yet shed his boyishness,
looked at the corporal and hinted a word. Then he
gave Sally a puzzled look. Her eyes looked like a
puppy's begging for praise, but she pretended not to
see and just looked at the corporal's face.
"Damn it... I'm sick of consommé soup..."
Whoever does not know will say that a man tired of
good cooking knows neither fraction nor gratitude.
But if you give a portly young man a bowl of soup
consisting of chicken meatballs and some vegetables
for lunch, you're bound to complain.
The practice of generously giving expensive meals to
ordinary soldiers who were not officers was actually
rooted in Mrs. Winston's vanity and coldness, for
which there was no reason to be grateful.
"I don't seem to have baked some.... You must go to
the restaurant quickly before it's too late. I'll close
the door.
The corporal made a worried face as Sally held the
tray in one hand and pulled a black key from her
pocket.
"The captain said you couldn't let Sally in.
alone..."
At the end of the blurred words, I felt signs that she
would lean to one side just by touching. Sally raised
her eyebrows and smiled as if it didn't matter.
"You're fine. I don't think that guest was violent. I'll
put the tray down, pack the clothes and leave right
away. Greg is out there.
He looked at the soldier guarding the iron gate across
the corner. Only then did the corporal reluctantly get
up.
-Smith, let's go.
As the two men disappear around the corner, Sally
opens the heavy iron door with her key. Sighing, the
door creaked and retreated inside. The fishy smell of
blood flowed from the two-handed gap.
Sally moistened her dry lips again and reached into
the dark room. The switch was immediately in my
hand.
With a click, all four lights on the wall came on at
the same time, but the room was not brightly lit. It
was because the walls and even the floor and ceiling
were black.
When the light came on, a middle-aged man huddled
in a narrow bed against the wall shivered. Sally
quickly entered the 'private room' and closed the
door.
"Dude, it's me."
The 'guest in the private room', who had been tensing
his whole body, let out a long sigh and relaxed. He
still couldn't see Sally's face because it was blinding,
but he could hear her voice clearly.
The man's face was not a word. I have seen countless
times that an animated face dries up like a corpse the
moment you enter this room.
However, if the face was that of a man from the
village whom he had known since childhood, his
heart ached even more.
"I brought you a meal."
Sally walked over to the small table at the foot of the
bed. Meanwhile, the man tried to get up, but he
couldn't get halfway up and let out a pain-filled
groan.
She placed the tray on the table and quickly
approached the man. As she helped him sit in the
chair in front of the table, she said nothing formal
about whether he was okay.
I know this now because I have been through it many
times.
That cheap comfort of asking if you're okay can be a
catalyst for a person who is enduring all sorts of
terrible tortures with thin minds and endurance.
Without a word, he handed me a spoon and began
to peel the hard-boiled egg. The man had all his
fingernails pulled out, so he couldn't even do the
simple task of peeling an egg.
"Did something go wrong last night? Last night there
was a party at
the main building, so they called me..."
"No, great, great."
When the man began to cough, Sally poured water
from the teapot on the table into a cup.
I was lucky, though. You were allowed one meal and
water a day. There were times when I wasn't even
given water, let alone food.
When I got my dry throat out, my coughing
subsided. Sally pulled a small vial from his pocket
before he lifted the spoon again.
"Eat this first."
It was an analgesic potion with morphine. As the
man waited and opened his mouth, Sally poured a
dropper of painkiller into his mouth.
I hid the medicine bottle in my pocket and finished
cracking the egg. Meanwhile, I kept talking to the
man who was busy eating the soup. I have to finish
the conversation quickly and leave before someone
arrives, so there's no time to wait until I finish the
meal.
"You didn't say anything?"
"..."
The man stopped the spoon and looked up. There
was bitter contempt in his eyes.
This also happened every time.
Sally could not be willing to ask questions of a
colleague who had been tortured for days. Are you
interrogating? Are you monitoring? She could even
hear such an illusion.
But she couldn't help it either. If there is leaked
information, we will know as soon as possible to
deal with it. Otherwise, not only the guy, but also the
lives of others could be in danger.
"You know you have to be honest, right?"
"... does not exist."
The man looked at Sally for a long time, then dipped
his head into the bowl of soup and spat out a reply. It
was like spitting.
"I think we'll move sometime today. I'll send
someone over as soon as I know where it is. So don't
ever open your mouth and be patient with me a little
longer. you know? People on the rescue team don't
know about failure..."
It was time to pour out the last request.
Muffled footsteps came from behind the door of the
torture chamber. It was too early for the two soldiers
to have finished eating.
Sally stopped talking and quickly went to the bed.
As she was removing one side of the blood-stained
blanket, the door burst open.
"... Sally Bristol, what are you doing here?
Her voice, slow and soft as a falling feather, pierced
his spine with force. Why was Captain Winston back
now?
Sally cradled the roughly stripped sheet in her
arms and slowly turned away. A young private
clung to the wide open door with a rigid posture.
Meanwhile, a man in a light gray trench coat over his
shoulders entered without hesitation. Under the
billowing coat, the officer's black uniform hung with
medals in colors as straight as a ruler.
Every time a medal was added to that place, Sally
got sick. It was because the stench of blood seemed
to emanate from the medal.
"Hello, Captain. I was serving lunch to a
customer and packing the clothes.
With an innocent face that said he didn't know
anything, there was a bit of puzzlement on his face
and he said, "Why are you asking me again when
this is something I always do?"
"You alone."
"Yes. Aunt Ethel quit a month ago..."
"under..."
Winston lifted his lips softly and let out a low
chuckle. However, the frozen eyes were not smiling
at all.
Another urge to moisten her parched lips arose, but
Sally resisted. She didn't know if the author would
notice if she showed that she was nervous.
'I bet you didn't figure that out by now, did you?
There are plenty of excuses to make if you ask what
the conversation was about...'
Outside, he just blinked and tilted his head,
pretending to be puzzled as he urgently plotted all
sorts of strategies inside.
Winston stood between the man at the table and
Sally. Because of his height and size, she felt
intimidated as if she were facing a barrier.
After looking at the man whose hands already
trembled with cold eyes for a moment, he removed
his angular hair. His fingers, which were spread with
sharp fingers, carefully brushed the blond hair,
which was as cold as his eyes.
"I know, Sally. I mean, you know that's not the case."
He lightly reprimanded Sally in a tone that seemed to
be admonishing even a lover, and suddenly turned
away. The tip of the riding whip in his black leather
gloved hand was pointed at the second lieutenant,
who was like his lieutenant.
"Campbell, get those guys guarding the door right
now."
A terribly low voice. At that moment, the
hallucination of the whip cutting through the air and
tearing flesh echoed in Sally's head.
Sally was standing like a culprit against a wall with
the quilt in her arms.
As he waited for the soldiers, Winston looked around
the torture chamber as if he was seeing it for the first
time. A shiver ran down his spine as he lifted the
chain hanging from Sally's side and playfully placed
it in front of her neck.
I wish I could bring you But if you don't
bring "Captain, I brought you".
Sally sighed inwardly. She couldn't tell if it was
relief or frustration.
The lips of the two soldiers were greasy, as if they
had been brought in while eating. The corporal
saluted with a tense face. The blade of his hand on
his forehead trembled slightly.
"Captain, did you call?"
"Well, why did I call you? Take a guess."
He spoke lightly, as if he were talking to a friend, but
no one took the situation lightly.
The corporal looked around the torture chamber with
nervous eyes. As for what I did wrong, the answer
must be in this room.
The moment his gaze reached the maid standing
against the wall, a step away from the captain, he
found an answer.
'That guy got in and out quickly, so why is he still
here?'
He curses inwardly and answers his superior in a
terrified voice.
"Ha, he said not to let the maid in alone."
"answer."
Winston's eyes twitched slightly, but the tension in
the torture chamber only increased.
whistling whistle
The whip in his right hand sharply cut the cold air
and lightly struck the palm of his left hand. Every
time that happened, the two soldiers shuddered as if
they had hit me.
"I guess you listened to my instructions because you
had ears, but you couldn't understand because you
had no brains."
"Oh, no."
Then let me tell you why I told you not to let my
Miss Sally Bristol in alone.
Sally's stomach rumbled. 'My Miss Sally Bristol.' It
wasn't just because of that overly gentlemanly but
overly rude title.
Winston moved closer to her and even hugged her by
the shoulder. From the place where his hand touched
the back of her back, the soft hair stood up.
How would another maid behave in this situation?
Sally shook her h e a d quickly, she
She bit her lower lip and placed the back of her cold
hand on one cheek.
I hope my shyness works.
Private Fred Smith's agitated eyes turned a blind eye.
"That ratty looking guy..."
The corporal looked at the man who was frozen like
a piece of wood in front of the table across the room,
then made eye contact with the captain politely.
"He said he could go into heat and attack Sally."
Is Sally in heat? A person who doesn't even have the
strength to lift a spoon might have the strength to
prepare things.
Besides, Sally was a boring woman who was pretty,
but didn't have the corner to arouse a man's lustful
curiosity.
Therefore, the reason did not come to him, but if his
superiors said so, it was so, so there was no other
option.
"Sally, did you hear me?"
Winston finally lifted his hand from Sally's shoulder.
But just as he was about to relax, the fingertip lifted
the tip of his chin.
"This place is dangerous for a frail lady."
"Yes, I'll be careful."
He gave me the answer I wanted right away, but
didn't let go of his chin. He just looked at Sally,
tilting his head as if she was about to kiss him.
You are more dangerous to me.
This time I couldn't help but moisten my parched
lips. The moment the tip of his tongue brushed
against his lower lip, Winston wrinkled his forehead
and pulled his hand away from the tip of his chin.
"Did you all listen well?"
He approached the soldiers who broke the rules.
"This place. weak. for Sally. Dangerous."
Each time the horse stopped, the triangular leather at
the tip of the thin, flexible riding whip jabbed the
soldiers in the stomach. The voice gradually became
fierce, like the roar of an angry lion.
A cold sweat ran down Sally's spine. He and Fred's
third sister were best friends. Besides, I was afraid
that Fred, whom I had seen since he was a baby and
was like my own little brother, would be severely
punished.
Sally bowed her head. Soon, like a frightened rabbit,
her hunched shoulders shook and tears fell from her
big eyes.
"Uh, I'm sorry. It's because I went in on my own. So
the punishment, yes, I will accept it, Captain".
He let out a chuckle and grabbed the hem of his
trench coat and shook it.
"A man becomes a fool the moment a woman cries."
That's what my mother said. However, she told me to
use it sparingly because it doesn't work if I use it too
often.
Is this a man who can't help himself? Winston
stopped the whip that had stabbed Fred in the chest
and approached Sally.
"Sally, no have that do this again again.
huh?
I understand?"
"If yes..."
I tried to wipe away the fake tears with my sleeve,
but he stopped me. Winston's hand cupped his chin.
Soon, the carefully folded handkerchief lightly
pressed each tear stain to steal it away.
Everyone's eyes widened at the behavior that was
uncharacteristic of being cold-blooded. Everyone's
eyes widened as he looked at the handkerchief wet
with the maid's tears and tucked it into the inside
pocket of his jacket.
The handkerchief she once wore was immediately
thrown to the ground. However, it was nothing more
than a handkerchief with the bodily fluids of a
humble maiden.
"Leave your food out."
"Yes, I will."
That was the moment I let my guard down at the
friendly voice as if admonishing a child.
Winston's hand, which had been resting on his chin,
paused in midair and took the thumb of Winston's
Sally's left hand. Soft eyes instantly fixed the day.
Sally's blood ran cold as she followed his gaze.
There was a small piece of eggshell under the nail.
Winston smiled at the pile of eggshells carefully
placed in front of the spy. The eyes were not smiling
at all.
Winston's trimmed fingernails dug under Sally's. The
nails that had penetrated deep as if digging through
flesh were cruelly twisted.
Sally held back the groan of pain that crushed her
delicate flesh. It was a bad habit to endure the pain
of torture even when it wasn't necessary.
Winston silently looked at the white shards clinging
to the tips of his fingernails and swatted them away.
A cold word flew into Sally's head along with the
shell.
"Sally, you are so kind that it bothers me."

***
As I cleaned the adjoining office, a lingering gaze
roamed over Sally's body. It felt like a cheap nylon
brush was sweeping all over my body.
His gaze sometimes tickled, but for a moment it
stung. Without knowing it, I shuddered.
"Captain, if I get in the way, should we clean up
later?"
I turned around and asked politely. Winston had just
turned his attention to the papers on his desk.
The tip of the cigar he held between his fingers was
carefully chewed. He held a golden lighter in his
other hand, probably forgetting to light it.
"No, go ahead. I do my job, you do yours."
He spat the scripted response at Sally's head, staring
at the paperwork. It shouldn't come out anyway, so
she turned her back on it and scoffed the mop. The
end of the chewed cigarette lingered persistently in
my head.
'Did you imagine yourself chewing on something
while looking at me?'
Suddenly, the tips of her breasts hidden inside her
thin bra stung and ached.
Dirty real piglets.
I wanted to leave immediately, but I couldn't.
Because there was an important mission left. What
reassured me was the fact that two soldiers were
standing in front of the door, huddled like statues.
I climbed onto a low chair and slowly cleaned the
shelf. The calf, which was closer to her eye level,
was still tickling her.
'Would I rather clean carpet stains that are not on the
back of the sofa?'
While he was thinking about it, someone knocked on
the door. When the door opened with Winston's
permission, Lieutenant Campbell entered and
saluted.
"Captain, word is that the convoy to Geovan will
arrive at 3:00."
Sally was relieved to learn that a convoy was
approaching the camp. daddy didn't change It was
also Sally's job to identify the double agent in
advance.
"There is still time. You shouldn't get bored with your
guests.
A blood-crazed demon. Hurry up and fall into the hell
that suits you best.
When told there would be another paper, Sally cursed
herself.
"Yes, I'll set it up right away."
When Campbell left, Sally walked over to Winston's
desk. It was an excuse to empty the ashtray, but that
bastard still hadn't lit his cigarette.
She just looked up, head to the papers. Sally smiled
and picked up the tray of empty soda bottles.
Carrying a bucket and a tray of cleaning utensils, I
quietly made my way to the door, the tip of my
chest aching once again.

***

The screams filtering through the cracks in the

torture chamber door ceased.
Before long, Fred came out with a pale face. He was
gritting his teeth to see if he was holding back the
nausea. He took the prison uniform from Sally's
hand and went inside.
Sally pulled the absorbent cotton out of her ear and put
it in her pocket. The letter in her pocket rustled.
The moment the door opened again, I held a bucket
full of cleaning tools in my hands. A group of
soldiers came out and bowed to Sally.
In the middle of it, there was a man who was more
emaciated than at lunchtime. Dressed in prison
uniform, he was being herded like cattle with his
limp limbs and shackles.
Reading the fear in his trembling eyes, Sally gave
him a determined look without a smile on her face.
'The rescue team will definitely go'.
When he saw the hem of his gray coat, he
immediately averted his eyes from it. Coming out
of the torture chamber, Winston had the energy of
a man straight out of a brothel or a cabaret.
It was a fresh face that relieved the accumulated
desires.
"Then take good care of me today."
He patted Sally on the shoulder and disappeared
down the hallway, after which she immediately
began cleaning the torture chamber.
The mattress had to be changed every time the 'guest'
came out. I left the shredded mattress with blood and
dirt in the hallway and groaning I took a new
mattress out of the storage room and put it on the
bed.
Operating the torture chamber was the most arduous
and difficult job in the mansion. Therefore, everyone
was reluctant, but the weekly salary was that high.
So Ethel, a middle-aged maid with a gambling
husband, was in charge for several years.
When Sally first infiltrated the mansion as a maid,
she was in charge of attending to Mrs. Winston.
Dress shopping, ladies refreshments and Mrs.
Winston's whims and gossip. She really had no
nutritional value as a spy.
Then, at the time I built a reputation among the
employees as a good working child, I pretended to
be in need of money because of my sick mother.
as expected. Mrs. Belmore, the head maid, had
hastily assigned her to the annex. A maid who works
well is beautiful, but a maid in need of money is
dangerous. Mrs. Winston's dressing room is full of
expensive things.
Ethel and I were in charge of the torture chamber,
but Ethel began to suspect that Sally snooped around
here often.
"If you're trying to curry favor with the captain that
way, stop. Do you know how many kids have been
kicked out for arguing in front of the captain?
Fortunately, I didn't know the original intent, but it
was against the mission. So I used my brain to kick
him out.
"My distant relative became rich by accident. How
envious. Sometimes, when I come to play in my
hometown, Duduk takes care of the hospital bills.
I wonder where the old maid went. She was so
dazzling from head to toe..."
Ethel, who lives under an endless pile of debt due to
her gambling husband, is dumbfounded when she
hears the story of a gold mine in the New World.
It wasn't a very made-up sound, but Sally's aunt got
really rich developing gold mines in the New World.
Now she lived with a skyscraper in a big city across
the ocean.
My aunt wrote to Sally from time to time asking to
live with her, but she always refused.
They tread on the weak and climb higher and higher.
Accumulating blood-stained wealth like that, they
dress elegantly and eat richly. In the ranks created by
money, they looked no different from real pigs.
This was not the world dreamed of by Sally's late
parents and, by extension, her friends, who were like
family.
'That utopia will feed on the blood of the
revolutionary army and will bear fruit.'
Sally remembered the slogan she used to sing as a
child.
Literally, the blood of the revolutionary army was
clotted between the black stone floors. Scraping it
with a brush, the letter in my pocket rustled.
"I want Sally to be my daughter."
Mrs. Appleby used to lament that Sally waited until
five o'clock every afternoon.
"My daughter only sends letters at Easter and
Christmas."
Sally always ran to Winston's house when a carriage
arrived and delivered a letter. Everyone thought it
was a letter to her mother in the hospital. Only she
and the letter carrier, Peter, knew that in that sweet,
heartfelt text was hidden the code to send to a
colleague.
In today's letter, a message was hidden that the uncle
would be moving to the Geovan concentration camp.
The convoy has already left. I think I should call the
branch immediately, but the mansion phone may be
tapped. The phone will be called as soon as Peter
returns to town.
It's a five-hour drive from here to the camp.
Meanwhile, rescuers near Gurban had plenty of time
to organize a rescue operation and wait. Maybe the
guy will be back in the arms of his comrades before
he gets to the Gurban center.
Sally emerged from the torture chamber, which
smelled of disinfectant and bleach. If you enter the
corridor and turn the corner, there is a laundry slot
leading to the top floor of the annex.
He opened the slot and filled the basket with blood-
soaked clothes. The car was about to take a full
basket to the laundry in the main building.
"Miss Bristol."
A sudden voice over her head made Sally miss the
basket. The wicker basket fell to the floor.
"... Captain?"
When did you come? I didn't hear footsteps at all.
He turned his head and his warm breath touched the
bare nape of her neck. Goose bumps ran up Sally's
forearms.
The tip of his nose sank beneath his sparse hair. His
legs trembled as Winston retracted his nose with his
nose buried in his skin. He wanted to avoid it, but he
was blocked on all sides by cold walls and hot walls
of flesh and bone.
Sally, you smell good.
Everything that smells is blood and disinfectant.
She took a step closer. Trapped between the wall of
the slot and Winston's chest, Sally's heart was
pounding.
'Dangerous. This is dangerous.'
As I pushed against the wall with both hands, a hard
object stabbed between my buttocks. It was easy to
see that it was not a gun. Heat that could not be
blocked by several layers of cloth warmed Sally's
delicate skin.
Please, this way.
The sound of gunfire could be heard around the
corner. please come this way With eyes to see, even
Winston would no longer do dirty things.
But the footsteps stopped just before the corner.
Now, what excuse should I get out of? Sally shook
her head hastily.
She has hidden a gun under her skirt, but she must
not shoot Winston. A year-long mission would be in
vain.
And the moment I found out that I had hidden the
gun, I was afraid that even the letter would be taken
away from me.
As I gritted my teeth and endured, the tip of my
nose, which had been buried in the nape of my neck,
brushed my hair and traced my earlobe. He rubbed
between my earlobes and cheeks, exhaling a hot
breath, and whispered languidly.
"Why are you falling like that?"
Bastard, you don't know, so you ask?
As he turned his head with tears in his eyes, he
suddenly pulled off his black gloves. Sally held her
breath as her long, outstretched fingers groped for a
seam in her side.
Her fingers moved forward and touched the buttons
on his swollen chest. He didn't even touch a hair on
his chest, but Sally's face flushed. It was
because the way he moved his fingertips was no
different from the way he moved a woman's nipples.
Dirty pervert.
"... Captain?"
"Yes?"
Hot breath tickled my ears again. Sally snorted as if
listening.
"I need that money. I have to pay my mother's
medical bills soon. I can do whatever the captain
wants.
Winston dropped in an instant, as if he had been
doused with cold water.
He is a man with severe tuberculosis. More on
gender. More than anyone else, Winston detested a
woman who would pounce on me with her legs
spread wide to make a big fuss.
Sally wiped away her relieved smile and covered her
tearful face. I turned around and saw Winston
leaning against the opposite wall, opening his wallet.
A look of disgust was evident on his face.
"Sally, you're a good boy. Don't swear like
that in front of no man.
"...Didn't you say you were annoying because you
were nice?
Sally's eyes widened like saucers as she grabbed the
wad of bills he held out to her. Winston made a
puzzled look. He opened his mouth to see if he had
anything to say, but only a small sigh came out.
"Thank you, captain."
You must flee while hungry predators open your
gaps. I bowed politely and tried to flee, but they
grabbed my arm.
"Don't get me wrong when I say it's annoying.
I like you."
Is this a confession? Sally
froze in place.
"I like that courage that does not flicker even at the
see blood".
No Only then did he relax and face Winston. The corners
of his lips were adorned with a benevolent smile.
"Any other woman would have fainted by now. Of
course, so would the boys. You are more trustworthy
than the nauseous young recruits.
It was clear that the young recruit he was talking
about was Fred.
"I didn't mean anything else to push you today. Don't
be nice to those rats. They're crafty guys."
Do I know that? I'm that sly rat.
Sally could not hide the smile on her lips. Anyway, that
greedy pig of a monarchy wouldn't know the true
meaning of the smile.
"I want you to stay long..."
Winston let go of her arm. His fingertips ran along
her shoulder and the well protruding knuckles
caressed her cheek.
"I want to be part of the torture chamber."
All my nerves concentrated on the tips of my
bristling hair at the frightening words.
He wants me to remain a servant in charge of the
torture chamber for a long time. She should be. But
that cruel man spat out what they could
to have been kind words in a frightening way.
I was told to become an organ in a monster that
sucks the vitality out of people.
What if that is not the case?
You mean they want to put me in that torture
chamber, put a chain around my neck and pull out
my fingernails? Without anyone being tortured, a
torture chamber is just an ordinary room, nothing
more, nothing less.
Seeing that she didn't know Sally's agitation, it must have
been a simple request to work as a maid for a long
time. But the frightening imagination did not
crumble easily.
"If you get hurt and you lose even a drop of
blood..."
Winston suddenly stopped talking. The hand that
was gently caressing his cheek also stopped.
As if taken by surprise by what I said, his light eyes
went blank. It was as if his eyes, which were always
cold, were silently burning with warm heat.
The stopped hand moved again. Her fingertips felt
unusually warm while her lips were cold.
Winston squeezed the soft flesh and passed it from
one end to the other. Meanwhile, he bit his flushed
lips with white teeth. It looked like it would ooze
blood.
The Camden Vampire.
Sally's face paled as she remembered the nickname
that followed Captain Leon Winston like a coat.
What is this bloodthirsty man imagining about me
right now? Maybe he wants to bite her lip and suck
her blood.
Dangerous. Deadly dangerous.
Sally smiled brightly and clasped her hands together
as if praying. So you can see the bills in your hand
very clearly.
Look carefully. A dirty, snobbish spirit runs in my
blood, like any other woman.
"Thank you for your concern. The captain is really
generous and kind. I also want to work with the
captain for a long time."
As she showered him with merciless praise,
Winston's eyes returned. Sally felt quite relieved
under the cold, sharp-as-a-sword stare.
I immediately turned my back on him and walked
away from him. He didn't catch Sally again until he
reached the corner.
Turning the corner at a fairly brisk pace, he let out a
sigh of relief as he passed the soldiers guarding the
door to the torture chamber. But then, as Winston
had done, he began to bite my lips.
rotten world Unfortunately, it is quite common for
maids to be trampled by the dirty hands of the
master's servant.
But I never heard of such a thing happening at the
Winstons. The Winston brothers were famous for not
paying attention to women.
The eldest son, Captain Leon Winston, was a sadistic
figure that even the royal family, who trusted him,
was known for his polite and gentle attitude towards
women. Even the revolutionary army never took a
woman to the torture chamber.
Jerome, the second son, was more of a gentle scholar
than his older brother, who was a soldier. He had not
difference between his arrogant disposition and
whether it was his family history.
He used to weave women into pedantic discussions
and keep them away from any private curiosity. He
hated women who looked like porcelain dolls with
empty heads more than anyone else.
So, I wonder if she could have imagined it when she
infiltrated this mansion as a servant. One of my
brothers would be hot for me.
The target must not see or hear a spy. Like other
maidservants, she struggled to be treated like a piece
of furniture, but Lee Ja always liked her too much
and hated her too much.
What did I do wrong?
The answer came to my surprise immediately.

****

'late.'
The damn nymphomaniac kept me from making time
for the mail car. Sally ran to the front door of the
mansion.
When I was out of breath, I saw the front door. Peter,
the letter carrier who had been waiting for her while
she chatted with the mansion's doorman, peeked
through the thin bars and laughed.
"You're a little late today, Miss Bristol."
At first glance, it looked like a generous smile in his
eyes, but in fact, he did not know that his
nervousness was a childish reprimand. Because it is
an urgent moment.
"Yes, ha, the captain, looking for me..."
I didn't come here to play, motherfucker.
At the mention of 'Captain', Peter's eyes visibly
froze. Sally smiled, wanting to say that nothing was
wrong, and held out the letter she was holding.
"Please take good care of me today..."
"Exit."
Sally froze at the sudden voice. Behind me, the soft
sound of a luxury sedan's engine roared softly.
"Then I'm done."
Peter snatched the letter from Sally's hand and ran
toward the carriage. As he walked away, the sound
of footsteps on small pebbles behind Sally grew
closer. Casually she turned around and smiled as if
drawn.
"Captain, are you going out? It will soon be dinner
time.
"I have a prior agreement."
He was still wearing his officer's
uniform. 'Isn't this a private pre-
arrangement?'
What other heinous things are you going to do?
There was no one to be more wary of than the
intelligent but diligent enemy.
"I see. Mrs. Winston would be right. Then please
enjoy yourself..."
"Stop the meaningless candy coating."
Once again, the distance became dangerously close.
"Sally, every time I see you, there's something I've
been meaning to ask you."
"... Yes?"
Consider the employee as a cog in the mansion. No
human being wants to ask a question every time he
sees a machine.
What the heck are you curious about, the origin and
family of the maid named Sally Bristol? If it was
something like that, it would have been enough to
recite it with the already close-knit Shin Sang-
myeong generation.
However, if you remember the behavior from a
moment ago, it may be a very raw and private
curiosity.
Nausea and curses were about to come out at the
same time. Sally kept her mouth shut.
"yes..."
For some reason, Winston, who had been looking
her doggedly in the eye, spoke in a relaxed tone. The
questions were neither vulgar nor overly personal,
but Sally came to prefer vulgar curiosity.
"Did you ever go to Abington Beach when you were
a kid?"
Abington Beach. The moment I heard that, my heart
sank.
"Dirty little piggy!"
The mistakes of my inexperienced childhood
replayed in my head like a faded movie. A single day
that summer would take up all of its time a dozen
years later.
'No. If you dare to ask, it's just a feeling, there is no
confirmation.
I was lucky not to skimp on it as a judo paper.
as calmly as possible. That is the only way to live.
"Yes?"
Sally cocked her head to one side as if it didn't make
sense.
"No... My parents are poor, so they could not.
afford to go to such a luxurious resort..."
This time, he bluntly dragged his tongue down. The
corners of his eyes and his lips drooped.
as it weighed on the grief of Sally Bristol, the
daughter of a poor country farmer whose only family
was a mother sick with tuberculosis.
"..."
Winston was speechless again. Just as before
dropping a bombshell under the guise of a question,
he looked into her eyes with tenacity. Are you
looking for evidence of lies or truth in the eyes of the
blue-green sea of Abington Beach?
I want to close my eyes But even if I went back and
closed them, nothing would change.
It wasn't until Sally's maid's blouse began to become
soaked with sweat and cling to her skin that Winston
took his eyes off her.
"Well, yes."
He dropped his beak and grimace and returned to the
car, as if he thought he himself had made an
unreasonable guess.
Soon the iron gate opened and, with the roar of the
engines, Winston drove past Sally. He muttered
under his breath as he watched the car grow smaller
and smaller.
Damn my eyes.

***

The wheels rolling down the driveway, which was

densely paved with square bricks, gradually lost
speed and stopped. The iron gate at the end of the
road was firmly closed.
The butler told me the arrival time in advance.
The driver looked at Leon's expression in the
rearview mirror and immediately honked his horn
loudly. After knocking twice, a middle-aged man
hurriedly jumped out from behind the bars and
opened the door.
The car started up again, and the doorman gave him
an unexpected salute the moment he passed, but
Leon smiled and turned his gaze back to the front.
There was nothing surprising. Isn't Grand Duchess
Aldrich's shy carelessness a day or two?
Still.
It was the Winstons who immediately benefited from
the compromise agreement. The Grand Duchess only
invests with an eye to the future. Then,
Isn't the scales bound to tip one way?
Leon's negligence was simply ridiculous. Shouldn't
there be some expectation, or at least some interest in
this transaction, to the point of hurting his pride?
Oh, the mother might be enraged.
The corners of his mouth, which had been turned up
at an angle, soon dropped back down.
The seemingly endless road was finally coming to an
end. The magnificent mansion at the end was just
one of the many villas of the grand duchess.
Even the villa was designed to overwhelm those who
set foot in it, befitting the Grand Duke's prestige.
However, that also applied to those who lusted after
the Grand Duchess or were in debt. Leon was
annoyed by all this.
When the car pulled up in front of the mansion, the
villa butler walked slowly over. As Leon's personal
assistant, sitting in the passenger seat, quickly got
out and opened the door to the back seat, the butler
applied pomade and trimmed his shiny hair.
"Captain Winston, let me show you the lounge."
On the subject of being a butler, even the polite
greeting was slow, as if he were a grand duke.
Leon closed the folder in his lap and opened the
black briefcase on the seat next to him. Pierce, his
assistant, reached over to do so, but he declined with
a raised hand.
I put down the folder and fountain pen I had been
looking at on the way back and gathered up my
black hair. The carefully combed hair was gently
pressed down and the shape trimmed evenly.
"Captain, if you hurry a little more..."
He got out of the car only after the arrogant butler
bowed and followed the butler into the villa. Pierce,
who promised to follow him,
was bitten. I'm just going to bring a woman anyway.
The Archduke is waiting for you.
But the news that Archduke Aldrich was at the villa
in Camden was unexpected. Entering the drawing
room, the Grand Duke, dressed comfortably, sat on
the sofa and read a newspaper.
"Oh, Captain Winston."
It was a difficult title to call someone early to
become a member of the family.
"Hey, long time no see." "So, you came
to pick up Rosalyn?" "That's right."
"Mmm..."
The Archduke fiddled with his long mustache. His
gaze roamed brazenly over Leon's neck.
"It's good to see your sincere attitude about dating as.
if you were to go into battle."
The Grand Duke's words will sound like flattery to
the naive. But Leon was far from naive.
He couldn't help but realize that he was being
sarcastic because he was upset with the fact that he
was wearing an officer's uniform instead of a high-
end suit on a date hosted by adults.
"This was inevitable because things were delayed."
He pretended to be shy, but the Grand Duke could
not know. That Leon is not interested in this
appointment, not even in the deal.
"Yes, it sounds like you're very busy with work."
In fact, it was not a matter of fact, but the departure
was delayed because he had looked twice at the nosy
maid.
"If you look at the captain who keeps his promise
like a knife, he's late today."
It was an unexpected sound. Did the Grand Duke
know the time of the appointment with the Grand
Duchess?
Did you really wait? What business do you have?
I had a strong feeling it would be a troubling story.
"Would you like a drink?"
I didn't have to answer. It was neither a question nor
an invitation.
The Archduke walked to the bar in the corner of the
room and picked up a crystal glass. It was the
moment when the amber liquid was poured into the
glass. Someone knocked on the door of the salon.
"Her Highness, Lady Rosalynn has arrived."
"Oh, come in."
When the door opened, Leon's future fiancée walked
in, ready to leave.
"Captain Winston.
"Lord Archduchess Aldrich."
Both were called by titles that were tough for a man
and a woman who were about to become engaged.
As we exchanged greetings, I couldn't help but
notice the Grand Duchess's attire. It was far from the
current trend of shorter skirts. The long dress, which
barely showed her ankles, seemed more narrow than
elegant.
A boring woman who wears only expensive things
like a grand duchess who boasts an enormous
wealth, but that makes it all seem simple. Rosalyn
Aldrich was such a woman.
Even if it's boring, a mission is a mission. Even if it
was a mission that the adults in the family had
thrown at him to satisfy their own greed.
Leon approached the Grand Duchess and held out
his arm sparingly. It was so light that I couldn't even
feel the hand resting on the inside of my arm.
Judging by her reluctance to make contact, this
woman wasn't too keen on dating either.
"Your Highness, we will drink alcohol next time. It won't
be long before the departure time of the cruise."
"Yes, let's have a meaningful time."
The only people who think this deal makes sense are
the elders in the family.
There was no conversation between the two people
sitting side by side in the car driving through town
and along the river.
Pierce, who could not stand the uncomfortable
atmosphere, began to speak. He lightly recommends
the menus of the cruise's upscale restaurants and
bars, and even adds that he hopes you have a good
time.
"I don't like alcohol."
The first to speak was the Grand Duchess. This
random comment was probably because my father
had offered Leon a drink at the villa, or because
Pierce had been reciting the cocktail menu at the bar.
The Grand Duke was famous for being a drunkard. It
was common for women whose fathers were
drinkers to dislike alcohol.
"I don't really enjoy it either."
"Alcohol interferes with people's judgment. They say
it makes you forget the pain of life, but it only seems
to create more problems. In particular, it's easy to
lose self-control and become impersonal when
socializing with people."
Is he making a big mistake for himself that he's
trying to do something about alcohol? As the
reluctant Grand Duchess delivered a lecture he hadn't
asked for, Leon became increasingly annoyed.
It was not easy for him to do things he did not want
to do, such as wasting time in the name of dating.
However, since he was in an inferior position in
the deal, that woman seemed to know how to
influence me and get me pregnant.
No wonder.
If I really wanted to close this deal, I would have
done it a long time ago. Even if it's not something
gross like pregnancy, the cards are overflowing.
Even if it sounds bad.
First of all, he was not interested in sex to the point
that even seeing a woman's naked body was not
enough. Hanging out with the officers, it was quite
often that high-class prostitutes who smelled of
strong cologne were present at the drinking party.
But I was never touched by anyone.
But why was he in heat with the maiden who
smelled of blood?
Looking at the grand duchess' face that smelled of
dust, Leon repeated the same name with his mouth
tightly shut.
Sally Bristol. Sally, what the hell are you?
However, the Grand Duchess's speech continued
interminably and the maiden could no longer think
about it.
"You won't smell of alcohol today. Don't worry,
Grand Duchess.
The woman stared at him. Is there anything else to
say? She fiddled nervously with her hand that held
an evening bag studded with tiny crystals and tassels,
and only when Leon tilted her head and urged him to
continue did she speak haltingly.
"... Please call me Rosalyn."
At the unexpected request, Leon was speechless for a
moment. A woman who a moment ago was behaving
like a Chihuahua barking to avoid being discovered
because she was so frightened suddenly tried to close
the distance.
But, no matter what, they had to live as a couple. A
distance to be bridged someday. It was a great lack
of respect if the other person did not hold the hand
that was first extended.
"..."
But even when he parted his lips to say his name,
those three simple syllables did not come out of
Leon's mouth.
Rosalyn Aldrich. Rosalyn. Rosalyn. The name
doesn't sit well in the mouth.
A woman as old-fashioned as her old-fashioned name.
The didactic tone and monastic atmosphere turned
the luxurious evening dress into a nun's uniform.
Come to think of it, there was also a person in the
Winston family who emitted the same tone and
atmosphere and turned a high-end suit into a
detective's uniform.
Aren't you a better match for Jerome than me?
But Jerome was not the one who might one day be
crowned. Thus, at the grand duke's wedding, his
younger brother was not considered from the
beginning.
"If you called me Leon instead of Captain Winston,
I'd be happy."
Leon smirked, as if playing a trick on a woman. Of
course, it couldn't have been that kind of trick.
She is a woman with a shy side. So, it was the first
card I held out to him knowing there was no way I
could call him by name. Since he's so simple, he
won't be happy with the man's light tricks.
As expected.
The Grand Duchess hesitated for a moment, then
smiled shyly. Her gaze turned back to the window,
and silence once again lingered inside the car.
Leon got the woman to withdraw the first hand she
offered without being rude.
The car pulled up to the dock tinged with sunset red.
The river water was golden, and the luxury cruiser
was shining its orange lanterns brightly.
Leon crossed to the other side of the car and opened
the door. On his way to take the Grand Duchess to
the cruise, he pulled out the ticket Pierce had given
him.
The disembarkation time of the cruise ship is four
hours later. It's as if the mother's message not to get
up early was written on the ticket.
It's going to be a boring night.
Following the black-uniformed servant, I rode the
elevator to the top floor of the crossing. The driver
lowered the lever, and the moment the elevator,
which had been sliding upward, raised the lever
again, it stopped abruptly and shuddered.
"ah..."
The hand that had rested like a ghost on Leon's arm
grasped it. The Grand Duchess m a d e a puzzled face
and immediately relaxed her hands.
The driver behind her smiled at Leon with a wink in
his eye. It must have been a deliberate surprise show
to date men and women.
'Do something useless...'
He seemed to want a tip, but looked away coolly.
The lattice door of the elevator opened and I
followed the servant down the smooth carpeted
hallway. The moment the huge door at the end of the
hallway opened on both sides, the sound of flowing
music made Leon laugh.
At the grand piano in the corner of the restaurant
lounge, a man in a tuxedo glided his fingers over the
keys. It was classical music, not the jazz my mother
was rude about.
A dark mahogany chair with a fabric with floral
motifs. Frescoed pillars and ceilings with plaster
decorations of shells and feathers. The classic
interior was perfectly to my mother's taste.
At a time when corsets are becoming a thing of the
past, he is a conservative who still insists on corsets
made of whalebone. Come to think of it, even the
bride-to-be followed the mother's strict taste.
The two sat across from each other at a table by
the window and accepted the menus brought by
the waiter. The wine list was immediately returned
as well as a selection of dishes.
"Which one do you like?"
"I will do whatever you recommend."
Did you grow up with the old-fashioned upbringing
of being quiet and not revealing your intentions? The
Grand Duchess was of little help in choosing the
dinner menu.
It was different from the previous time when she
confidently said she didn't like alcohol. she is an
unknown woman i don't even want to know.
I asked for the most valuable one and started chatting
pointlessly. Today's weather, the scenery outside the
window, the Archduke's health? The conversation
was cut off and it was common to get off track.
already bored "How
are you today?"
The Grand Duchess's question was unexpected. It's
her nickname, and there's no way she didn't know
what she was doing, but ask away.
'Does that woman really want to hear it?'
How much trouble Western Command suffered
because of Blanchard's rebel rats who were caught
three years after he infiltrated Western Command as
a driver.
That's why I've been hanging on for days and nights
trying to figure out what kind of information has
been leaked.
And how the sly bastard made him tremble with fear.
What fun it was to bite into the crab bubbles while
picking the nail off the little finger of his right hand.
'If I tell her, that woman will turn pale.'
Ah, one more. Funny how the commander's fat face
had become mummy-thin these days.
If I tell you, will you laugh or be offended?
As it turned out, one of the commander's many
mistresses was a rebel spy, so he was in danger of
being summoned to the royal capital.
So, what about that government?
The spy is a woman. In addition to prostitution in the
name of the Revolutionary Army. I felt dirty, so I
turned it over to senior management.
A despicable tribe that uses women for dangerous
and dirty jobs.
But can you say it's not a despicable breed? Because
I don't think it matters how upper management treats
women. It was enough as long as they didn't get their
hands dirty.
A lady who recites poetry and embroiders in the
corner of a room doesn't need to know about these
dirty things.
"It's going to be a boring story."
The Great Duchess misunderstood her
euphemistic refusal and blushed.
"Ah, my... I happened to be asking for a secret
military.
"It is not classified that Commander West looks like
a frog."
The Grand Duchess laughed disingenuously at the
trivial joke. It was boring.
I hope the work of adding another 'Mrs. Winston' to
the family will be finished soon.
take It was something you would only say when
buying a guard dog.
After marriage, his duties as the eldest son of the
family come to an end. It meant he didn't have to
waste time on these petty 'appointments'.
"Seeing how slow it is, there must be a formidable
battle."
Leon had no idea how far the engagement
discussions had progressed. This was because only
the elders of the family were discussing the terms of
the engagement, leaving the parties out. In reality, I
was not interested and never asked.
"Leon, do your job. This is my job."
I had no intention of getting involved, but my mother
said things that a movie hero would roll up his
sleeves and say with a rather serious look on his
face. It was an attitude that regarded Leon's marriage
as his masterpiece.
Still.
Isabel Winston. Before becoming Mrs. Winston, she
was called the daughter of an earl.
She married her father, firmly believing that she
would soon receive a title, but even after her son
grew up, she was still just 'Mrs. Winston'. She was
one of those who said that since she was born the
daughter of an earl, she should die a countess, like a
tubercular woman coughing up blood.
I'm out of luck.
All of the Winston family's previous wives had died
as countesses.
For generations, the Winston family was the Earl of
Winston. However, the line was severed when the
royal family fled abroad, pursued by a rebellion
disguised as a "revolution".
His grandfather, then an earl, immediately
abandoned the royal family and joined the rebels.
My father often recalled with a snort that he acted
like a prophet saying that a new world had arrived.
The new world he spoke of was a world in which
capital, not status, became power. Grandfather made
his fortune through his business as a dog for the first
'revolutionary government'.
My father, who was a high-spirited cadet at the time,
despised that grandfather and went abroad with the
royal family. To hear that he is a retard who can't see
the future, that he is completely blocked.
However, the retarded child who could not see the
future was his grandfather.
The 'revolutionary government' collapsed in less than
ten years. Ideology and ideals are extremely fragile
and easily penetrated by individual understanding.
The proof is that even the rats who still hold the
ideology of the rebels abandon their ideology after
spending three or three days in the torture chamber.
Because ideology won't whip you and rip out your
fingernails.
There was no way the royal family and the royalists
could overlook that chaotic rift. The monarchy was
restored in an instant, and the 'Republic of Rippon'
became the 'Kingdom of Rippon' again.
As soon as the royal family returned, it was only
natural that they began to punish the traitor.
It was fortunate that my father had made a
significant contribution to the restoration of the
monarchy. The Winston family was deprived only of
the title of earldom. He was able to maintain his
position and property as a large landowner in the
Camden area.
The royal family made a promise to his then young
father. He said he would return his title if he did a
great job cleaning up the remnants of the rebel
faction. It is said that his father, who was originally a
dog of the royal family, became a more loyal rabid
dog of the royal family.
And around this time, a countess with a title but no
money made her daughter Mrs. Winston, saying it
was an investment for the future.
Everyone is so stupid.
Because that promise has not yet been fulfilled.
His father met a dishonorable end at a young age
after being attacked by a rebel spy. After that, the
duty of regaining the title naturally fell to the eldest
son, Leon.
He entered the military academy before others. After
being commissioned, he traveled through numerous
battlefields and rebel hideouts, earning the title of
war hero and vampire at the same time.
Now his next duty was to marry the daughter of the
family who would help him regain his title.
He was raised with a military-style upbringing from
birth. It was no longer a problem to do something
quietly without asking what he didn't want to do.
He is called the Camden Vampire because of his
notoriety that the place he passes through is bound to
be bloody, but in fact, the nickname of Camden's
loyal military dog might be more appropriate.
'Shall I call that woman the meek sheep of the grand
duke's family?'
Leon looked at the Grand Duchess watching the
deck outside the window.
Compared to the Grand Duchess, the eldest son of
the Winston family is on a much lower level than the
Grand Duchess. Still, the reason the Grand Duke
took this wedding talk seriously was because the
civil war was not yet over.
It is a world where soldiers run on the road to
success. Among the many young officers, Leon is
the most promising.
The Grand Duke is using one of his daughters to buy
stocks that are starting to rise and are risky but high
yielding at low prices.
So Rosalind Aldrich was the archduke's scapegoat.
Leon spoke to the woman again with a sad face. "Do
you like it here?"
"... Yes."
According to his intuition after years of interrogating
spies, that is a lie.
"I'm glad. I was a little regretful that it was a mistake
to leave the restaurant reservations to my mother."
A smile broke out on the Grand Duchess's face. Mrs.
Winston has a good eye.
"Thank you. I will tell my mother.
I smiled meaninglessly, and the Grand Duchess
slowly did the same. As soon as the woman released
her tightly closed mouth to see if she had anything to
say, the waiter brought her food. After that, the
occasional conversation about cooking was a word
or two.
Emptying the plate quickly wasn't going to make it
any faster to escape from here. However, my body,
wanting to
out of this place quickly, he finished the meal by
himself in an instant.
Her plate was gone, and the Grand Duchess also left
her fork and knife. The plate was not even half empty.
"I'm sorry. When you're in the military, you get used to it.
at the speed at which men eat".
Leon moved to a café on the same floor and
apologized for being late. Since I couldn't starve my
guests, I thought I'd offer them a cake.
"No. In fact, it was too much for me to eat."
Like a lady, the Grand Duchess refrained from
dessert and ordered black tea. While waiting for the
car, her eyes were still glued to her face as she
looked out the window. Leon, who was embarrassed,
finally couldn't stand it and asked.
"Do you have anything to say?"
The Grand Duchess opened her eyes and said she
had been caught. I didn't even laugh after doing
something that was obvious to my eyes. Then, I
smiled silently to myself for what was so
interesting and opened the door.
"You're not as scary as the rumors say." Leon
stifled a grimace.
'Stupid woman. So, you thought I'd beat you with a
whip?
I don't know how vicious the rumors are, but they
won't be wrong. There was simply no way for him to
show his true face to the Grand Duchess.
"The captain is really generous and kind."
What the hell is a woman who calls him generous
and kind even after seeing his true face?
Sally Bristol.
It didn't sound stupid. Rather, it sounded like a fox
pretending to be stupid.
It was worth it to see the space between the mouth that
said he admired him and the eyes that said he
despised him. I wanted to drive him into a dead end
until he took off his mask and fully revealed his true
intentions.
So, can you tell if the fox is a cunning female or a
cunning hustler?
'For example...'
Leon took a deep breath as the cruel impulse
suddenly boiled over.
She rolls up the skirt of Sally's black maid's dress
and opens her slender calves. I'm sticking my gun in
the tight, wet spot that would be revealed if I ripped
out the center of the white bloomers.
Stir the soft flesh with the cold snout. Sally let out a
moan of more pain than pleasure.
If I pull the gun out of the quivering flesh, the
woman's obscene water will flow down the wet,
glistening muzzle and wet my hand.
It is unbearable.
Leon twisted his legs, which had already been
crossed to one side, even tighter. Why does the front
of my pants feel so hard just imagining that
insignificant woman?
Is it because of those eyes?
"It's been a beautiful moment."
It was already close to midnight when they left the
Grand Duchess at the villa.
"It was also a very nice moment for me."
The Grand Duchess opened her eyes in surprise at
Leon's fresh smile. I thought she would tell a white
lie like me, but to say she really enjoyed it. It looked
amazing.
It was a good time.
The last two hours on the cruise were uncomfortably
pleasant in my tight pants.
"Then I'll see you next time."
I let the Grand Duchess into the villa and was about
to get into the car, but the butler quickly left through
the entrance.
"Captain Winston, if the Archduke is not busy, ask if
it would be good to pay today's debt."
It was about refusing to drink at night and leaving.
"this..."
Leon pretended to be embarrassed and rubbed his
forehead with his black gloved index finger.
"I already promised the Grand Duchess that you
would not smell of alcohol today.... If I tell you that I
don't want to be the man who already loses his wife's
confidence, the Lord will have the
kindly understand. Tell them you will get back to
them
including the interest owed".
Leon left the Grand Duchess and the butler, who
looked at him strangely, and got into the car.
Overtime work without nutrition is impossible.
In fact, urgent matters were piled in the front of his
pants.

***

All in all, it was a very difficult day.

Sally went to went to bed at her bed y
remembered his day, sighing.
crackle.
The groans of the old bed echoed in the empty room.
The maid's room, located in the attic of the annex
building, was large enough for four to live in. After
Ethel left, she was the only one left in the annex, so
she enjoyed the luxury of being alone.
"Oh, what kind of wind really blew today?"
That's why I can voice my complaints in my head.
There will never be a day when I am more entangled
with Winston than today. I am a human with many
quirks, but today, like a ghost, I thought I was
becoming a ghost because I had a heart attack.
Was that beast intuition activated?
"Did you ever go to Abington Beach when you were
a kid?"
A long sigh crossed the silent room. curse my
eyes.
The spy should have a simple appearance. Because
when people try to imagine a setup in their head, it
should be so monotonous that it is difficult to
describe in detail.
In fact, I thought she looked normal in her own way.
It was because of the ordinary dark brown hair and
sober impression that was hard to find even after
washing her eyes.
Except for these blue-green eyes.
Even if he had to hone his other skills as a spy
through hard work, he could not avoid his natural
appearance. The disguise also had limits.
That a day like this might come because of her
unique eyes, he warned in advance before she was
assigned to this mansion. But he did not listen.
"Leadership must lead by example."
James 'Little Jimmy' Blanchard Jr. The young leader
of Blanchard's Revolutionary Army and her fiancé.
Sally never complained when she subjected her
fiancée to a difficult operation.
I never expected a stereotypical life of sitting
quietly at home, raising children, flipping through
catalogs of kitchen items and preparing course meals
just in time for my husband to arrive.
Instead of being loved as a woman by her fiancé, she
wanted her father to recognize her as an equal
comrade, just like her mother.
So it wasn't because Winston was a coward that he
refused to go undercover. It was because he feared
that
a physical characteristic that Captain Winston could
remember would ruin the operation.
'Look at this one. I'm right.'
It would be better to quickly put someone else
here and withdraw. A small crack leads to
collapse. Just because it was taken lightly today
doesn't mean that Winston has completely nipped
suspicion in the bud.
'I'll have to call Jimmy...' .
The torture chamber is empty anyway, so there won't
be much work tomorrow.
'Shall we go to the post office tomorrow? I also write
a phone number...'.
Sally looked across the room to the dresser. Inside
one of the rolled up socks was a large amount of
money that Winston had inadvertently extorted
today.
Shall I send you money?
It is sent to headquarters as military funds along with
last week's weekly salary. Unlike the weekly salary,
it is money that no one knows about, so he could
spend it in a hurry, but
my conscience would not allow me to do so. Besides,
there was nowhere I wanted to write.
what... A cup of coffee with milk and a piece of cake.
at Madame Benoa's café would be nice. "You
know what's better than a piece of cake?" know.
It will be a plate.
I suddenly remembered what my older brother used
to say, with different looks and personalities, but
with a similar sweet tooth.
Was this voice right? The more I tried to remember
it, the more it faded away.
I haven't known my brother for a long time. Because
he left his family.
My older brother, who was prouder than anyone that
his grandfather was a pivotal figure in the revolution,
changed the moment he fell in love.
"I will live for my family."
"Family? The Revolutionary Army is our family".
However, he resisted Sally's dissuasion.
"I will not raise my children like my father. My wife
is
like my father... Ha, damn it..."
"Are you crazy? There was no one better than my
father."
A family revolutionary army and a cause to make the
world a better place for everyone. My brother finally
gave all this up and surrendered to the ugly reality.
It seems Sally is the only one who feels bitter when
her comrades, once family members, point the finger
at her as a coward.
She called him once a year. To return his heart to
each anniversary of his mother who died an
honorable death during the operation. But my
brother said he had no regrets.
[Rather, I'm very happy right now. Your mother
would be proud too].
Are those words sincere? How can you be sincere?
Besides, a mother who devoted her whole life to the
revolution could not be proud of her son who had
cowardly run away.
[Get out of there too. let's live together I'm counting
on the day when Martha will live with you].
No, that's not going to happen. Like my mother, I
will not run away even if I have to sacrifice my life. I
am the child my mother would be truly proud of.
creaking. The bed cried again. Sally, who had been
tossing and turning, suddenly froze.
The sound of a man's shoes echoed outside the door.
'WHO?'
The purpose of the man who comes to the room
where the maid is alone at this midnight hour cannot
be pure. If you wanted to run errands, all you had to
do was pull strings throughout the annex and ring the
doorbell.
Sally reached under the mattress and grabbed a small
revolver. I checked again to see if it was loaded, but
the muffled footsteps in front of the door stopped.
With a click, the magazine went back inside and, at
the same time, an uninvited guest knocked on the
door in the middle of the night.
"...who are you?"
Sally pretended to be awake and paused for a
moment before asking. I was a little relieved that I
had knocked on the door. If the doorknob had been
turned, it would have been an impure intention with
no rebuttal.
"it's me."
It's me, Rani.
I was stunned and let out a sigh.
You know who you are just by your voice. Going
one step further, there was no possibility of even
talking about it because of the arrogance of assuming
you would know who you were even if you didn't
give your name.
Sally looked back at the clock on the bedside table.
It's after midnight, so why did they come up here?
"Ah, Captain. hold on a moment please."
The dress was that of a normal maid, but the action
of sticking a revolver in the back of her pajama pants
was that of an experienced soldier.
approached the door Before opening the door, he
dragged a small wooden wedge from the corner with
his foot.
and placed it in front of the door. Then, after
adjusting his expression for a moment, he opened the
lock.
"Captain, do you need anything?"
The moment I opened the door about half an inch, I
carefully pushed the wedge with my foot and passed
it under the door. It would not be visible to Winston's
eyes. Even the most muscular man could not easily
open the door if he were stepping on the wedge
inserted in this manner.
He gripped the doorknob with one hand and the
revolver on his back with the other. The light from
the hallway barely filtered through the narrow
doorway, so that Winston's face was obscured. It was
because his gigantic figure completely filled the long
space.
"Captain?"
He took a deep breath, paused for a moment, and
then opened his mouth.
"... Hello, Sally.
"Ah, yes. Hi. Are you back now?"
Pretending to wake up, I deliberately opened my eyes
lazily and lowered my voice.
"good."
You are late. You must have had a lot of work to do.
"It was more boring than a lot."
"ah... Then, in the study with Lieutenant Campbell..."
"Exit."
"Yes?"
I saw the other soldiers playing pool at night, so I
tried to tell them to go there, but Winston
interrupted me.
"Hello, Sally." His voice was heavier than when he
said hello. Sally rested her foot on the wedge and
extended her index finger to the trigger side of the
revolver.
"I did my job, so you should do yours too."
The unusual sense of intimidation emanating from
the unfamiliar instructions came through the narrow
door and squeezed her. Sally slowly drew the barrel
of a revolver she carried under her waistband.
"What are you talking about..."
"I mean, finish cleaning." My brain
went blank.
"... Yes?"
"The office."
Sally swallowed a sigh of relief. The barrel of the
revolver rested quietly on her waist.
What? Clean the office?
Originally, I thought it was a crazy person. But did it
really turn?
He stared at In-young, whose expression was still
unclear, and took a deep breath.
Are you drunk, crazy?
But it didn't smell of alcohol at all.
In the middle of the night, and at a time well past
midnight, the voice to wake the maid to finish
cleaning the office. I don't know if the office was a
pigsty-like mess, but it was the place Sally cleaned
the hardest after the torture chamber.
For a guy like you, we have to break the status
system.
"ah... Yes..."
Just as he was responding, revealing his trembling
feelings, Winston pushed the door in. The doorknob
rattled. That's all, when he didn't move a bit, he
muttered in a rather embarrassed voice.
"... Power is good."
"ha ha... yes, I'm original.... thank
you." "Come outside."
"I'll change my clothes and come down at once,
Captain."
He tried to close the door, but this time it wouldn't
budge because of Winston. He stood there silently,
holding the doorknob outside.
I felt it even though I couldn't see what I was doing.
The skin hidden under the thin pajamas itched. I was
now running my eyes up and down Sally's body.
Dirty horny.
He had already said he was coming down, so there was no
excuse for suddenly saying he couldn't go.
Should I force Lieutenant Campbell to sit down? I
decided to take sleeping pills just in case. If he sees a
strange sign, he puts sleeping pills in the carbonated
water he drinks.
"Captain?"
"... well. Come down first.
As soon as Winston let go of the doorknob, Sally
locked the door. It was quite some time before she
heard footsteps moving away from the door.
'Damn it! I'll be sure to call Jimmy tomorrow.
The hard day is not over yet. "ah..."
Sally let out a sigh of ecstasy as soon as she entered
the office with her cleaning kit.
The office was a disaster comparable to a pigsty.
There were large black stains on the red carpet
between the desk and the coffee table. Should I
consider it a kindness for not asking me what it was?
There was still a bottle of ink lying around.
Crazy baby.
The crazy bastard sat proudly behind his desk,
smoking a cigar.
I don't know if he's up to something, or if he's taking
his anger out on the naughty maid for not doing well.
"Am I here? It took me a long time to come using
just clothes".
If my opponent were an ordinary person, I would
have been relieved to see that fresh smile on my
face. However, the author is a human being who
laughs at the sight of prisoners being chased by
bloodthirsty dogs of war.
I did not feel well.
Before coming here, I checked the library, but no
one seemed to have gone to sleep. I thought about
waking Fred, who was sleeping on the second floor,
but gave up because I was afraid the soldiers sharing
the room would find him suspicious.
Then I will have to put him to bed with sleeping
pills.
Sally set the bucket of cleaning products down next
to the stain. Then she deliberately sniffed toward the
desk and made a mistake.
"ah... I'm sorry. I'll get you something to drink right
away.
On the desk there should be a bottle and glass of
sparkling water that Winston always drinks. I took
the tray on my way out during the day and never
returned it.
"No, I don't need it."
As soon as he turned around, his horse cut off Sally's
retreat.
"come here."
I turned and looked at Winston. As his gaze weaved
through the hazy smoke like a specter, he wagged his
index finger at Sally.
He picked up the bucket again and walked gingerly
to the desk. It felt like walking on thin ice instead of
soft carpet.
The hot gaze that doesn't leave her even for a second
seems to melt thin ice. If she falls into her black
swamp, what kind of hell will open her mouth
inside?
Standing in front of the desk, Winston shook his head
slightly.
"Yes?"
"This way."
The tip of his index finger pointed to his side. His
legs were not unlike those of a turtle, but his heart
beat like a rabbit.
'If Winston attacks me, is there any way to escape?'
There were many ways to get out. There are few
ways to get out without being discovered as a
specially trained spy.
Standing beside Winston, hands clasped politely
together, she turned to Sally. As the outstretched leg
bent over the knee of the other, the pointed black
booty rose and caught on the hem of Sally's skirt.
As soon as he stepped back, Winston held out his
empty hand to Sally. His hands were gentle knights,
his feet lifting the hem of her skirt like a naughty
child.
"... Yes?"
Not knowing what I was asking, I tilted my head and
pointed to the ceiling with the hand holding the
cigar. I followed my hand and saw a black
chandelier. When
He looked down again, pointed to the candlestick
and held out his hand again.
"Wait on the couch for a moment..."
"do it."
"The dust will fall."
"It's your job to clean it up."
What trick is this? From the attitude of burying
himself deep in the leather backing, one could see a
firm determination to be hit by the dust falling from
the chandelier.
'well. If you feel free to hit your head with a feather
duster, I'll be happy to clean it up.
Sally had no choice but to put down the bucket and
pick up the duster stuck in it.
Like someone coming to collect a debt, he
stubbornly tried to take the hand in front of me, but
hesitated. It will also be Sally's job to erase his
footprints when he gets up on the desk with his shoes
on.
Standing on the desk, put one foot behind you. He
tugged on the thin shoelaces and gently untied them.
Even at the moment when her feet, wrapped in white
stockings, slipped out of the black shoes, Winston
did not take his eyes off them, as if they were an
interesting sight.
Their eyes looked at even these mundane things as if
they were interrogating them.
The only way to quickly get out of the
uncomfortable look was to quickly do as she was
told and leave. Sally took his hand without hesitation
and knelt on the desk.
"Wow..."
He was about to stand up with one foot on the desk
when Winston's hand dropped. I caught my left foot
sticking out from the edge of the desk. As his body
swayed in the wind, Sally quickly put her hands on
the desk.
I looked over my shoulder as I lay face down in an
awkward posture like a runner about to start. Maybe
I'll lift up my skirt. She reached out a hand and
pressed the hem of her skirt, but to no avail.
His look was completely different.
"Captain?"
Winston smiled, never taking his eyes off Sally's
toes. A thick thumb held the soft flesh between the
thin stockings and gently brushed the soft curves.
Sally got goose bumps from her toes to the nape of
her neck.
It looked like the pain was going to come out
through the touch that seemed to burn the ticklers on
purpose. If it did, it would surely lead to a messy
misunderstanding. She bit her lip hard.
When I tugged on my foot to ask to be released, the
soft touch changed. Winston asked, lacing his long
fingers together and cupping Sally's foot.
"What are you doing with the money I gave you?"
Sally's resistance stopped at the unexpected topic.
What is my intention to suddenly bring up the
subject of money?
"Mom's hospital bills..."
"Did you send
it?" "No not
yet."
I can give it to you if me you you ask me.
No it doesn't matter. The people
that can be reached at called
large landowners
may be mean, but those who originally have them
are greedy.
But what if that's not it? If the private information of
a woman named Sally Bristol were bitten and
stretched, the author with good sense might notice
the loophole.
Sally asked, moistening her dry lips.
"... Why?"
"Send money without money for a pair of socks."
"Wow!"
There was no time to ask what she was talking about.
A squeak escaped Sally's startled mouth. It was
because her thick thumb sank into the stocking and
brushed against the thick flesh.
"It has a hole in it."
There was a hint of laughter in Winston's voice. It
was fortunate that it was only a mischievous
playfulness, not a sharp sense, but Sally could not
relax.
He stuck his thumb through the hole in the bottom of
her sock and removed it. His fingers sank deep into
the hole and tortured her little toe.
poop Sally's cheeks turned bright red as her
stockings ripped even tighter.
"What a great hospital, huh? Do I pay less per week?
I don't, but you don't have enough money to buy a
pair of socks, so you have holes in them? Sally, how
do I feel when I see this?".
"Ah, it's not that... Captain, I'll be sure to buy some
new ones tomorrow, so let them go. Hey, that's it,
cleaning..."
Leon smiled and clasped his hands together. She
must have been at her desk, but the maid quickly got
up and ran around the corner. A woman whose
complexion didn't change even when she saw the
blood turn red from this alone.
"It's fun."
maniac.
Sally quickly shook the candlestick, pouring all the
curse words I know into herself.
Son of a bitch. eat the earth
The ostrich hair on the tip of the duster was brushed
from Winston's golden crown for no reason.
some. However, no matter how much I washed my
eyes, the dust would not come out. The chandelier
hadn't been cleaned in days.
I have no choice but to finish it quickly and go
downstairs. It was time to give up the timid
retaliation and turn my back to steal the front of the
chandelier.
"Good."
A low murmur passed through her calves, which were
wrapped in thin stockings.
"Yes?"
When I turned around in surprise, I heard a rustling
sound. Looking down, Winston was sitting far back
in his chair, pretending to do nothing.
The cigar in his hand appeared to have been burned
rather than smoked, and a gray piece of ash hung
from the end of the short cigar.
"No, I'm talking to myself." "Ah,
yes..."
The maid smiled politely. But the moment she turned
her head, her blue-green eyes screamed. that I hate you.
Leon lit a cigarette in the ashtray and gave her a
lopsided smile.
White.
The vision I had while sitting with the Grand
Duchess tonight was correct. Sally's bloomers were
white.
Now that you have checked the color of your
underwear, it is natural to want to check the color
underneath.
Is it the same color I imagined?
I want to reach under the black skirt and white
petticoat and rip the dense seams in the middle of the
bloomers.
Leon ran the tip of his tongue across his soft lower
lip and suddenly bit it with his sharp teeth.
Has anyone seen this guy before?
He rubbed the tip of his cigarette in the ashtray as if
he were blinding a man he didn't even know existed.
"It's over, captain. Then I'll pull the rug out."
The simulation of dropping the candlestick was more
or less over. Sally slid under the desk before
Winston said anything else.
Dirty slut. It was disgusting to hold a gentleman's
hand while looking up her skirt.
It was fortunate that Winston no longer bothered
him. Sally knelt down on the carpet and began to
erase the black stain.
I was absorbed in the idea of cleaning up and leaving
quickly, but by the time I came to my senses, quite a
bit of time had passed. Meanwhile, Winston was as
if he had evaporated.
There was no sound of flipping papers or lighting a
lighter. Unfortunately, it was confirmed by the
occasional deep breath that the perpetrator had not
evaporated.
Since it had only been spilled for a while, the ink
didn't dry, so it wasn't hard to erase. The spot where
the stain was was a little darker than the other places,
but I'll let it go.
I stood up. She straightened her ruffled skirt and
turned around to look at Winston. I was looking this
way
way with his lightly clenched hand resting on his
tilted chin.
You don't smoke cigars anymore. His right hand was
hidden under the desk.
What's so funny about a common maid removing
stains from the carpet in a common way? The
corners of her lips curved slightly.
Where did the usual sharpness go? A strangely soft,
sticky look fell from Sally's face to her hands,
politely clasped together.
Did you take a sip of alcohol? But there was no
water, let alone alcohol, on the desk.
"It's finished. Do you need anything
else? Winston nodded slightly.
Whether there is something to do or not.
Sally tilted her head slightly and her gaze pointed to
the ashtray under her chin. In the black marble
ashtray lay the fine cigars Winston had just wasted a
moment ago.
I guess I can go out with the excuse of emptying the
ashtray.
Sally approached Winston lightly and picked up the
ashtray, but it was hard as a rock.
Under the desk, a hand with thick sinews and veins
slowly slid out. And the copper-colored object held
in that hand also had soft sinews and veins.
"OMG!"
pop. The ashtray slipped from Sally's hand and
landed on the edge of the desk.
The black marble shattered and splintered. As soon as she
reflexively closed and opened her eyes, Sally
regretted it.
do not open your eyes
The copper object was still in Winston's hand.
At first I thought he was holding a cigar. It was
something really ordinary like a cigar, and he was
casually holding it with both hands, and the color
and shape were similar.
But can a cigar be as thick as Sally's doll?
It is creepy that he secretly masturbated with the
maid in the same room. But what was even creepier
was the fact that he held his genitals proudly in his
hands even after he was caught.
'This horny lunatic is really...'
So far, when he called Winston a lunatic, it was half
truth and half insult. But at this point, it has become
an impeccably perfect fact.
A lunatic who should be put in an insane asylum
right now.
Sally held back tears.
He has taken on all sorts of dirty and filthy duties for
the cause of overthrowing the corrupt monarchy and
making the world more equal and just for all. But is
seeing an enemy's thick, dirty penis a sacrifice for
the cause?
I even heard a sense of skepticism that I had never
felt before.
If one day you overthrow the monarchy, I will cut it
to pieces with a guillotine.
"What's the matter, is this the first time you've seen
him?
The questioning voice was refreshing. It was then
that Sally was startled to realize that I had been
averting my eyes from that disgusting 'cigar'. I lifted
my gaze to Winston's cup, and he smiled with a soft
curl in the corner of his eye.
The gap between a neat smile and a messy object.
The disgusting son of a bitch didn't even seem
surprised. On the contrary, I felt like a stranger.
Her light blue eyes looked straight at Sally through
eyes narrowed in laughter. I realized at that moment.
That he's watching Sally's reaction.
It's not that I was caught masturbating. It was on
purpose to see how Sally behaved.
I couldn't figure out what the hell they were doing to
see. It's not a day or two that realists try to identify
spies. But none of the tricks Sally had ever seen or
heard of pulled out their genitals and showed them.
"S o r r y , Captain!"
The first priority was to flee the office. That was the
moment I turned my back on him, ignoring the
carpet that had been ruined by the ashtray he had
dropped.
"You said you'd do anything for money?"
The backrest creaked, the chair wept. Winston stood
up. The sound of footsteps on the soft carpet came
closer. Sally's heart pounded each time the hard heels
made a dull thud.
"I can do whatever the captain wants."
These words were intended to immobilize Winston,
who was in heat and attacking me during the day.
Now the rope was holding Sally.
"I'm not sure what that 'whatever' is."
Winston whispered, lowering his voice as if sharing
a secret between the two of us, but Sally heard him
clearly. His lips were close enough to gently brush
my earlobe.
It wasn't just lips that were close. Her shoulders
pressed against his chest. Something was
It squeezed her back too, but Sally didn't want to
know what it was.
"Can you show me?" "...What
are you talking about?" he
asked, swallowing dry spittle.
"You know what to do."
Before I could say anything, long fingers wrapped
around Sally's forearm. I had to turn around and look
at Winston. He was so close that the tip of his nose
hit her chest. Sally lowered her head to hold her nose
and then closed her eyes tightly.
Crazy guy Crazy guy Crazy guy Crazy guy
Are you still putting up with that?
"You don't know either?"
Sally shook her head quickly, closing her eyes so
that her eyebrows hollowed. The corners of Leon's
mouth, which had turned up on one side in response
to her satisfactory answer, formed a perfect
symmetry.
She gently grasped the maid's chin and pressed her
thumb and middle finger against her cheek. Her soft
flesh sank and her pink lips parted.
Sally finally opened her eyes and met his. Eyes are the
windows to the truth. Leon persistently unearthed the
truth and the lie in her mysterious blue-green eyes.
"I can do whatever I want..."
When Sally tried to close her mouth, she pressed her
fingers even tighter into her cheeks. A faint moan
escaped her saliva-moistened mouth, making it even
harder to look away from the red hole.
Wouldn't it be nice to be bitten by those sharp teeth
and bleed?
Leon put his index finger in Sally's mouth and
pressed hard on her soft tongue. The woman
shuddered as if the china had been lifted and
struggled to pull away from him.
A woman with a large dam.
At this point, he would be terrified and cry. But the
dry eyes kept screaming that they wanted to rip his
fingers off and chew them carefully.
"I mean, have you ever put anything like this in that
dirty word's mouth?"
She raised the object she was holding in her other
hand. When I took a step closer, the woman became
frightened and stepped back. If you touch it, you will
get sick and die.
"Answer?"
The woman grabbed his wrist and whimpered like a
puppy before briefly shaking her head. It was both
strangely unpleasant and pleasurable to watch him
gasp through his mouth forced open every time his
penis caught my attention.
It sounds like you've never tried it.
If you have ever sold your body for money, you
would not have closed your eyes in fear when I
asked you to show me what you can do.
It was a bit naughty, but the purpose was achieved.
Leon relaxed his hands with a satisfied smile.
Sally was momentarily taken aback by her sudden
release.
'What is your intention?'
Winston, on a whim, was suddenly adjusting his
clothes.
My mind was so confused that I forgot for a moment
that I had to run while he opened the door. Sally
looked at Winston, wiping the saliva from the
corners of her mouth with her sleeve.
Occasionally I saw pictures in primary colors hidden
under the mattresses of male classmates' beds. It was so
disgusting to see naked women in photographs with
male genitalia in their mouths. You don't know how
many copies you burned with a lighter.
I've never seen anything like this under Winston's
bed in the annex. However, since the author is also a
man, there's no way he wouldn't be aware of such
unsavory things.
So he only knew how to hold my shoulders and press
down. If I pressed him on the shoulder, he would
immediately kick me between the legs.
A soldier who takes vital points from the enemy and
carries them. how pathetic.
But as soon as he said he had never done anything so
disgusting, he let Sally go. Just like the person who
did something so absurd only to hear the response.
In the end, he fell in love with his flotation.
What has this maiden to do with me, whether she has
known men or whether she has sold herself?
She turned around while buckling her belt again.
This time, she didn't wave and pretended to be a
frightened maid and tried to run away, but was
caught again.
"alla."
Sally secretly clenched her fist. I want to punch that
fancy nose with my fist and turn it into a flat,
bulbous nose. But I couldn't do that, so I let go of my
strength.
Instead of turning around this time, Winston walked
in front of Sally. In his hand was the same
handkerchief he had used to wipe Sally's tears in the
torture chamber at lunchtime.
Are you finally going to put up with it?
She politely held out her hands, intending to take
them quickly, but the handkerchief landed next to
her lips, not in Sally's hands.
"Sally, I'm bleeding."
The moment the ashtray shattered, I felt a sting on
my cheek. All my senses were
paralyzed by what was happening in front of my
eyes, so I completely forgot about my injuries.
He wiped the wound with an unusually friendly
hand. The friendlier Winston was, the more anxious
he became. For his true face was far from
affectionate.
Hey, go back to your original arrogance. As you
always do, can't you treat the insignificant maidens
as consumables for the machine called a mansion?
Winston didn't even know Sally was watching. His
gaze was fixed on the red stain on the silk
handkerchief.
"Would you like to suck..."
When I reached for the handkerchief, she looked up.
The moment our eyes met, Sally's intuition called.
It is dangerous.
Winston took her by the chin as she pulled back. Her
lips lifted. I panicked as I tried to turn my head away
before my lips could
open. Winston had turned Sally's head to one side
first.
Her lips touched the cheek that had moved the
corner of her mouth a finger's breadth away. It was
a wounded place. Immediately, a lump of soft
flesh soaked in warmth and moisture licked the
skin, causing her a stinging pain.
Hot breath poured straight down her cheeks. Sally
froze like someone caught in a bitter winter storm.
Even when Winston removed his lips, Sally
remained frozen in a daze. The vampire nickname
was never a metaphor. Winston's breathing
quickened as he tasted her blood. It was distinctly
different from the soft breathing I heard when I
stroked my genitals in front of her a moment ago.
The sharp eyes were blurry, too. He closed his eyes
tightly as if he was repressing something and bit my
lower lip. The neck goes up and down once, then he
sighs and opens his eyes.
eyes did not return. Dangerous.
"Captain, I am..."
"Sally, would you cut your lip next?"
He removed his hand from his chin and struggled to
stop himself. I hope you remember, do you know all
about his true identity?
He had to be prepared for the unexpected. Sally
carefully slipped her right hand into her skirt pocket
so he wouldn't notice.
"No, what am I talking about?
Yes?" "Captain!"
Sally was pulled under her chin with no chance to
resist.
"You can bite it yourself."
The moment the Camden vampire smiled, showing
white teeth, Sally covered his mouth with her left
hand. A physical fight soon ensued as the man
withdrew his hand and tried to devour her lips.
No matter how rigorously Sally had been trained, it
was impossible to single-handedly defeat a military
officer with a superior physique.
It was not yet time for the last resort. In the end, he
had to pull out his right hand, which held the last
resort in his pocket, and mobilize it in the fight.
I tried to stab my eyes, but they grabbed my wrist.
Winston slipped an arm around Sally's waist and
lifted her up.
As soon as the floating body was placed on a hard
object, Sally kicked the clipboards and pencil
holders that were carefully placed on the desk and
crashed to the carpet. Her foot hit Winston's stomach
hard as she took aim, but he only grimaced for a
moment.
"You fight well. Do you have brothers? Or from
where?
Did you get any training?
He tried to twist his ankle, which Winston had
grabbed, but froze. If you fight, your identity will be
revealed. If you don't fight, you'll have to mix your
body with that filthy royal pig.
Sally's breathing was raspy as she searched for a way
out of her confused mind. When she stopped
resisting, Winston burst out laughing, brushing aside
a few strands of hair that he
had fallen over his forehead from the struggle.
Contrary to his calm demeanor, his body seemed to
be getting hotter and the front of his pants were more
raised than before.
"I'm still curious. what you and I can do.
"Captain, please let me go."
"Why? Oh yes."
Winston took Sally's firm refusal lightly. A clean
hand dug inside the officer's jacket, pulled out a black
object and placed it on Sally's chest as she lay on the
desk.
"I'm a person who makes sure I pay as much as I
retaliate."
What he gave me was a heavy wallet full of bills. He
is a man who hates women who spread their legs in
front of money. But why is he giving her money and
forcing her to spread her legs?
It's just that your test is not over yet....
"Captain, I guess it happened to me during the day. I
have
to marry. I don't want to betray you.
Ignoring Sally's pleas, one hand slipped into the hem
of her skirt which rolled up over her lap.
"Sally, the more you say it, the hotter it gets. Don't
you know men? No, do you know them too well?
"Captain! Stop!"
It was the moment he was preparing her vitals. Sally
froze in terror as his hand groped up her thigh and
grabbed something. The slight smile disappeared
from Winston's face in an instant.
"This... what?"
The object jammed under the right stocking band
came out immediately. The moment a silver revolver
was exposed from her black skirt, Sally's heart
skipped a beat.
Calm down. You have to stay calm.
As Sally slowly raised her upper body, Winston
raised the revolver in front of her eyes. His cold
gaze moved from the absurdly small pistol in his
hand to Sally's face beyond.
"What is this, I would have asked."
is a gun If he acted like an idiot, today his shallow
patience might be completely exhausted. After losing
his temper, Sally's fate will not be known even to
Winston.
"My fiancé... I gave it."
"I gave my fiancée something forbidden."
After the restoration of the monarchy, civilians could
not carry firearms unless they had special permission
from the police or the army. It was because they
feared a second rebellion.
"What are you doing? Are you like a gangster from
alley?"
"I'm not that kind of person. He's a good
man."
Half-seriously, half-seriously, he sided with his
fiancée for a plausible performance, and Winston's
smooth brows furrowed.
"They told me I work in a torture chamber, so they
only saved me because it was dangerous. I know it's
forbidden, Captain. but..."
"It's dangerous. Sally, no one will touch you in this
mansion. I have warned you.
you are playing
He swallowed the words that had filled his throat. At
the left hem of the bloomers, Winston's right hand
still lightly gripped the bare skin.
"You're the only one big enough to disobey me."
You mean going into the torture chamber alone
during the day? Winston lifted one corner of his
mouth and smiled. But the eyes were not smiling.
"I'm sorry."
Sally looked down and bowed her head like a docile
lamb. Until the barracks gave the order to withdraw,
she became a truly docile sheep, and seemed to have
to live without knowing whether she was there or
not.
Sally was surprised when his thumb, buried under
her bloomers, caressed the inside of her thigh.
Are you trying to hit me again? It was a man who
could be threatened with possession of
illegal weapons as an excuse. No, isn't that the kind
of person who starts attacking without excuse?
He raised his eyes slightly and checked his eyes, but
Winston's gaze was fixed on the revolver.
Soon, five fingertips slid from bare skin to stockings,
leaving a trail of fire. But it was too soon to be
relieved.
Winston inspected the revolver closely. I opened the
revolver's magazine, pulled out a bullet, checked it,
and found that the serial number that should have
been engraved between the magazine and the barrel
had been obliterated, and I laughed. Sally's heart beat
faster.
"Have you ever shot one?"
There's no way he didn't know that, having handled
firearms countless times. That revolver is a well-
maintained item. If you say you've never fired it, or
that you only had it because your fiancé gave it to
you as a gift, you'll know right away that's a lie.
"Once or twice... Kind of like a can for fun...."
"¿y?"
"I met a thief in town a month ago..." "Are you all
right?"
"Yes..."
Winston laughed and asked:
"Am I?"
"Yes?"
"You were going to shoot?"
Sally looked into her eyes, which glittered with
cruelty and mischief, and then nodded slowly and
resolutely. If you say no anyway, you'll know it's a
lie.
"under..."
Winston laughed again, but it was different from the
laugh before. Laughing and biting my lower lip, I
vaguely sensed that he was puzzled and
embarrassed.
"Me? It's funny."
Tak, the magazine closed. There was still a slight sense of
bewilderment in the words he spat out in a mocking
tone.
"If you shoot, you die."
"... Yes."
"I have no intention of killing you." Sally
struggled to control her stern expression.
Scare but live? Should I say thank you? Do you want
him to apologize for trying to kill the owner who
only coveted his body?
"I'm having fun, but aren't you having fun?"
The corners of Winston's eyes and mouth drooped
downward. Anyone who didn't know what the author
was doing would have thought that a sullen puppy-
like expression would suit a well-groomed face.
Anyway, he didn't expect an answer, so Sally looked
at him with her mouth firmly shut. He was busy
looking for an excuse to escape.
"I think it would be fun to stir with this."
He raised the barrel of his revolver and shook the air.
"It's too small. Well, even if
you're small."
The nonsense words continued, but my intuition
screamed. That he is about to do something
dangerous.
"Captain..."
Sally groaned, grabbing her crumpled apron with
both hands to crumple it even more. Even if it was
an irrational number, I had to put in any number.
Immediately, tears fell on the white back of my
hand.
"Are you crying again?"
A hint of boredom was evident in Winston's voice.
"Am I being kicked out now?"
The moment he raised his head after intentionally
distorting his face, Winston wrinkled his forehead.
The hand holding the barrel upward gradually tilted
toward the ground.
It worked.
my mother did it The rip operation doesn't work if
you use it too often. But that depends on how you
define 'through'.
"If you get kicked out, you will, you will, you will,
you won't, you will."
Wiping my tears with my sleeve, I looked over and saw
that the front of Winston's pants were sagging. Sally
moaned even more.
"Captain Winnie, hehe..."
It's no fun.
Leon looked at the woman crying like a child with
cold eyes and let out a sigh mixed with annoyance.
Since she was behaving like a child, neither her
disheveled clothes nor her legs dangling weakly off
the edge of the desk did not look strange.
you have to bite me to the end
A cornered mouse is amused when it tries to bite a
cat. Having completely lost the will to fight and
yelling and screaming only diminished the
excitement.
I'd rather attack him when he makes a big confession
than try to kill him. After taunting and dilly-dallying,
the mood cooled.
"Go see."
The moment he bluntly ordered it, the woman raised
her face buried in her sleeve. Round eyes,
red eyes, nostrils flared from snorting. It was like a
mouse taking advantage of an opportunity.
Take a look. Stay away from me
Leon licked his lips silently like a cat about to attack
its prey.
"... Am I being kicked out?"
This stupid mouse thing...
A long sigh escaped through her teeth that pressed
against her lower lip.
When I was told to leave, I ran out as if I had been
waiting, and tried to catch him and knock him down
on the carpet. Because he will tempt you again.
But to ask if you are being kicked out? The boldness
that had been acting so badly that even the slightest
interest went cold.
"Don't chase me. So please go. "Go,
thank you."
The maid quickly thanked me and went down under
the desk. Leon walked over to the chair without
paying attention and opened the desk drawer.
"The weapon is confiscated."
After putting the revolver back in the drawer and
slamming it shut, the maid turned her face toward
the door. Leon leaned heavily on the heavy chair.
He repeated as he watched silently as the maid
slipped through the door like a rat.
It's just letting it go for a while. It's fun to chase after
running away, so I let it go on purpose.
But why isn't the aftertaste as refreshing as if the
mouse had sprung its own trap and escaped?
I looked at the tightly closed door, then moved my
gaze to the desk that looked as if a storm had swept
over it. When the woman left and the heat died
down, it was pathetic that I was losing my mind like
a dog in heat.
What is this insignificant and even unpleasant
woman?
But it didn't last long. The reason I lost my mind was
openly spread out on the desk.
Leon picked up the silk scarf that had been left next
to Sally's purse. Because it was white, the
red spots of blood in the middle stood out even more.
The moment the faint smell of blood awakened my
sense of smell, my tongue remembered the taste.
The thrilling taste like licking a cold snout, the
pungent smell of death stinging your nose, but the
warmth and faint pulse screaming that you are still
alive.
Old memories came back to her mind as she tasted
the maiden's blood. Now faded to black and white,
but the girl's brown hair, blue-green eyes and red
drops of blood on her lips were as clear as a colorful
postcard from a resort.
"Dirty little piggy!"
A bitter smile formed on Leon's lips as he
remembered the girl's last cry. Her innocent
childhood ended that day.
The blood I tasted the first time I ran away from the
strict duties of being the eldest son of the family.
And the smell of blood I smelled from my father,
whom I found the next day in a miserable state.
A brief vacation to Abington Beach as a child
completely changed the meaning of blood in his life.
deviation.
Too bad his first deviation and his father's last had a
bad ending. After that, Leon couldn't resist the urge
to taste blood again.
It was a path that had already been decided upon
before I could put my will to it, but it was right to
walk the path of a soldier. Deviations made for
personal interest soon become public achievements.
Should I be thankful for a girl named Daisy?
daisy. It was a cute name that didn't suit her dark
skin and bold temperament.
In fact, Sally might be her real name.
Every time I looked into Sally's eyes, I had my
doubts. Although her complexion was much whiter
than the girl's and the brown hair was ordinary, the
blue-green eyes were odd.
If Sally is that girl, I finally find a reason why I want
to put a chain around her slender neck and hang her
from a hook while I'm out of my head and in heat.
Output. This name is too cute to match the guts.
Leon opened the drawer he had slammed shut. The
small revolver lay alone next to the storage box
where the medals his father had left behind were
carefully collected.
When asked if she was going to shoot, she nodded
her head without a moment's hesitation. She was a
funny woman who fearlessly and aggressively
attacked the topic of the bite.
Leon laughed softly and picked up a revolver.
Where would you like to shoot? Just before I found
the gun, I tried to kick it between my legs, maybe
that way.
Rather, since when did you decide to shoot me?
Did I slowly pull the muzzle tucked into the band of
those old stockings every time I bumped?
Just before she was about to kiss him, she suddenly
remembered Sally reaching carefully into her pocket
with her right hand.
A fox pretending to be stupid. A fox who is stupid
enough to have found that out.
Sally Bristol.
A dangerous maid who is outwardly obedient, but
hides a dangerous object under her tidy skirt and is
planning to shoot you if the need arises.
A brazen woman extorting money from him.
A man who does what he is told to do more
diligently than anyone else, but who is also the most
selfish.
The more definitions were presented one by one, the
more unnatural it seemed, as if different puzzles
were forcibly put together. Is that why you keep
getting goosebumps?
He placed his silver revolver in the middle of the
desk and reached down to his waist. The belt buckle
was unbuckled in an instant, and the buttons that
were about to slip out of the front of my pants slid
down the tight hole one by one.
I want to strip the owner of that gun. I want to look
inside that woman as she is.
The hand holding the handkerchief stained with
the woman's blood and tears naturally turned
downward. Soon, the sound of a soft cloth brushing
against the skin broke the silence of the office. An
exhilarated sigh escaped from between her soft lips.
"Dirty little piggy!"
Will Sally curse like that girl? If she knocks him
down naked on a cold metal table in a torture
chamber and handcuffs him to the corners and leaves
him open.
I wish I had twisted my limbs with all my might and
screamed and howled so that it echoed in the torture
chamber, instead of whimpering as I had a moment
ago.
Just imagining it was sweet.
Leon leaned his elbows on the armrests of his chair
and looked down with his chin propped up. Dark
water stains appeared on the wrapped white cloth
around the copper tip. The more he moved his hand,
the more it spread and soaked into the woman's red
marks.
Where would be a good first?
The mouth speed won't be bad. If I remember my
impression from a while back, it was smooth, moist
and warm, and it was pretty good.
To give a more honest impression, when I pressed
my tongue with my index finger, it was quite
impressive that I wrapped and sucked my finger
instead of avoiding it.
First I'll press my chin to one side and push it
between those little pink lips. deep. gross. Until your
lips lose their pink and turn blue. Her constricted
throat tightened and choked as she swallowed hard
chunks of flesh instead of soft breath.
What's next?
Leon's breathing became harsher as he imagined the
next place to be bullied. He hooked the knot of his
black tie that was tight around his neck and tugged
on it with his extended index finger.
On the handkerchief, the hardened blood melted and
smeared on her vagina. Sally's fingerprints,
spreading like veins through clear marks, clung to
Leon's most sensitive sensory points. The subtle
scent of a woman's blood mixed with her own secret
juices stimulated his sensitive sense of smell. He
squeezed his hand as he rubbed the handkerchief,
imagining Sally's blood on his genitals.
Would the thin mucous membranes blocking the
narrow local area be pink like the lips?
If I grabbed my slender waist with both hands and
put the tip of my alter ego on that mucous
membrane, Sally would scream out saying no. I tried
to close my legs that couldn't close because of the
handcuffs, not knowing how lewdly I was jiggling
my breasts.
Then you propose marriage to the child. generously I
will resign if you ask me to resign. So, should we
beg for all kinds of flattery at this point?
In fact, he said he didn't need any of that and would
put his back down in a heartbeat. If he broke the
mucous membrane with my body at once, the
pleading mouth would pour all kinds of curses on
me.
Is the texture as good as the speed of the stomach in the
mouth? He tensed his hand and remembered the
moment he moved Sally's mouth.
I'm going to shove it all the way into that wet belly
at once. Until a choked sound escaped Sally's half-
open lips.
Slowly, very slowly, I would pull out the genitals
buried to the root in that warm flesh. So that the
copper-colored skin would be completely stained
with a beautiful blood color.
"Ha..."
The moment the cloudy white bodily fluid burst out
and seeped into the bloodstains, Leon let out a sigh.
It wasn't just a mixture of reassurance that he had
relieved the desire that had been bothering him all
day.
"...Didn't you say you were annoying because you
were nice?
The woman had misunderstood the meaning of being
nice and annoying.
but. There's no way you can properly understand that
it's annoying that you can't be put in a torture
chamber because you're nice.
As a notorious torture engineer, he had his own
principles. First, women don't torture. Second, don't
take innocent people to the torture chamber.
Sally's problem was that she stumbled on these two
principles.
You have to grab a piece of bread and tear off the leg
of a worker ant as it diligently moves forward,
until the third leg is torn off. It was no different
than unilaterally torturing a good child.
'To be punished, there must be a crime worthy of it.'
Leon picked up the revolver lying on the desk as if it
were an obscenely painted picture.
Illegal possession of firearms is also an obvious sin.
However, not using that as an excuse was because he
was such a small sinner.
Less than a century after the ban, police were still
catching many people for carrying firearms.
for self-defense, as was the custom of old. His
mother must have hidden a woman's revolver like
this in one of the many hatboxes.
Sally, do worse. I want to piss you off
"Wouldn't you rather let them shoot?"
Leon put the revolver back in the drawer and closed it. It
was not locked.
Stealing would be a slightly greater sin.
Besides, disobeying the owner's words could be a
serious offense within the walls of this mansion.
Could it be an excuse to go against the rules and drag
her to the torture chamber?
Leon twisted his mouth and narrowed his eyes
sharply. The faded bloodstain caught his gaze.
Maybe it's not those eyes. Maybe it's just the smell
of blood. If another woman smells blood, will her
desire boil like that?
My taste is so boring.
He smiled bitterly and stood up. The carpet was a
mess of ash and fragments of ashtrays that
had been smashed to smithereens. Tomorrow
morning the maid will clean up the mess,
complaining about it.
Leon unfolded the 'message' of encouragement to the
maid and dropped it on the carpet.

***

Sunlight filtered softly through the fluffy clouds. Her

dark brown hair, waving in the wind in the sunlight,
shone with a coppery glow.
It was a good day to go out. I don't know what kind
of vagaries April weather will behave, which is no
less unpredictable than Winston.
It was a ten-minute bike ride from Winston's house
to Halewood, the nearest town. Sally rode past a
general store with a large discount sign and parked
her bike in front of a three-story brick building.
Just in time, as if the lunch hour was over, I met the
eyes of the postmaster who was putting the words
'open'.
turning the 'closed' sign in the window. The middle-
aged man raised his glasses with his index finger,
waved to Sally and immediately opened the door.
"Good afternoon, Miss Bristol."
"Hello."
Sally walked in and hesitated. There are four
employees at the post office in this small town,
including the manager, but for some reason there
were only three today.
"Is Peter on a day off?"
"I'm at the station today because the mail train is
late."
Disguised as a mailman, Peter travels around town
all day, but always eats lunch here. So I'm on time on
purpose, but I can't believe it's not today.
I brought the money Winston gave me yesterday to
send to Armed Forces Headquarters. When I left the
remittance with Peter, he handled it so it couldn't be
traced. It was risky to tell other employees about the
recipient, even if he was in disguise.
"Wait a bit and I'll be back soon, haha."
Sally grabbed the straps of her old purse and sighed,
and the postmaster rubbed his long mustache with
his fingertips and smiled. The people at the post
office thought Sally was in love with Peter.
No way.
Although he moved in a modest manner because of
his duties, his eyes toward the men were not sober.
Shall we spend some time?
After spending two buildings here, you'll find
Madame Benoa's Café. It had been a while since I
was about to spoil myself with a little extravagance.
A middle-aged woman dragged three children into
the crowded post office.
It soon became noisy due to the voices of the mother
and children. Sally stopped going out and went into a
phone booth on the corner.
I closed the door tightly and looked out of the corner
of my eye through the small window in the door.
Everyone was busy with their own work, so I didn't
even look at them that way.
Sally slid her butt over a chair in the corner and
opened the purse in her bag. I sighed as I tried to
pick up four of the larger coins, one, two, three was
not enough. I don't make long distance calls because
they are expensive, but I couldn't help it because it
was important.
He picked up an earpiece that looked like the base of
a chandelier, held it to his ear and inserted money
into the coin slot. As soon as I turned the dial, a
young woman's clear voice echoed in my ears.
[This is a long distance call.] "Hello.
Blackburn from Halewood.
Sally leaned toward the transmitter on her phone.
Blackburn, the name the operator would pass on to
the other party, meant withdrawal request.
"Walk to 1499 Crawford, Brayton."
This was followed by the name of the region and the
name of the other party's exchange company.
[Please wait a moment].
After the operator's voice, only the mechanical
clicking continued for a long time.
Sally peered into the booth nervously. The woman
who brought the child began chatting with the
woman behind the desk, as if she had no intention of
leaving even after sending all the packages. Let's
make more noise for the next 10 minutes.
'Yes, he deserves a kick in the ass.'
The voices of the other party could not be heard even
though he spent a dull time chatting alone with
chatter faintly filtering into the booth. I was rubbing
my hand on the buckle of my purse, which had faded
due to scratches here and there, when someone
opened the door to the post office and came in.
Just as he raised his head to think it was Peter, he
heard a familiar voice.
[Blackburn of Halewood?]
Without even asking who Sally's fiancé was, he
began by reciting the code to request the withdrawal.
"that's right."
[...] what, you?]
I was quite surprised, probably expecting Peter or
Fred's voice in Halewood.
[What is happening?]
He turned to the main topic without saying goodbye
to his fiancée, whom he had not heard from in a long
time. It is possible that the operator is still listening
to the call, so the conversation continued without
insulting once, leaving everything vague.
"I want to go home."
Jimmy would know. would know. The
tone of complaint is only
camouflage. Sally never acts like a child.
[What's wrong? What's wrong with Mom's hospital
bill?]
The phrase 'mom's hospital bill' had to be changed to
'your mission'.
"Your employer is strange."
[That's strange. What are you talking about?]
"Did you forget what I said before I came
here?"
He could not have forgotten that I had warned him to
put nails in his ears about his meeting with
Winston at Abington Beach as a child. A long sigh
came from beyond the receiver.
[But you haven't been cut yet].
They said they had not yet arrested him, so they did
not catch him.
"It could be cut soon."
[Take it no. You're right. There would be no
evidence anyway. Isn't that so?]
This time, Sally let out a long sigh into the
transmitter.
[We need you.]
Jimmy knows what his fiancée is most vulnerable to.
Since we were babies, we grew up together and were
like siblings.
"but..."
Sally took a deep breath and stopped. I didn't want to
tell anyone, no more than anyone else, my fiancé, but
I had to. After a moment's hesitation, she closed her
eyes tightly and exhaled.
"Yesterday he tried to run me over."
The silence continued on the other end of the
receiver. What thoughts were going through his head
at this moment, five hours into the train ride?
Worried about your lover who was almost raped?
Determined to get her out of Winston's filthy
clutches immediately? Going after the filthy beast
who tried to seduce your fiancée?
Will it be that disappointment towards a colleague
who ruined the operation by being disobedient in the
eyes of the duke's target?
[Really?]
all wrong Sally let out a broken rage. "So,
you would lie about this?"
[No, you know very well that's not what I mean. The
one I know and so... Because it doesn't fit]
There was no way that Jimmy, the head of the
Revolutionary Army, was unaware of Winston's
characteristics, a first-class person. It was consistent
information that, although Winston was a man
whose technique was dirty, only his underside was
clean. Then he would have put his fiancée in
Winston's fortress with confidence.
However, a statement that contradicts the
information that has been consistent so far is the first
to come out of Sally's mouth. Apart from sadness,
she knew very well that it was hard to believe right
away.
Sally added something to add to Jimmy's sense of
crisis.
"What I hid under my skirt was stolen." [...]
Didn't she cut herself?]
"That's why it's more dangerous."
Winston treats her differently. I couldn't predict my
next move.
Sally pondered, silently waiting for Jimmy's
response.
Should I tell you any more? It wasn't enough that
Winston had sucked her blood the day before, so he
had left evidence of masturbation on the office floor
with the handkerchief that had cleaned up the blood.
Even though they were sweethearts who were like
family, this kind of story was so embarrassing.
"I don't have time."
My phone bill will be running out soon. A loud sigh
was heard over the handset, and Jimmy gave an
order in an admonishing voice to his lover.
[I'm going to my friend's house. I'll talk to the adults
and then I'll call you].
She told me to wait at the safe house in the town of
Winsford, about an hour's train ride from here, as she
had to discuss it with the officers. Sally immediately
hung up the phone and left the booth.
Should I send the money later? Peter hasn't returned
yet. Sally waved to the postmaster and left the post
office.
On my way to the streetcar stop, I stopped at
Madame Benoa's café.
"Please wrap this and this."
With tight pockets, two pieces of cake at a high-end
cafe were unreasonable. However, I wanted to treat
Fred's older sister and childhood friend Nancy, who
works at the safe house, to a little luxury.
I tied my bike to a pole at the streetcar stop and
boarded the streetcar in the direction of Winsford.
While
I sat by the window and looked outside, the idyllic
landscape of grazing sheep soon turned into a huge
factory emitting black smoke.
There was a time when this was an apple orchard.
The owner cut down all the apple trees ten years ago
and sold them to an auto parts company.
As technology developed, the owners of the land
became richer and those who farmed the land
became poorer. After being driven off the farm and
not seeing sunlight for dozens of hours in the
factory, the meager wages earned at the end of
intensive labor would be wasted on medicine.
The building in front of my eyes grew slowly. The
gap between rich and poor, which is not noticeable
in small rural towns, becomes more pronounced the
closer you get to a big city.
Sally got off the streetcar when she saw the large
opera house. As I walked through the crowd
following my path, I came upon a large
department store.
A young woman with a colorful sable coat over her
shoulders, unsuitable for the mild climate, was
holding the hand of a boy of about ten, walking
toward a roadside cab. In the boy's hand was a train
set that the younger prince had recently received as a
gift from a foreign royal family and made famous.
A boy my age standing on the side of the road
looked at him with unfocused eyes. A piece of
cardboard hung around the boy's neck with coal soot
on his face.
Sally took out some bills from the money she was
going to send for the army and held them out to the
boy. The boy's eyes opened wide, but he did not
readily accept the money.
"... What is it?"
It meant giving a large amount of money without
haggling because he was trying to do something
dangerous.
"I'm just giving."
The boy blinked like a frightened puppy and
slowly extended a black-spotted hand.
under the fingernails. The favor I expected nothing
in return was quite frightening.
whistle The money was snatched from Sally's hands.
As soon as the boy took the money, he ran away
without saying thank you. She ran away, fearing that
a strange woman might change her mind and ask her
to return the money, or accuse her of being a thief.
The distrust was not only in the child's mind.
Sally also had to leave this place quickly. The boy
might have a bad heart and bring bad guys to steal
Sally. Now that I don't have a gun, I have to be
more careful.
I decided to use the department store as a detour. The
department store before Easter was decorated in a
cute and colorful way like a world in a fairy tale.
'Come to think of it, I need to buy socks...'
The stockings Winston ripped yesterday were ruined.
I approached the sock stand. The clerk, who was
counting on the ledger, slightly lifted the corner of
her long eyeliner
black to look at Sally, then looked down again at the
ledger.
The clerk's eyes were not mistaken. The fancy
stockings in the department store were not Sally's.
Sally pretended she didn't like the stockings she had
picked up, put them down casually and walked
away. On the way back to the mansion, I thought I
would have to check the Halewood general store for
some rayon stockings on sale.
As soon as I turned the corner, I suddenly stopped
walking. It was because my sober figure was
reflected in the glass.
An old light gray cardigan, a white blouse with a
round neck without any embroidery, a navy blue
pleated skirt that reaches below the knee and a worn
brown leather handbag.
A mannequin wearing an elegant dress worth ten
times her weekly salary stood behind the glass,
making her look plain and tattered.
"Don't grow up pretty. Don't make it pretty. Don't let
no one will see you.
Her mother's voice echoed softly in Sally's head as
she unconsciously pictured herself in that fancy
dress.
Anyway, like my mother, I'm not a beauty that
makes every man on the street look back from time
to time.
Since her mother was away for a long time due to
her duties, it was the revolutionary army community
that raised Sally. Occasionally, when she came
home, Sally would crawl into her bed and pretend to
be asleep. It was because her mother always acted
stiff when Sally was awake or in front of other
people.
When Sally fell asleep, he sat on the bed and stroked
her hair. It was a friendly touch that was hard to feel
normally.
"Don't grow up pretty. Don't make it pretty. Don't let
no one will see you.
My mother always repeated the same words like a
mantra. If anyone bought Sally pretty cosmetics or
jewelry, she hated it and would even throw it away.
When her father bought her red lipstick for Sally's
fifteenth birthday, she was so angry that she even
threw a glass of wine at him.
I was sad when I was young. My mother's dresser
drawers were overflowing with colorful cosmetics,
and the closet was crammed with expensive dresses
and shoes that I didn't know where to buy.
'So why did that happen to me?'
I want to ask, but my mother was not of this world.
Whatever the reason, it didn't change the fact that my
mother was a good revolutionary.
You are also a great revolutionary.
Sally stared at her reflection in the glass and smiled
slightly. I ran my hand through my hair, which was
slightly tousled from riding my bike, and repeated it.
this is the path I took

***
A rather heavy silence fell over the sedan that had
left Winsford HQ West and started to drive toward
Gurban. It was interrupted by a low, very low
voice, mixed with laughter.
"At this rate, only the bones will be left."
Leon turned his gaze out the window to his superior,
Lieutenant Colonel Humphrey, in the seat next to
him.
There was no need to ask who he was talking about.
Even in Leon's mind, the Western commander was
already shouting out loud at the site of the attack in
Gurban with a skinny face.
"Moderate weight loss is good for your health."
"If only I could live a long time."
Just because the driver and the government are
revealed to be rebel spies, the commander's path is a
precipice.
However, while escorting one of the spies to the
camp, the rebels attacked and it was not enough to
fail, and the convoy even suffered casualties.
If the commander were summoned to the royal
capital, the punishment he would face would be
doubled.
The commander had lost his thievery and his dignity
as a soldier and was left with only greed. Jaina, with
whom Leon had always been displeased, seemed
pitiful these days.
"It's also worth seeing Harris' face."
The lieutenant colonel laughed at the mention of the
convoy commander. The intelligence agency in
charge of the lieutenant colonel laughs like nobody's
business because it has no responsibility in this
incident.
But can it be called other people's work?
Leon stared at the back of Lieutenant Campbell's
neck, who was sitting in the passenger seat, with
piercing eyes.
How did you know the destination was the big one?
They did not send personnel to follow and attack the
convoy. Waiting outside Gibbon, they attacked a
convoy. The raid was organized and meticulous.
This meant that they knew in advance when the
convoy would take place.
The information was leaked somewhere.
This may not be the first time. A few months ago, the
person he released as a double agent was eliminated
in just two days. Suspicion was becoming certainty.
Of course, the information could have leaked from
convoys or other headquarters departments.
But what if not?
If the person under Leon's command were to inform
him, his future path would be a precipice.
cannot be
I wasn't naïve enough to hope that it wasn't. He had
to find it first and bury it before he could find it at
the top level. It meant that the fact that a
subordinate had been reported had to be buried,
and the informant's body had to be buried
somewhere.
Campbell?
Leon softened his gaze from the back of Campbell's
head. the author can not
The Campbells had been vassals of the Winstons for
hundreds of years. Now that his vassal status was
gone, he was running a military business.
with the help of the Winston family. Then,
Lieutenant Campbell is a dog that Leon sent from the
Campbell family to be free.
I will have to give you instructions.
After arriving in Gurban, I intended to give
instructions if the lieutenant colonel was absent.
Watch for the latest trends from the national
intelligence department that was in charge and the
soldiers deployed in the Winston annex.
'y...'
Leon's pupils widened in an instant as he
inadvertently turned his head away from the window.
Why that woman over there...? .
The maid was standing on the busy sidewalk.
In the midst of the bustling crowd, the woman was
rummaging through her brown handbag. I wouldn't
have recognized her if I hadn't thought her back
looked strangely familiar because she wasn't wearing
the black maid's uniform she always wore and her
hair was down.
pleasant and annoying
Leon's brow furrowed slightly. The woman pulled a
bill from her purse and handed it to a beggar
standing in front of a department store.
You say your mother's hospital bills are not enough?
Spending money on beggars wearing socks so old
they have holes in them.
You have plenty of room.
Today, during my lunch break, I divided my busy
time to go back to the mansion and began to feel
sorry for what I had done.
"A beauty that turns your head."
At the sudden voice of the lieutenant colonel, Leon
involuntarily turned his head back.
"Did you see a pretty girl?"
"No."
"You will take care of yourself, but isn't it in the
prime of life? Like a bee to a honey pot, a beautiful
woman will be attracted. You'd better be careful if
you don't want to look like the Commander."
Well. Leon was sure he wouldn't look like a
commander. He's not a pathetic bastard who doesn't
recognize the spy and gets excited when he smells a
woman.
"In our time, a cunning fox blond
wandered..."
The lieutenant colonel suddenly shut his mouth. It
was only now that he remembered that Leon was the
son of a man who lost his life after being tricked by
that cunning blond fox.
"She died a few years ago, did you hear?"
"Yes."
"I'm s o r r y . Compared to what I did, I was too
comfortable.
The lieutenant colonel rummaged in the inside
pocket of his jacket and pulled out a cigarette case.
He muttered as he bit the end of his cigarette.
"Leon..."
He called out to Leon in a friendly manner as if he
were his own son and offered him a cigar. Leon
declined, polite enough not to disturb the lieutenant
colonel. The thick hand holding the cigar tapped him
on the shoulder and withdrew.
"I'm going to catch that daughter and show her a
good example in hell. Major Winston in Heaven
would be proud of you.
The woman had two sons with the surname Riddle,
the 'royal family' of the rebels. The eldest son, as
'Little Jimmy', was expected to follow in his father's
footsteps and lead the leadership, but as soon as both
parents died, he drifted away from the rebels.
He gave up all the power and wealth now given to
management and became a laborer on a rural farm.
Although he concealed his identity, it didn't take
Leon long to track him down and find him.
The rats must be caught. But what about the
renegade rat?
The leader of the rebels or his younger sister would
approach him someday, so he was only monitored.
So that the rats you let loose could drive more rats.
"It will be worth seeing if they catch Little Riddle.
There are more than ten in the West who are
gnashing their teeth at Riddle's rats.
Only one of Riddle's infamous rats remained.
Small riddle.
His real name, appearance and age have not been
disclosed.
So far, every time I interrogated the rebels, I didn't
forget to ask about the last Riddle, but they all
missed nothing. He seemed to be more afraid of the
unknown leader of the rebels than the torturer
standing in front of him with a blunt pincer.
What the hell is that woman for?
The military then named the mysterious woman
Little Riddle, which means 'Little Enigma'.
If she looked like her mother, would she be a beauty
with blonde hair and hazel eyes? She was probably
as cunning and vicious as her mother. She must be
selling her body to military officers somewhere to
steal information.

***

I went out the back door of the department store and

walked down the alley that was tangled up like a
spider web. The other side of the colorful city center
was gray. A series of dilapidated buildings where
mainly the poor working class resided. Only the
sound of Sally's shoes echoed in the empty alley.
No one paid Sally any attention until she reached the
red brick building in the back alley. For people here,
even being curious about other people's lives was a
luxury. I go to work before the sun comes up and
come back after the sun goes down.
That was why he settled in such a remote and
underdeveloped place.
If you put a safe house in a place where the middle
class lives, you will be easily discovered. After all,
there are always people who have plenty of time to
look out the window and find out what their
neighbors are gossiping about. It was the worst
position in the safe house, where other faces had no
choice but to come and go.
I stood in front of a black door with peeling paint
and rang the doorbell.
[Go away, damn things].
Harsh words came out of the loudspeaker. Sally
frowned slightly.
-Nancy, it's me.
[ah...]
The speaker went off with a click and I heard
footsteps running down the stairs from behind the
door. Soon the door opened slightly and brown eyes
peered toward her. Confirming again that it was her
friend, Nancy pushed Sally inside.
"I thought it was the neighborhood kids again? These
days, there are guys who get a kick out of ringing the
doorbell and running away."
Sally followed Nancy up the old stairs. The house
facing the alley on the right side of the third floor
was the safe house.
Even in the brief time she went downstairs to unlock
the door, Nancy kept the door to the safe house
firmly closed. When she went inside and relocked
the locks, Sally walked through the small living
room and into the kitchen.
"What is it, is it your day off?
"eh."
Nancy turned on the radio on the wall shelf while the
cake she had brought was placed on the small table.
Immediately, a dazzling trumpet played and covered
the sound of the two conversations. Whoever was
behind the thin wall could not hear the conversation.
"Actually, Jimmy decided to call this way." "Why,
what's going on?"
try to retire
Then they will ask you why you want to retire. I was
worried that the reason would reach the ears of Fred,
Nancy's younger brother and Winston's subordinate,
who had covertly infiltrated. I was still immature, so
I didn't know what I was going to do.
"No big deal."
"Eh... But what is this?"
Nancy frowned and touched the side of my lips with
her fingertips. Realizing I was talking about the scar
on her cheek, Sally also frowned and turned away.
"I got scratched at work - more coffee than that?
Soon, the two were chatting over a steaming mug
and two pieces of cake.
Sally cut the cake with a fork and popped it in her
mouth.
Almond sponge cake filled with vanilla pastry cream
between slices thinly coated with caramelized
almond slices.
This cake was to blame for making people drool at
the mere mention of Madame Benoa's name. She
marveled at the taste of the sweet clouds melting
under the tasty sunlight.
"Isn't that fantastic?"
"Am I surprised that such a talented person w o u ld
hide in such a rural corner?"
Nancy tasted another cake topped with raspberry jam
and nodded.
"Thanks to the Winston's, we eat and live. Every time we
have a party, we order a lot."
"Ah, how is Fred, by the way?"
"Yeah, I guess that's okay."
I didn't tell him how hard it was to recover from
Winston's beating yesterday because of me.
"Ugh, I'm worried because he's shy." "But... He
seemed surprised by Mr. Bobby."
I remembered Fred running out of the torture
chamber a few days ago, echoing his uncle's
screams. How pale his face was. Later, when it was
just the two of them, he even asked Sally how she
was going to hold on to this every time.
"But what about the guy, how did he do?"
"What does he look like? An elite unit came to his
rescue."
Nancy waved her hand and smiled as if she didn't
care about anything.
"Where are you
now?" At Billford's
house. "Are you
feeling well?"
I suddenly remembered asking Nancy.
Disdainful eyes looked at her when asked if there was
any leaked information.
I feel bad for leaving a residue of misunderstanding
with a man I won't see for a long time.
"Oh, no. I'll have to call you.
"Long distances are expensive, so make them short."
"I know."
Sally came out into the living room and sat down
on the couch. I rummaged through an old notebook
hidden under the couch cushion and found
Billford's coded home number. I immediately
picked up the telephone receiver on the coffee
table.
The operator's voice and the sound of the mechanical
clicking continued tediously. It was not enough, so I
could hear Mr. Bobby's voice only after hearing the
woman in charge of the safe house scold me about
what kind of phone call was not urgent.
"Dude, it's me. How are you?"
[Oh yes. Now that I am alive, I must say that life is
worth living].
The voice over the earpiece was a little muffled, but
the energy that had not been felt in the torture
chamber had returned.
"thank God."
[Thank you for your concern.]
"Of course. You are like my family.
Although she was used to this, Sally had a warm
heart. She could not have been more than happy to
have had to coolly turn a blind eye to her difficulties
because of her mission.
"Then get a good rest and quickly regain your
strength, and when you go home, say hello to Mrs.
Hattie..."
As I was about to hang up the phone and say hello,
Mr. Bobby interrupted me. What was the point of
calling his real name, not his disguised name, in a
low voice?
"... Yes?"
[Did you assume the role of the devil's
mistress?] "Yes?"
Sally was momentarily speechless at the staggering
speculation. Could it be that Winston was friendly
yesterday in the torture chamber, causing a
misunderstanding?
"Sir, there's no way I'd do that with that nasty
bastard."
[Didn't you give an order from above?]
"You know there is no way my fiancé would give
such a mission from above."
[...] ...]
"sir."
[Are you in contact with Joe?]
She asked him if he was in contact with his older
brother, who had left his comrade out of the blue. He
is a member of Sally's family, but a renegade to his
comrades. As she hesitated without answering, the
man made an incomprehensible request.
[Go with Joe. Then don't come back.]
I don't know how I hung up. Sally hung up the
receiver and stared at the stain on the corner of the
coffee table.
Perhaps it is because the man's mind and body have
weakened since he was tortured? Or did I make a
mistake that would be shameful to stand shoulder to
shoulder with a comrade? To leave me, who knew
nothing but revolution and comrades, and never
return.
I was thinking about the stunned old man's words,
and regained my senses only when I knocked on the
wall saying that the radio was loud next door.
Sally chatted cordially with Nancy over cold coffee
all afternoon. Fragments of the old man's words still
floated in my head.
It was a time when a new topic of conversation was
going back to childhood memories. Finally the
phone rang.
"It took a long time."
[I'm sorry, but I have to postpone the retreat.]
"Why, is it dangerous?"
Sally burst out in irritation at the unexpected
response. She continued speaking in a heavy,
unsteady voice.
[Instead, you have been given a new mission. I think
you will do well as usual].
"What?"
[I want you to listen calmly without getting angry,
and don't forget that I love you].
As he listened to Jimmy in silence, he nervously
twisted the headset cord and moistened his dry lips.
Is this a mission that requires even death?
"I am willing to lay down my life for anything that
worthwhile. So, tell me." [I want
you to get close to him.]
Sally's head tilted. is it an approach Is it an illusion
that your instructions sound strange?
"I don't know what you mean, are you still doing that?
Sally's fiancé let out a long sigh and then lowered his
voice.
[Did I say I saw you as a woman?]
At that moment, the pencil in Sally's hand snapped in
two.
It is a world of beauty. The Revolutionary Army
doesn't use such dirty tricks.
"Are you talking sane?"
I raised my voice and heard the sound of a chair
being pulled from the kitchen. Nancy seemed to be
coming this way.
[You know this is a rare opportunity. It will be
helpful in stopping it. Important information is
also more readily available. And it will be easy to
get rid of it once it is no longer useful].
"Nonsense."
[I don't mean growing up with
him.] Sally wiped her face and
laughed.
"So, does that mean I'll do something if I don't get
there?
As soon as I put the transmitter near my mouth and
made a sarcastic comment, Nancy came out of the
kitchen. Sally turned her back on her friend who was
leaning against the door frame with a worried look
on her face and covered the receiver with her hand.
[It doesn't. Do your best to avoid him and try to
persuade him. If you do it right, you may be able to
control it].
"How do you avoid it? I'm not a person with sane
thoughts. how can I control it?
Are you talking about people like us?
[No time to argue. You don't have to send money
from now on. You will need it]
It meant weekly shopping for the cosmetics or
clothes needed to seduce Winston.
"What? I don't need to. Why did you change like that?
You've never used such a dirty trick before.
[You are too idealistic. Sometimes I'm not sure if you
really are my lifelong ally].
"What are you talking about?"
[I mean, I need to be sure that no matter what I trust
you with, you'll understand. Our work is dirtier,
sicker and more humiliating than you think.
Sometimes even painful devotion is necessary].
As the fiancée's words continued, Sally's expression
changed moment by moment.
[You don't think this is too much of a sacrifice, do
you? There are many people who lose their lives, but
I hope you are not sacrificing yourself].
"You're my fiancé... No, how can you say that when
you know how serious I am about this?
[Note that this decision was made with difficulty.
you did that to me Like your parents, want to be
close comrades with me. and don't forget I love you.]
Jimmy knew what his fiancée was most vulnerable
to. As he played the deciding card, Sally bit her lip.
"Cut it out at once. We have to leave before
the streetcar breaks down.
It was still a little early to cut the train. However, as
soon as Sally hung up the phone, she ran out of the
safe house. It was obvious that Nancy would ask
what was going on.
I was walking toward the streetcar stop, kicking as if
venting my anger on an innocent street. Sally
stopped when she saw the department store that had
given the boy money. Grabbing her purse and
pondering for a moment, she crossed the main street
and entered the post office.
In the lobby of the post office, which was
incomparably larger than Halewood, people were
already waiting their turn. As the deadline
approached, post office employees
were busy playing with their hands, not paying
attention to the customers who had just arrived.
Sally pulled round sunglasses from her purse and put
them on. The black scarf was also wrapped tightly
around her head and chin to cover the wounds before
finishing the line.
After waiting about 30 minutes, it was my turn. The
gold-rimmed glasses clerk looked at Sally and asked
disingenuously.
"I can help you with
something." "I want to
transfer money."
Sally pulled a wad of bills out of her purse. After
seeing the amount, the clerk raised his eyebrows and
handed me a pen and paper to write down the sender
and payee information. While the man counted the
bills, Sally fiddled with her pen.
Transfers sent through someone other than Peter can
be traced. However, it was difficult to find the sender
in such a crowded post office in a big city.
I finished the application form and handed it to the
staff. The recipient's name scrawled in anger was not
Jimmy's, but that of his brother.
As I watched the clerk fiddling with the typewriter,
the words Jimmy had just said echoed in my head.
[From now on, you don't have to send money, you'll
need it].
is fine. I don't need to.
In the end, the money taken from Winston was not
used for military funds at headquarters or for Sally's
work.
Sally's nephew who doesn't even know her face will
be able to have a happy Easter. That comforted me a
little.
Still, he was in a bad mood and wanted to run. But
now that he didn't have a gun, it was dangerous to
wander the dark streets alone at night.
On the way home from Halewood, April's capricious
rains made my hair and clothes damp and limp.
Could there be a better option for the heavy, droopy
mood?
He dragged his bicycle through the back door of the
mansion reserved for the hired help. The sun had set
and the lights dimly illuminated the dark garden.
Sally turned her back on the main building, where
bright lights streamed in, and walked toward the
gloomy annex.
As I entered through the outbuilding fence,
Winston's car was not there. I left my bike in the
shed in the backyard and looked up, but the lights in
the office and bedroom were also out.
Still not back yet?
The revolver, which should still be 'confiscated' in
the office drawer, flashed through my mind for a
moment. But I immediately abandoned my
thoughts.
The one who always locks the drawer did not lock it
today. it could have been forgotten It was a trap
deliberately left open to steal.
Climbing the stairs to the attic, Sally let out a long
sigh.
I couldn't even get a new gun. Wherever you hide it,
Winston's dirty hands will find it.
Why in the world would you call me tonight to do
something dirty?
Rescue operations, bombings, robberies in royal
villas.
I've taken on all kinds of difficult missions, but this
was the first time I thought about running away.
'Damn Jimmy, are you still my fiancée?
However, it was she who wanted to live as a
comrade-in-arms like her parents.
'But that's not really all.'
Thinking about the conversation, Sally paused at the
door to the maid's room. A shopping bag from the
department store I went to today hung on the
doorknob.
Is Winston here?
I looked around and looked inside the maid's room,
but she was not there.
Sally walked in, locked the door and looked at the
fancy shopping bag like a ticking time bomb. After
much thought, she finally opened it and squinted.
'What kind of whimsy is this again?'
The first thing I took out was ointment in a small
box. It was to be applied to the wounds on the face.
Since when did Winston care so much about the
maid's wound? If you go to the mansion kitchen,
there are many maids with cut hands, but I will only
send them there.
I'm not a human being with sane thoughts, so it
wouldn't mean an apology. what trick is it?
I put the box of ointment in the drawer and checked
my shopping bag. Inside were twelve flat, square
boxes. A sigh mixed with resentment escaped Sally's
mouth as she opened one of the colorful patterned
boxes.
silk stockings.
It cost three times as much as Sally had collected and
saved this afternoon. There were also three pairs of
each color: black, white, brown and peach.
As Sally stared at the twelve boxes of bombs strewn
across the bed, Jimmy's absurd orders kept repeating
over and over in her head.
"... Please don't do this.

***

Sally was tidying up the dressing room in Winston's

annex. I never thought the rescue operation would
turn out to be an unexpected stroke of luck.
Winston went to Gurban the day after the operation
and did not return until today, three days later.
Don't come back forever.
A shaft of scarlet evening light filtered through a
slit in the curtain covering the long window.
Judging by the fact that there had been no calls
from Lieutenant Campbell to prepare something
suitable for Winston's mood even now, at dusk, it
looked as if he would not be returning today.
Winston has been sleeping more often in the
dormitories in the annex than in the main building.
for the past few months. As a result, she also had to
manage her personal things, which kept Sally very
busy.
Sally, who picked up the officer's uniform from the
laundry cart and hung it carefully in the closet,
frowned at the thought of the trivial dirty talk in the
laundry room earlier.
The threads of the buttons are in tatters.
The maids in charge of the laundry laughed, saying
that the buttons on Winston's pants had to be sewn
back on with strong thread. It was clear that she was
referring to the pants he was wearing the day he
attacked Sally.
"What got you so excited about getting your
button ripped off?"
"Didn't you hear that I had an appointment with the
Grand Duchess that day?"
Crazy guy After spending the entire evening with the
woman he was going to get engaged to, he tried to
attack the maid as soon as she arrived.
"Since you're tall and your hands are big, you must
be, hmm, big too, right?"
One of the maids whispered, and another clenched
her fists and shook her forearm.
"It's obvious just by looking at the stretched
thread.Wouldn't it be
Don't you think it looks pretty good there too?
At that moment, Sally, who unconsciously
remembered the big 'cigar', frowned as if she had
been bitten by an insect.
Why the hell do people wonder about that son of a
bitch's dirty parts? Sally wanted to know, but it was
unfair that she couldn't.
The cart is almost empty. All that was left were
small things like socks and handkerchiefs. Sally
frowned again as she carelessly picked up a carefully
folded white silk handkerchief from the basket.
Isn't that the damn handkerchief?
Originally, as soon as I found him, I restrained my
desire to throw him on the stove and burn him.
Considering his eccentricity, it was clear that he
would be investigated as having taken the case if he
deliberately burned the things I let him look at.
Sally also tucked the clean handkerchief in the
middle of the tightly packed handkerchief in the
drawer.
'Should he simply be expelled?'
I took the laundry cart to the second floor, grabbed
my share of dinner and went up to the loft. Suddenly,
a good idea came to my mind.
The engagement to the grand duke has not yet been
finalized, but rumors of an affair with a petty maid...
Mrs. Winston will throw Sally out immediately.
So it's not that I didn't start the new mission, but that
I didn't?
However, the terrible sense of responsibility caught
Sally's ankle. With difficulty, they successfully
infiltrated the Winston family. If they left without
planting anyone, it would be like setting fire on the
way back after building a strong bridge.
Fred was there, but to be honest, he wasn't
trustworthy. I don't have Winston's trust, and I never
know when he will act on a whim and send me to
another unit or branch.
'Don't ever come back. Or fall in love with another
girl in Geobeon.... Ah, why is this happening again?
After the meal, Sally went to the small bathroom
attached to the maid's room and let out a long sigh.
No matter how long I turned on the shower valve,
only icy water came out. There were times when the
boiler in the basement of the outbuilding was old and
the hot water would not reach the loft.
The price of hard work is an ice water shower. I
couldn't take it.
Even otherwise, the bathroom under the attic was
already freezing. Shivering in just her underwear,
Sally stared at the falling ice water before turning it
off. She put the clothes she had taken off back on,
grabbed a change of clothes and headed downstairs.
Winston won't be coming anyway.

***

The sound of the music was drowned out by the

whistles of the men as the dancers entered the
scenery. All the dancers wore were short skirts with
colorful tassels and beads, and imitation pearl
n e c k l a c e s around their necks.
Leon looked at the women dancing with their breasts
exposed. Why are you so passionate about a simple
piece of meat? It was no different than a piece of
meat hanging in a butcher shop.
Of the five officers seated at the table, Leon was the
only one who looked bored.
Unable to bear the boredom, he cast a slight glance
at Lieutenant Colonel Humphrey, who was seated
beside him. The superior, not realizing that the cigars
were turning to ashes, was licking his lips at the girls
of his daughters' age.
The lieutenant colonel had a serious expression like a
Doberman in Gurban, but the moment he got out of
there, he started laughing like a monkey. Even that
wasn't enough, so he took the intelligence officers to a
cabaret for a farewell party for the commander who
was soon to return to civilian life.
A party without the star of the party.
The only thing that interested Leon was this
contradiction.
As I slowly swirled my glass with my chin resting on
my side, the lieutenant colonel tipped the bottle of
whiskey over Leon's glass.
"Isn't it fun?"
"It's just that my taste is picky."
At Leon's sincere response, the lieutenant colonel
chuckled under his breath.
"Hey, what about that girl?"
The lieutenant colonel pointed the tip of his cigar at
the dancer in the middle of the stage. The beautiful
woman with a gorgeous smile and kissing the
audience was the most popular woman in the
Winsford entertainment district. It also meant that the
price for one night was the most expensive.
"Kitty Hays. She's a woman no one can live with."
A middle-aged man slipped his arm around Leon's
shoulders and whispered in his ear as if giving him
valuable information.
"Hey, you're lucky today. The owner of this cabaret
owes me."
When did you say be careful with women? Leon
took a sip of his whiskey and twisted his lips.
"Thank you, but I don't like it. I will decline.
"Hey, once you get dirty, your misophobia is
supposed to get better. That's how everyone starts
out, isn't it, Johnson?
Major Johnson, sitting across from Leon, shrugged
his shoulders.
"Your lieutenant colonel is right, but it wouldn't be
wrong to get married without knowing the fun.
Wouldn't it be problematic if you were late and
couldn't come to your senses?
The major winked slightly at Leon. It was always his
job to dissuade the lieutenant colonel from
pushing the reluctant Leon into the hotel room every
time he went to the cabaret. The major had a
higher military rank than Leon, but he had a lower
social rank than the big landowners in Camden,
including Winsford.
"ah... Yes. The noble Grand Duchess. What's she
like? Is she your taste?
"I don't like marriage."
The lieutenant colonel laughed so hard his ears
pricked up.
"That's right."
As if he had said the right thing, the lieutenant
colonel patted Leon on the back with his thick hand.
But know this.
"..."
"A hot night doesn't always end badly."
Leon laughed bitterly. The lieutenant colonel knew
he was reluctant to meet strangers, fearing he would
meet a miserable end like his father.
The lieutenant colonel continued to pester Leon by
pointing to each of the dancers on stage. As he gave
an appropriate response, a woman approached with a
fancy black tray tied around her neck with a rope.
Lieutenant Campbell, who was seated next to her,
beckoned.
Leon watched the woman silently as Campbell paid
for a pack of cigarettes and a few packs of gum from
the tray.
A poor woman selling cigarettes.
A woman as insignificant as that maiden. A
lopsided smile soon crept across her face.
A woman who cannot get rid of her modesty even if
she wears an erotic uniform that exposes her
cleavage and thighs.
Selling forced smiles to men, not unlike prostitutes
on stage, but without the slightest intention of
seducing men? No, a child who doesn't even know
what to do with seduction.
A country boy who had just come in from the field
and didn't even smell like perfume, let alone a bath.
Like Sally Bristol.
Even his eyes, tired from the pleasure that awaited
him, resembled Sally's watching him.
Leon approached the woman standing on the wall.
Sensing his presence, the woman opened her deep
blue eyes and looked at him.
"Hey, what do you need?"
The reason for the stuttering was unknown. Was it
because his spirit was repressed, or did he read an
impure sign from it?
Leon took a random box of candy from the tray, put
it in the inside pocket of his officer's uniform and
held out a bill. When the woman tried to give him
change, he shook his head and asked.
"Is this your first time?" "Yes?"
The woman opened her eyes again.
"why...something like that..... Questions?"
Watching him behave like a frightened rat, he
seemed to have misunderstood the question, "Is
this your first time?"
"Is this your first time today?"
The woman's face turned red as if she had not
understood. The woman looked down and laughed
awkwardly before asking again.
"How did you
know?""Tina."
He looked down silently with his arms crossed, and
the woman looked back at him, acting like a
frightened rat.
"What... Do you need anything else?
That's what the maid usually says.
This could work.
"Do you have a lover?"
The woman raised and lowered her eyes, looked him
in the eye and answered in a low voice, like the
squeak of a rat.
"... Yes."
At that moment, the smile that appeared on Leon's
serious face became more twisted than ever.
Faith and love cannot settle firmly in the swamp of
poverty. For it easily collapses even with the breeze
of a few pennies.
For a penny less than half of what she had given the
maid days before, the woman betrayed her fiancé
and obediently followed her to the hotel. When Leon
opened the door, the woman flinched, clutching the
hem of her short skirt.
"Really, you're going to do it with me?"
asked the woman with a blush on her face. Leon only
let out a laugh.
Stupid woman. Why are you so excited? What you're
hoping for won't happen in this.
A young, handsome, rich man spends one night with
a poor, unattractive me and falls in love. He seemed
to be mistaken that something like this would happen
to me in a third-rate romance novel.
"Come in."
When he gave the order firmly, the woman
shuddered and entered. An insidious atmosphere
began to emanate from Leon, who immediately
followed and slammed the door shut.
The woman seemed to have realized her situation a
bit and stood in front of the bed, not knowing what
to do. Leon leaned against the wall opposite the bed
without approaching the woman.
"Take it."
He ordered as he loosened the knot of his tie that was
tight around his neck.
"I don't have time."
The woman who had been watching her frozen in
place removed the old trench coat only after Leon
tapped his watch. The look in Leon's eyes as he
watched the woman undo the ribbons and buttons of
the cabaret uniform one by one was the same as
when he watched the naked dancers on stage.
"Take all that off too. Oh, take off your stockings
put on.
The woman took off her bra and bloomers and
climbed onto the bed wearing only cheap rayon
stockings, but the man stayed away.
The woman who looked at him while covering his
naked body with her hands had no idea. In the head
of that young officer, who looked like a movie star,
another woman was undressing.
Maybe it's because it doesn't smell like blood?
Leon looked at the woman sitting on the bed with
her flesh exposed like a piece of meat and walked
over to a small table.
"OMG!"
The woman let out a squeak as the sharp end of the
wine opener mercilessly stabbed into Leon's thumb.
Leon, whose thumb had begun to bleed, did not arch
his eyebrows once.
She approached the bed, licking the blood that tried
to run down her palms and wrists. The woman
retreated to the corner of the bed with trembling blue
eyes.
Leon squeezed the chin of the woman who was
trying to escape from him and crushed her pale,
trembling lips with his thumb. The woman's lips
were all red with her blood.
this could work
Her taste might not be that maiden's. Only the smell
of blood and the contempt in a woman's eyes could
excite her.
'Yes, so despise me. I'm doing great so far.
Leon gave a confident smile to the woman who
looked at him as if looking at a monster, and lowered
her head. The bloodied, throbbing lips came close in
an instant.
smell of blood.
And a woman who despises
me. it will work.
I have to pass "oh...
excuse me..." I had
to pass...
He stopped involuntarily before their lips touched.
The woman called out to him in a trembling voice as
he had been frozen for quite some time in the
position he was about to kiss. Leon pushed the
woman's chin and stood up.
"Get off, right now."

***

The idea was to rent Winston's shower stall alone.

But when he came to his senses, Sally was already
drinking hot water in the bathtub.
If that wasn't enough, he lathered up with soap that
smelled like fresh lemon and pulled out a scented
candle Winston had never touched in the corner of
the bathroom cabinet and lit it.
It was quite an extravagant evening for both the poor
maid and the spy who was always short of funds.
But Sally was also a human being, and there were
times when she thirsted for such luxuries.
A glass of champagne is perfect.
It would be enough to go to the lounge and have a
drink, but what do you think about after you've
stripped and soaked in the bathtub? I won't forget the
next time I 'borrow' the bathroom again.
There was no bathtub in Sally's 'house'. Actually, it
was not a house, but a room attached to a boarding
house.
Originally, a family of four lived in a fairly large
house. However, after her father passed away, she
received angry looks from people around her who
asked if it was too big for the three of them to live in.
Then, when her mother died and her brother left,
Sally had to leave her childhood home to another
family and move into a boarding house.
It was disappointing, but the house was owned by
the community.
"Leadership must lead by example."
The words Jimmy always memorized like a mantra
comforted me a little.
"You can use our bathtub anytime. It's like a family."
Jimmy's house had a hot tub. A rather tempting
suggestion, but I've never written one before.
Because Jimmy's smile showed a hidden ulterior
motive.
'Before the first night of the wedding, no way.'
Sally soaked up to her chin and let out a pleasant
moan. It felt as if the muscles that had been strained
from hard work were slowly loosening.
Let's enjoy a little more and then go out.
I closed my eyes in the dark bath and immersed
myself in the warm water, so I soon felt drowsy.
Unknowingly, I nodded and stuck my nose in the
foam. Surprised, I lifted my head and blew bubbles,
and little soap bubbles floated to the surface.
Now I think I should wash before the water gets
cold.
I hesitantly picked up the sponge from the golden
tray at the end of the tub. That's what Winston
rubbed on my naked body.
"Ah!"
Without realizing it I imagined the sponge rubbing
the cigar. Sally squealed and dipped her head in the
foam.
Please, I hope the bubbles wash all the dirty
memories out of my head.
"Pooh..."
It was only when I couldn't hold my breath that I
pulled my head out of the water. Sally, who was
breathing hard as she wiped the foam and water
running down her face with her hand, stiffened the
moment she opened her closed eyes.
"Who is it? Miss Sally Bristol, taller than Princess
Aldrich and more expensive than Kitty Hayes, is
naked in my bathtub.
Winston leaned against the door in front of the tub,
laughing. His hand undid the buttons of his officer's
jacket one by one.
'Damn it. Nonsense. When did you enter?
I wasn't curious about the 'how'. Winston had the
master key to the annex. In other words, a locked
door in this annex means he doesn't have one.
"Is today my birthday? Or has Christmas come eight?
months before?
He took off his jacket and took two steps in this
direction. "I'm very sorry, Captain."
Sally quickly put an arm around his chest and
leaned over the foot of the tub. As I was about to
pick up the clothes I had left on the towel rack,
Winston hung my jacket over them and draped
them.
Sally raised her eyes and looked at Winston. The
mischievous grin on his face became clearer as he
got closer.
"Captain, what are you doing now?"
I knew it was a stupid question, but I couldn't help
but ask it. Winston promptly untied his black tie,
tossed it into the laundry basket and
replied with indifferent, unbuttoning
his shirt.
"Get in my bathtub."
"Can you leave for a moment before that?"
"This is my bathroom, shouldn't you leave?"
"Yes, I'll go. Captain, give me something to wear..."
For some reason, Winston obediently reached under
my jacket and pulled out Sally's clothes.
"thank you..."
The hand that had been extended to receive the
clothes stopped in mid-air.
All Winston had politely handed Sally were two pairs
of stockings.
Yeah, what did that lunatic do?
"Come on, put it on."
Winston smiled as if he meant a compliment and
mischievously waved his thin stockings in front of
Sally's eyes.
"Or shall I dress you, noble Miss Bristol?"
"Captain, please. I'm so sorry."
As she pleaded with him, she chuckled and pulled
her stockings over her jacket. Sally pulled her knees
up and hugged her, snuggling even closer.
Even in the hot water, my hands and feet were
frozen. It was helplessness.
Worst case scenario. I couldn't escape because I was
naked. Besides, fighting naked is deadly. Because
you have to fight exposing the vital points of your
whole body.
I felt like a fish in Winston's tank. It was as if I had
jumped into the tank myself, so,
how stupid was that? I would take Sally out
immediately and put her on the cutting board and
gobble her up ravenously.
"Captain, please take a look. I'll never use the
bathroom again."
"write."
Winston responded with a smile on his lips. The eyes
were lions with delicious prey right in front of them.
"Can you tell me ahead of time instead? Come
early.
He unbuttoned his shirt until he could see the
prominent curve of his chest, then unbuttoned the
cuffs of his sleeves. Slowly he rolled the sleeves up
below the elbow, revealing his smooth forearms.
Because of the clearly divided muscles, the dark
shadows were positioned vertically.
Muscles are not the only ones that are firmly
attached there. As I looked at my exposed body, the
fear that I would soon have to fight a strong man
with my bare hands became more intense.
Sally mentally reviewed the various self-defense
techniques she had learned and used.
Let's avoid the worst. But which is worse, being
forced to blend in with the perpetrator or using self-
defense so well that you are exposed as a spy?
I can give you a special wash. That's all for the
Miss Bristol, who is fighting for me."
I must be suffering for you, not because
of you. Sally bit her lip in tears.
It was getting worse and worse. U s u a l l y , when
Winston was offended by something, he acted out
with
light-heartedness and made a sarcastic remark. But
now, his actions and light-hearted words were in no
way sarcastic.
I was really enjoying it, like a child getting a
Christmas present eight months early. It meant a
sincere apology wouldn't work.
Moreover, unlike Winston's upper body, which
pulled up the other sleeve effortlessly, his lower
body looked impatient. Because the front of my
pants was already lifting up as if it was about to rip.
That bitch in heat without even trying.... "my
god!"
The hands of Winston were
rolled up his sleeves y headed for the
black leather belt.
"Please don't take it off!" "Do
you want me to come in
dressed?"
He tilted his head as if he was saying something
strange to Sally.
"You're naked, but it's very disrespectful of me to
wear them."
The hand that undid the belt buckle also undid the
button of his pants at the same time. That bastard, he
was really thinking about putting me in the bathtub.
"Aagh!"
As he grabbed her pants and underwear and tried to
pull them down, Sally closed her eyes and screamed.
The sound of footsteps came closer with the sound of
laughter. Sensing a presence right next to the tub,
Sally crouched even lower.
I heard the muffled sound of something heavy falling
on the carpet next to the bathtub. At the same time,
there was a loud clinking of belt buckles.
I guess he was really naked. What if you get in the
bathtub? I know it's not the time to cover my eyes,
but I really didn't want to open my eyes and see that
boy's naked body.
I was curled up with my face buried between my
knees, when a finger touched my earlobe. Startled, I
shook my head wildly, and another giggle passed my
ears.
"I didn't take it off. Open your eyes."
When I opened my eyes and looked at him, I saw
that Winston was indeed wearing clothes. Relief
was immediately followed by anger. To taunt
people by acting like they were going to attack
you right away. It couldn't have been a really bad
joke.
But anger soon gave way to bewilderment. Winston
was sitting on the floor mat with one elbow propped
on the tub. After belatedly remembering what was on
the rug, Sally's face became contemplative.
'My underwear!'
Sally, still bent over, poked her head out and looked
at the carpet.
Damn the pervert.
Winston's other hand rested on the bloomers Sally
had left on the carpet. The front of his pants seemed
unwilling to close.
"Wow!"
A finger on the edge of the tub suddenly pricked
Sally's cheek.
"Did you apply the medicine I gave you?"
Sally leaned against the wall and asked in a cautious
voice.
Captain, are you drunk?
The smell of poisonous wine emanated from him as
he smiled.
"don't worry. When I wake up tomorrow morning,
I'm well enough that I won't regret anything."
Winston leaned his elbows on the edge of the tub
and rested his chin on his raised knuckles. The wind
blew his face closer.
It felt like I was going to reach out and snatch it
away. Even blinking made me nervous.
"What's wrong? I just want to have a conversation
haven't we seen each other for a few days?"
Do you think you can become a lover who can't live
without seeing each other for a day? I thought I
would live without seeing him.
Also, let's talk while locking a naked woman in the
bathtub. It was a blatant lie.
"If it's something that needs to be reported, nothing
has happened in the few days he hasn't been there."
Although I repressed my inner feelings, a cold wind
blew through my voice. You must not show any
hostility toward him. Although always forced to
pretend to be a good, docile maid, Iza persistently
tested Sally's patience.
Sally cleared her throat and added a kind word.
"So don't worry, captain."
"Really? Then why did you go to Winsford a few
days ago?
"... Yes?"
How did you know what happened a few days ago?
Did you pass by? Could it be that it was even
followed by the gun? But no one followed it into the
back alley of the safe house.
"Did you see me?"
"good."
"But why do you ask that?"
"That was quite annoying. I can't concentrate on
work."
"Why does that interfere with the captain's job?
When you're feeling tight, going to a big city will
change your mood."
"With my fiancé."
"Yes?"
"Is that mood swing going to be naked and hanging
around with your fiancé like you are now?"
"My fiancé is not in Winsford."
"So, have you ever been wallowing outside of
Winsford?"
"..."
The maid looked directly at the man who had
insulted me. It's like being a lady on the subject of a
rustic peasant girl. It's even more palatable when this
woman doesn't know her source.
Just like now, when he proudly occupied the master's
bathtub with the subject of a maid.
"So, where's your fiancé?"
Sally looked at Winston calmly. Winsford and his
fiancée - why is he going around with things that
have nothing to do with me?
Jimmy thinks Winston sees her as a woman, but
Sally thinks otherwise. To the author, she is nothing
more than the handkerchief he masturbated with.
So, is it a judo newspaper?
"Are you trying to call the police about that gun?"
"If so, would you do anything to save your
fiancé?" "No."
As soon as the words were finished, the maid flatly
refused and Leon couldn't help but laugh. I didn't
mean to, but he seemed to know how to threaten
me and make me spread my legs.
"A fiancée? You're going to be punished because of
you,
So you'll let it go?
"I have to take care of myself."
Of course, Sally couldn't have meant it.
Isn't Jimmy a comrade for life? No matter what
danger he faces, he will not give up until the end and
save him.
So it was just a figure of speech to avoid an
uncomfortable topic.
"Ah, yes."
Winston chuckled to himself and reached for his
jacket. After rummaging through his clothes, he
found a small box in his hand. He pulled a red candy
out of the box and held it up to Sally's lips.
"I bought it with you in mind."
Winston pressed the candy between his lips, which
he involuntarily parted in astonishment. Sally
furrowed her brow, reflexively wiggling the lump on
her tongue.
"I think it's okay to be drunk...'
Buying candy with her in mind was something only
lovers would say.
Leon stared at the woman sucking on the candy as
she puffed out the side of her cheek, not realizing the
truly frightening intentions behind those words. If I
stick my genitals in that tiny mouth and push it in,
would the cheeks come out convex like that?
side.
A strange sound exploded as he rolled the candy
with his tongue in his mouth and sucked on it. At
that moment, a moan like a sigh escaped Leon's
mouth.
Leon brought the hand holding the woman's
underwear to the center. It was already too swollen
to the point that it hurt underneath.
I didn't wake up to the naked body of a woman
selling cigarettes a while ago. The mediocre act of
eating candy excited her body like that of a male in
heat.
Leon tossed the box of candy haphazardly on the
carpet and stuck his arm in the tub.
The woman opened her eyes wide, puffing out her
cheeks like a squirrel biting into an acorn. I couldn't
even reach my hands, but I flinched like a person
who has been electrocuted alone and even flinched
further into a corner.
"Do you like hot things?"
Is this woman's speed that hot? I'd be happy to soak
it in even if it meant my skin would peel all over.
"Remember what I showed you a few days ago?"
He asked, slowly moving his hand around the side of
the maid's chest. When the bubble burst, the woman
who picked up the foam on the other side and
covered her exposed skin was startled.
The woman's eyes were as terrible as that day. Leon,
who had managed to insert his private parts into the
woman's head, slowly moved his hand holding her
underwear with a refreshing smile.
"It's hot too, but aren't you interested?"
The woman bent down, stared at him and shook her
head. Leon lifted the corners of his mouth at an angle
and brushed away a lock of brown hair that hung
over the maid's shoulder like a weed.
Her wet hair was sticking to her hands. Would the
bottom stick like this?
Inside my underwear, I rubbed the place where the
woman's genitals would have touched. I could feel
the slight dampness at the seams gently stimulating
the periphery.
It was moisture that should have come out of the
woman's body.
He looked straight into her blue-green eyes, full of
contempt, and silently swallowed a groan that went all the
way down to the bottom of his chin. The woman's
shoulders shrugged a little more, as if she had seen
her neck lift.
Leon's gaze caressed the round shoulder as if
stroking it, then swept over the straightened
collarbone. White foam blocked his gaze as he tried
to descend further.
He swallowed. His knees sticking out of the middle
of the whipped cream-like foam were tinged pink,
like delicious peaches, perhaps from the hot water.
As if connecting numerous dots to complete a
painting, Leon drew a naked body submerged in
water by connecting the pieces that appeared out of
the water.
A heavy whisper broke the silence, as tense as a
bowstring pulled to its end.
"I wonder what it tastes like."
Sally let out the breath she had been holding.
'Did I buy it without knowing the taste?'
He swallowed the saliva in his mouth and responded
by taking the candy to his other cheek.
"Tastes like cherries."
Winston released a lock of hair from his fingers
and took the box of candy. I wondered if he was
going to try one too, but it wasn't that simple.
The box tipped over the bathtub and all the red
candy spilled into the water.
What kind of trick is this?
Sally opened her eyes wide and even opened her
mouth like an idiot.
"this one... I wanted to try it too, but my hand
slipped?
To think that my hand slipped after pouring it right in
front of my eyes. this madman.
"I'm sorry, but should we share?" it was an
attempt to kiss.
Winston's open chest floated over Sally's body,
casting a black shadow. When that wasn't enough, he
braced his large hand against the wall and the tub,
trapping Sally in his arms.
Winston's face tilted to the right. The space between
the man's lips widened as they drew closer.
Sally stomped her legs and pressed herself against
the wall. She wrapped her arms around his chest and
tilted her head to the side before their lips touched.
"Ah!"
He neither stopped nor turned around. Like a beast, she
exposed her teeth and gently bit the defenseless nape
of his neck. Sally's hand reflexively pushed Leon's
shoulder, soaking his shirt.
You know what cherries taste like. What intrigued
him was this woman's taste.
Leon, who was climbing up the woman's neck with
his lips, craned his neck again as his mouth watered.
He had already tasted sweet blood, so he wanted to taste
something else.
I want to chew and eat every nook and cranny, from
the tip of that little nose to the little toe. What does this
woman's saliva and tears taste like?
His lips crossed the thin line of her jaw. It was the
moment he moved closer as he caressed her soft
cheek and bit her lip.
Leon's tongue was instantly enveloped in the sharp
sweetness of the cherry. He rolled a small piece of
candy under his tongue and chuckled softly.
"Captain, eat everything."
The woman spit the candy into her hand and popped
it into her mouth just before their lips touched. She
even made the audacity to cover Leon's mouth with
her hand.
That means that now his two hands are holding him.
defenseless
"Wow!"
Winston's fingers rolled over one of the nipples
submerged beneath the foam. Sally struggled with
surprise, but he clung to the soft flesh with cruel
tenacity and would not let go.
"Oh, let him go, please let me go!"
It was only after moving her fingernails that she
managed to remove her hand. Sally warned in an
angry voice.
"Don't touch me. I made the mistake of stealing the
captain's bathtub, but that doesn't mean the captain
has the right to do whatever he wants with my body.
Leon laughed. A woman crouched like a rabbit,
covering her breasts with her arms in his shadow. No
matter how harshly I warned her, it was nothing
more than a delicacy.
"pink."
He sat down on the carpet and spat out a provocation.
"Yes?"
"Your nipples are pink."
The woman's complexion turned white and she
immediately turned red.
"... You're pointing it out even though you didn't see it."
The foam is so thick it's ridiculous. Sally hugged
her chest tighter and looked at Winston. His eyes
were fixed on her upper chest, which had become
even more prominent in the wind.
"So, shall we check to see if I'm right?"
My hand, hanging over the edge of the tub,
immediately sank into the water. Sally shivered and
shuddered, but her hand was pointing the other way.
Stink.
There was the sound of something being pulled out
from under the foam. Immediately followed the
sound of water flowing out of the tub, and Sally
stood contemplative.
Winston climbed out of the water and held the
bathtub plug in his hand.
Or will you admit it?
When the water recedes, your naked body will be
completely exposed.
"That's right! So please give me back."
One hand reached for the cap, but Winston quickly
replaced it and gave a sullen smile.
"What is the right thing to do?"
Sleep had already reached the middle of Sally's chest, so
there was no time to waste.
"... Rosa, yes.
Sally mumbled through her teeth. Winston smiled at
her, bit his lip disdainfully, and held out the cap.
Took.
Just as I was about to pick it up, the plug was thrown
into the corner of the bathroom.
"I didn't say I would give it back."
Sally almost threw a wild curse at him. The anger
went to the top of my head in an instant, so I didn't
even feel shame. It was to the point where I thought
it didn't matter whether Winston saw my naked body
or not.
"Captain."
"huh?"
Winston smiled naturally. Those who didn't know
he was playing with his maid like a cat tugging and
playing with a mouse before eating it would think
it was a friendly smile.
"What the hell do you want me to do?"
Sally asked without hiding her
animosity. "Can you be honest with
me?"
"Yes."
Winston raised an eyebrow. It was an ominous
smile, but Sally knew that no ordinary sound would
come out of his mouth anyway.
Leon extended his hand toward the maid who looked
at him fiercely. On the surface of the bath water, the
curvature of his ribs and concave waist were
gradually revealed.
"soon..."
As I gently brushed the back of my hand against the
curve of the lower breast protruding from the hand
holding my breast, the woman shivered and looked
at me even more fiercely.
"The bathtub will be empty."
There was no more than two inches of water left.
"Then I'll go in. Will you hide in a corner? No,
Should I get up and leave, isn't that it? I'll catch you
and throw you to the ground. You'll have to be
careful not to hit your head. I have no interest in
dating a woman who has fainted."
As if waiting for him to ask, she recited her cruel
imagination without hesitation. A knot that
protruded from the smooth back of his hand he
examined Sally's naked body exposed out of the
water.
Unlike the harsh words, her hands were soft, as if
caressing her lover. The gap was repulsive enough to
shudder.
"You'll fight with your hands, but you won't get out
from under me. It's slippery because someone left
soap in the tub without thinking. And if you break
your finger, it'll be a big problem. I guess I'll just
have to fold my arms behind my back and hold on to
it. That's it for you. you know?"
"..."
"Then I'll grab your belly. I'll squeeze your ass and
shove what you showed me a few days ago into the
hole you're squeezing.
He no longer laughed. Sally met his serious gaze
with contempt. But Winston exhaled with more
agitation.
Then you will know.
The back of a hand descending through the water to
her side caressed Sally's buttocks.
"Is it four times hotter than this water?"
My hand slid across the space between my knees. As
I was about to reach for the secret, Sally kicked my
hand away.
For some reason, he meekly withdrew his hand. He
closed his eyes, took a deep breath and spoke in a
deep voice, trying to suppress his cruel desire.
"But I'm doing everything I can to endure the
I want to do. Because you're a good boy.
Sally stifled an outburst of laughter. that this is
tolerable Do I have to go through the dictionary and
teach the definition of 'endure' again?
"Can I be honest with you too?"
Winston nodded, eyes still closed. Sally bit her dry
lips once and said something that was not at all
honest.
"I'm disappointed, captain."
I must have been disappointed in him. I have no
expectations. The only time you're disappointed in an
enemy is when the enemy doesn't live up to your
expectations.
"I thought the captain was someone who didn't do
terrible things like rape."
At least this was sincere.
Besides, you will soon be engaged to the Grand
Duchess.
The engagement to the Grand Duchess of the
Winston family was now the most important issue of
all. So please come to your senses, I mentioned to
the Grand Duchess, but Winston seemed not to be
listening properly and was breathing heavily.
"But why are you doing this to me?"
He slowly raised his eyelids and looked at Sally.
Strange words came from between lips that
opened as slowly as the eyelids.
"curious?"
"Yes."
"Answer me."
"Yes?"
"I'm curious too."
Leon recounted what had happened at the Winsford
Hotel a few hours earlier. I bought a girl who has a
vibe similar to yours. The contempt deepened in the
maid's eyes when she learned that she was not
undressed and smeared blood on her lips without
standing still. The harder it is to suppress the urge to
get up.
"Ha... This shit bothers me as much as it bothers you.
I wasn't interested in promiscuous stuff like mixing
bodies, but these days, every time I see you, I'm
interested and it pisses me off."
"..."
"Then answer me."
"..."
"Sally, why am I alone with you?"
Sally's eyes began to boil with anger beyond
contempt as she tried to argue why she was asking
me. It was because Winston had raised his hand,
which he had held out of the tub, in front of Sally's
eyes.
"Why only you..."
At her elegant, manicured fingertips was the white
bloomers Sally had taken off.
"Is it cheap?"
Winston dropped his semen-laden underwear into
Sally's peach-colored lap. His bodily fluids, soaked
in her hot body temperature, clung to her skin. It was
disgusting and I wanted to get it off immediately, but
I couldn't. Sally couldn't take her eyes off the man
who slowly stood up.
Contrary to the expectation that he would attack him
now, he carefully arranged his clothes and walked
toward the door.
"This is my intuition..."
His shirt was so stiff he was looking at his back,
which was clinging to him like it was going to
explode, when Winston suddenly turned and looked
at Sally.
"I think you know the answer."
He is as well known for his animal instincts as he is
for his brutal methods of torture. And the notoriety
wasn't bad.
Because Sally knew the answer.
As he held his breath, Winston rolled his eyes.
"But why aren't you wearing the stockings I bought
you?"
She opened Sally's cheap socks, threw them in the
trash and walked out the door as if she had nothing
to do with them. When the door slammed shut, Sally
let out a sigh and tugged at her wet hair.
I would prefer to be fired right now.

***

'This is torture.'
Sally sighed as she shook the books off the shelf.
Torture is not just inflicting physical pain. It was
torture for Winston to mentally drive her every day.
"I think you know the
answer." i'll find out soon
enough.
If you get caught, it's over. There was no way
Winston would kill her gracefully once he knew her
identity. Because Sally knows leadership inside and
out. They will extort key information about the
Revolutionary Army headquarters and inflict all
sorts of heinous tortures on them.
Then I'm not the only one in danger.
It was not the time to stand still, talking about
responsibility as a spy. Sally's vacancy will be filled
by Fred. He is not yet reliable, but
Aren't they all going through difficult missions and
growing?
Then I thought I could tell the maid to stop
smoking and pack my things, but it wasn't that
simple.
You don't have to cut it, you have to cut it. If you
come back intact like that, you will get criticism
from the leadership. He didn't like to hear Jimmy's
disappointment.
Pretending to be cut off doesn't work. Fred or Peter
could be telling.
If so, wouldn't everyone have a say if they pretended
to try a new mission to become Winston's mistress
and got fired?
The 'how to cut', which Sally chose after much
thought, was the first strategy that came to her mind
after all.
Get the rumors of Winston and his infidelity to Mrs.
Winston's ears.
"Miss Bristol." And
it won't be that hard.
Winston approached Sally from behind on the low
staircase. He was so close he could feel her breath on
the back of his neck.
"Good."
"Yes?"
Sally pulled her legs together as his hand slid
between her legs and up her calf.
"That's what I bought."
Her fingertips slipped over the soft silk stockings.
Normally, it's the natural way to slide down, but her
hand slid up.
Wearing the stockings Winston had purchased was
part of the dismissal operation. He was expected to
touch it, but it was unacceptable to slip a finger past
the stocking band and under the garter belt strap.
"What are you doing, Captain?"
"Body search for possession of illegal weapons".
"Didn't the captain take that illegal
weapon?" "Well?"
It is still in my desk drawer.
"You know what I'm like already, but why not take it?
"You said confiscated."
"You're smart."
To say it was a compliment was a tone full of
regret. The hand that was feeling every nook and
cranny of Sally's thigh for the gun that couldn't be
there soon fell away.
"I guess the fiancée didn't even save me again?"
"It sounds like you were waiting for me to break the
law again."
While trying to get a job anyway, Sally gave up on
playing the meek maid. Her breath brushed the back
of her neck.
"Sally, as someone who cares about you, let me give
you some advice. You'd better not marry such a bad
man.
To think that Winston, who would be second in the
kingdom in worst quality, would say such a thing.
There was no such contradiction.
But I couldn't even say that I was completely wrong.
It's hard to call a man who tries to turn my fiancée
into an enemy mistress a good man.
"Exit."
When I leave here, I will never use the pseudonym
'Sally' again. Because Winston called her so often,
hearing Sally's name reminded him of her smile and
he might have a nervous breakdown.
"Why is that?" "One
thing..."
Just as he was about to resign, someone knocked on
his office door.
"Go ahead."
Winston ordered, still clinging to Sally. The door
opened, but instead of the sound of footsteps
entering, I heard only a stunned voice.
"oh... Captain, I'll be back later.
Without looking back, Sally knew the voice
belonged to Lieutenant Campbell. He seemed rather
embarrassed to see his superior having a private
moment with the maid.
Finally, Sally was caught as she wanted, but
unfortunately, the rumors of infidelity did not reach
the mansion. Because the ensign is a soldier. To
spread rumors, you had to be caught by the soft-
spoken mansion servants.
"Isn't it urgent?"
"Not so. However, I wanted to report newly acquired
information about Jonathan Riddle Jr.
"Go ahead."
Winston interrupted himself and headed for the desk,
but Sally couldn't relax.
Information related to your brother? What
happened? No, more than that, have you been
watching my brother?
No matter how much he deserted, he knew the
military would not leave him, once a revolutionary
army and promising young cadre, alone.
He simply did not know that the person in charge of
his brother was Winston.
For him to watch his brother's movements meant he
was following her. Sally pretended to be cleaning up
and listened eagerly to Campbell's report.
"They said they received a large amount of money a
few days ago."
Sally's mouth was dry.
"Who is the sender?"
"His name is Santa Pascua..."
Winston laughed. Holy Easter. He realized
immediately that he wrote the greeting to have a
happy Easter under a pseudonym.
"What about remittances?"
"To the post office on Main Street in Winsford..."
"Winsford?"
"Yes."
"Sender appearance".
"All I know is that he has long brown hair, a fair
complexion and round sunglasses."
"Why is that all there is?"
The questioning voice was dangerously low.
"I'm sorry, Captain. I questioned the clerk who was
in charge of the shipment, but there was no great
income. It wasn't easy for me to remember either.
They said it was just before closing, so he was
distracted and dressed plainly, so he didn't leave
much of an impression."
Sally had her back turned and was smiling
condescendingly. This time, she was above the level.
"A young woman in her early twenties."
"Yes, that's right."
"Little riddle."
Winston leaned back in his chair and laughed.
"He's so daring. How dare you let that rat come in
and out of my land as if it were his own home?
Sally struggled to hold back a laugh at the resentful
voice. There was nothing more exciting than
breaking through the enemy's stronghold and getting
out from under siege.
'Do I know that? I'm bold, but you're pathetic.
Camden Vampire is an overrated nickname. I don't
know if he's a pathetic son of a bitch.
A pitiful kid who doesn't even know that the rat I'm
chasing is right in front of me. That's not enough,
he's a pathetic son of a bitch who doesn't know what
to do with his body.
"Exit."
Leon picked up the empty sparkling water bottle and put it
down. The maid came quickly and took the empty
bottle and left.
As he pulled the knot of the tie roughly, the perfectly
symmetrical knot was slightly askew. He took a deep
breath and reached inside his jacket. Soon, white
smoke rose from his fingertips.
"I guess he didn't stop at Winsford out of boredom
along the way."
"I think so, too. Maybe they're targeting Western
Command..."
"That's not right. Even if you know they will trace it,
you won't be negligent enough to send money right
in front of the operation site."
So what about this area? There were not many
operational targets in the Camden area for the rebels
to target. This meant that the possibility of Winston
Mansion, their base of operations, being the site of
the operation was not low.
"How do you pick up the movement of the soldiers?"
"Yes, we have already started. First of all, we are
investigating if there is any suspicious activity or
contact data, mainly before and after the Geobeon
raid."
"If someone looks suspicious, report it immediately."
"Yes."
Leon let out a long puff of white smoke and gently
flicked the ash from the tip of his cigar.
I wish I could clear my doubts so lightly.
That dirty rat woman. Where was she hiding after
spitting out her suspicions that were as hard as
chewing gum?
To avoid the worst, it may be necessary to expand
the scope of the investigation of your subordinates to
the
employees of the mansion. The good news is that
only women with brown hair should be investigated.
Unfortunately, brown hair was common.
I stared at the edge of the desk, lost in thought, when
the maid returned. Flipping a clean cup onto the desk
and looking at the woman pouring the carbonated
water, her eyes sharpened for a moment.
Brown hair. Winsford a few days ago.
The maid held out the cup and tilted her head as if
she felt his gaze. At that moment, her eyes became
opaque.
absurd speculation.
This woman was not smart enough to do that.
Because she is a woman whose job it is to play into
her hands every day.
When her eyes began to bother her, she had already
called the head maid to inquire about Sally's identity,
but there was nothing suspicious about it.
Moreover, he looked nothing like the members of the
Riddle family, who were known for their facial
expressions. They were all blond and had brown or
hazel eyes. The rat's hair must have been
camouflaged with dye.
"great job. Be on the lookout."
When Campbell left, Leon put the remaining half of
his cigar in the ashtray and put it out. As I
approached the couch, the maid who was arranging
the cushions in the corner turned around.
"Ah, Captain!"
He sat on the couch and wrapped his arms around the
maid's waist. As he sat on her lap, he leaned back as
if he were holding a baby, and the woman pushed
him against her chest.
"Stand still. I'm not going to do it here."
So you're saying you're going to do it somewhere else.
Sally's face crumpled in disgust, but Winston wasn't
even arsenic. One hand reached under the white
frilly headband and ruffled her hair. Annoyance
flared when
Winston tangled his carefully braided hair out of
nowhere.
"What are you doing now..."
"brown."
"Yes?"
"Actually."
Surely no check the print of
the sender just now?
"... Did you know that I'm old enough to dye my hair?
hair?
She deliberately pouted her lips and acted like a
pout. I don't think I'm a beauty, but it seems that
being a world of beauty has an effect. You've
managed to cloud Winston's thinking.
"No, I don't want to."
Sally blocked her lips as they moved in for a kiss.
"eww...."
As soon as his wet tongue licked her palm, she
trembled and withdrew her hand. Winston asked
with a mischievous smile.
"Why, have you ever kissed?"
"... there is."
The smile disappeared from his face.
"low... But I don't like it Wouldn't it be an honor for
you to kiss a cute guy you'd only see in a movie?
"It's a disaster for those who don't want it."
Sally looked him in the eyes and responded coolly,
gripping his thick shoulders. As soon as she lifted
her half-lying upper body, Winston pressed her
shoulders down again.
"I have to finish the story I was talking about in front
of the bookshelf earlier."
"Is it necessary for history to be in this position?"
"Should I put it under me, then?" Sally let
out a long sigh.
"What are you talking about?"
He caressed Sally's cheek with his knuckles as if he
were a lover and blurted out a cutting word.
"It's annoying."
"I know, captain."
"A few months ago, I felt strange just looking at you,
but these days it's gotten worse. It's to the point
where I can't concentrate on my work because you
keep playing."
"Then I'll hide like nobody's business. Or even be
fired..."
"There's nothing like it."
"Then what do you
want?" "Your body."
This blatant and rude sound was no longer a surprise.
Sally responded without a shrug of her eyebrows.
"Things don't seem to match up."
"I want to try it once and get rid of it. If you wallow
dirty, it will be more boring than you think. You feel
comfortable when I'm no longer interested in you.
"I hate that."
"Why, do you want to be a
government?" "No."
When the resolute refusal fell before he could finish
his words, Leon couldn't hold back a dejected laugh.
"Yeah, I don't want to have an annoying pet like that.
Besides, I'm telling you I'm afraid I'm wrong, but I
don't even like you. I'm only doing this because I
couldn't do without you. Do you know how annoying
that is?
"You know it, but I don't like that disgusting thing."
"How do you know if you haven't tried it? Wouldn't
that be
good to try?
"Isn't that harder then? You tried it one
time and it got boring, but what if I want to do more?
It would never happen, but if it looked like it would
work, I had to say something.
"And how do you trust me? Even if it's an
illegitimate child, the captain will be in trouble if
he does it abruptly."
"Then it's like a jackpot for you."
"My dream is to live a normal, peaceful life."
"I will only do it once so you can live a peaceful life."
"Aren't you tired of doing it? You may be more
crazy.
A grimace escaped Winston's crooked mouth. "Are
you full of confidence?"
"If you want to get sick of me, I can arrange a boring
date for you."
How could a maid openly go on a date with her
master in front of the others? There was no quicker
way to be dismissed. Besides, since he was in front
of other people, he wouldn't have to worry about
Winston catching him unexpectedly.
"Isn't that boring to listen to?"
"Yes?"
I curled the corners of my eyes and smiled
confidently, and Winston let out a ridiculous laugh.
"It's probably boring enough to distract you. Why
not take this opportunity to practice endurance?
"It's training. am I a dog?
"You're a soldier - aren't soldiers supposed to have
patience and skill?
For no reason, he put the qualities of a soldier first
and scratched his pride. It works Winston licked his
lower lip, deep in thought.
"It's a boring date.... There's a place that just
fits".
Without warning, Winston grabbed Sally by the
waist and lifted her up. He even pushed her
staggering toward the door.
"Give me five minutes. Change your clothes and
come over.
***[SOUTH DAKOTA]
When the front door of the mansion opened, the
sedan moved slowly.
As the car drove through the garden, it was pressed
close to the window so that the wage earners noticed
it, but unfortunately no one crashed into it.
Sally stared at the guardian, her last hope. The
middle-aged man raised his eyebrows when he saw
her sitting in the passenger seat, but immediately
looked away.
His shoulders slumped. The janitor is not a talkative
person. So there will be no rumors of Winston going
somewhere with the maid.
"I tried."
"You did?"
The maid turned her head to look at him. Instead of
responding, Leon twisted the corner of his mouth
and smiled.
A light pink blouse with a rustic ruffle, a brown plaid
skirt and a red cardigan with ugly fuzz. It was uglier
than when I was standing in front of Winsford
Department Store. I was deliberately trying to make
the date boring.
If so, take off your socks.
It was worth seeing the woman's reddish skin
peeking through the fine black silk. Besides, that
rustic blouse was not as tight around the neck as a
maid's dress. The exposed collarbone and the concave
groove beyond still attracted attention.
Even as I looked ahead, my eyes were focused on the
edge of my vision, so I didn't
I could help but think of that woman huddled naked
in the dark bathroom last night. No wonder there was
another annoying reaction between her legs.
"So what's the answer?" "Yes?"
"You should know the answer."
I was asking why I was only in heat with Sally.
"I don't know what you mean."
Sally resolutely let go and looked at Winston's hand
on the steering wheel. It's been over a year since I've
seen it hand-operated, but today I couldn't decipher
what the whim was.
It is ominous.
As usual, I thought the assistant and the driver would
follow me. So there are already two eyewitnesses to
the mansion. I believed in that, but my expectations
were mercilessly shattered.
'I'm not going to drag you into a dark place like
this,
right?'
Sally stared straight ahead, sitting rigidly like a
person clad in iron armor.
"Where are you
going?" Winsford
Pier. "Yes?"
It's time for the sun to slowly set. I thought it would
be all about dinner in Halewood or downtown
Winsford....
'Why is it the marina?'
I turned my head to look at Winston, but he was
looking straight ahead. He frowned, so I followed his
gaze to see Peter's mail cart moving slowly in front
of him.
"Exit."
"Yes?"
You seemed to be friends with him the other day.
Sally, who tried to deny it, let out a short scream
instead of words. It was because Winston suddenly
shifted gears and pressed hard on the accelerator.
The car galloped past the postal wagon. Sally yelped
shrilly as they got close enough to see the dirt on the
wagon's rear wheels.
"What are you doing?"
At that moment, Winston turned the steering wheel
sharply to the left. Sally's body leaned toward the
door.
Peter, who was looking menacingly at the car
overtaking the carriage, met Peter through the
window. His eyes widened even more, as if he
recognized Sally. At least there was a witness that
the mission had been accomplished.
As soon as they passed the carriage, Winston turned
the steering wheel to the right. My body lurched and
this time I leaned into the driver's seat. Winston
laughed mischievously, as if he was having fun
holding Winston's arms.
"Wouldn't it be better to leave the driving to a
professional?"
I was sarcastic, but instead of responding, he said
something different.
"Is that boy your fiancé?"
"Yes?"
Sally scrunched up her face and made it clear that
she was really upset. Winston just turned his eyes in
this direction and lifted the corners of his mouth at an
angle.
"I like that handsome boy."
"Don't you?"
"Why did the captain decide that?"
"You hate me."
I am perplexed.
Sally looked at Winston's face with cold eyes.
Skin tanned just enough to look good. Long
eyelashes hung gracefully over sharp eyes. Bridge of
nose dropping gently. Strong jaw.
damn it
Even though he was a demon she despised, Sally had
to admit he was handsome. Why is it that the inside
is so ugly that he has such a wonderful outer shell?
"Ah, yes."
"What is it?"
"I can understand it when I see the captain. That I
like handsome and nice guys.
I thought he would laugh again, but he just looked
straight ahead with a frown. Are you offended by the
fact that you're not nice? Not that I was nicknamed a
vampire for nothing, but I didn't even know my
subject.
"He is a handsome and kind man..."
After biting his lip once, Leon let out a light laugh.
"Then it makes sense."

***

'What kind of deception is this?'

Standing on the dock, Sally couldn't keep her mouth
shut. In front of my eyes, the luxury cruise ships
were turning on orange lights one by one. It was too
grand a place for a frivolous date.
"Come in."
Winston pushed on Sally's back as if she had been
anchored at the floor. As
descended
rushing down the ramp to the entrance, I felt as if
Winston had trapped me and imprisoned me in an
ornate prison.
"Yo, Captain."
"huh?"
"When are you coming back?"
"Four hours later".
Sally pulled up in front of the entrance. He was
about to turn around and ask to dine downtown, but
Winston, resourceful, wouldn't let him go. As soon
as he was pushed into the cruiser, he launched a task.
"Try to make four hours feel like eight."
A servant standing in the lobby immediately
approached the two.
"Welcome to the Sunset Cruise, which is going to be
a fantastic evening."
What is an illusion, an illusion?
The moment his eyes met Sally, who was standing
next to Winston with a disapproving expression on
her face, the servant arched his eyebrows slightly.
He even secretly glanced
up and down as he spat a slick greeting of welcome.
They were surprised to see the worn clothing that
was not suitable for a luxury cruise.
'What are you looking at? It's just a military uniform.
I looked at him, and the servant looked away and
smiled at Winston with an exaggerated smile, the
kind you'd only see on a billboard.
"Where can I direct you?"
"Restaurant."
When the answer came in an authoritative tone,
the servant led them to the elevator. Passengers and
waiters, all of whom cast curious glances at Sally
from time to time.
It was a little awkward because he wasn't used to
drawing attention to himself, but it was a good thing.
As long as the eyes of others were following him,
Winston couldn't do anything foolish.
When the elevator door opened, Winston motioned
for her to enter as if she were a lady. It was not very
gentlemanly to push her back with his hand.
"It's a good night."
The elevator driver lifted his hat slightly in salute.
Sally curtsied and stopped at the corner. Winston
followed, stood in the middle and rummaged through
the inside pockets of his jacket.
He pulled out two new bills and handed them to the
driver. The driver's eyes grew wide, and when
Winston winked, he nodded slightly and took the
money.
-Do you tip the driver every time you get on the
elevator?
Sally frowned at the outrageous luxury, but Winston
forced her to the center of the elevator. He moved
closer to Sally, so I took a step to the side and pulled
her back. At a glance, Winston leaned against the
wall and laughed.
I soon discovered what all these out-of-the-ordinary
actions were really for. The door closed and the
elevator, which had been moving smoothly upward,
suddenly stopped and rattled loudly.
"Wow!"
His arms were crossed tightly and he couldn't
support the wall because he was in the middle of the
elevator. When she stumbled and collapsed on
Winston's chest, a thick forearm wrapped around her
shoulder.
"Have a little patience, Miss Bristol. You are.
Trying to attack me in front of people?
"Come down."
I hit the pit of my stomach with my elbow to get rid
of the sticky, gooey guy. Ugh, I thought it worked
because I made a sound and lowered my body, but
Winston used his remaining arm to hold Sally in his
arms and asked.
Shall we go straight to the guest room, honey? What
about room service?
Suppressed laughter erupted from the employees
behind him. Sally couldn't see the crab, which was
played with dirty tricks. She hit Winston's expensive
shoe with the heel of her shoe.
"Do you give a radical yes for an answer?"
He blurted it out with a grimace. Sally immediately
turned away from Winston and stood in the doorway.
A servant
who was standing next to them noticed the two and
opened the elevator door.
As I walked down the hall with the servant, Winston
came up to me and whispered softly.
"You won't break your toe if you step on it lightly like
this."
I took it with all my strength, but it is a little. Sally,
his pride as a soldier, fired sharply.
You're lucky your heels are blunt.
"Don't we have our own high heels?
I'm buying on my way home tomorrow morning?
"Don't call me that."
"Is it because you're shy, honey?"
Winston tugged on the hand holding the purse strap.
Sally jerked her hand away, sarcastic.
"You are the best torturer in the kingdom, Captain."
"Torturing..."
Even when his stomach was stomped on or his feet
stepped on, the smile finally disappeared from the
lips of the man who teased him mischievously with a
low smile.
"Sally, since you don't know, let me give you some
advice. It's polite to cross arms with a man in a place
like this.
He spat the word advice in an authoritative tone.
Winston grabbed Sally's hand, which still did not
obey, and placed it on his own arm.
"For the ladies, quiche with truffles and spinach.
as a main course..."
Sally, who had been silently watching Winston ask
the waiter, interrupted.
"No, I have changed my mind. Instead, I will ask for a
steak steak.
The waiter looked at Sally in amazement. Winston's
eyes were equally surprised.
The porterhouse steak with a T-bone in the middle
was a menu item not recommended unless you were
a glutton. A woman who is always on the lookout for
eyeballs rarely orders a menu item that is symbolic
of gluttony.
Sally bowed her head and smiled brightly. She
intended to cool her sexual desire by even
embarrassing her in front of others.
In front of her, he's a horned bastard, but at least in
front of others, he's Winston, the epitome of courtesy
and dignity. Should he spend four hours in front of a
rude, dishonorable woman and others? It was a
calculation that he would tire of it all at once.
Winston narrowed his eyes at Sally and corrected the
spell with a small laugh.
"Then, a steak just for the ladies."
When the waiter left, Sally began to fuss with the
fluff on her cardigan. Winston, who had been
watching the scene silently, snorted again.
"Miss Bristol." "Yes?"
"If I call you a lady, you should act like a lady."
"What does it mean to act like a lady?"
There are times when you have to infiltrate the upper
class. class, so that during the training
you learned the manners and manners of the upper
class, but Sally pretended not to know.
"Ladies don't eat porterhouse steaks."
"Is that so? It's too much."
"And don't you usually have to apologize before
you interrupt?"
"Is it? I'm sorry."
Winston, who was about to point out more, let out a
small gasp of astonishment.
"one more. If you are a lady, you should refrain
from
eat dessert".
"Then you should have brought a lady here."
He looked at Sally with an ambiguous expression,
unsure whether he was laughing or annoyed, and
asked.
"Are you done pretending to be a good maid in front
of me now?"
"Because the captain stopped pretending to be a
good teacher."
Winston twisted his lower lip and bit it hard. It was
to keep from laughing. When the waiter brought the
wine, he took a big sip before filling the glass.
Sally flipped over the fancy silverware and plates,
pretending to check the label in a cheesy way, only
occasionally lifting her eyes to the other side.
Winston crossed his legs and snorted again at the
dirty shoe. He wiped the dirt off with a napkin and
casually dropped it on the floor.
"What's it like, do you like it h e r e ?"
he asked, leaning back in his chair and placing his
clasped hands on his knees. Sally just rolled her eyes
and looked around the restaurant before answering
casually.
"I can see why you brought me here."
Winston tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, then
lowered them. What did you mean?
"It's in bad taste."
Leon couldn't stop laughing. How dare you proudly
claim to be unconventional on the most
unconventional subject here? Laughter spurted
intermittently from his mouth as he rested his
elbow on the armrest and rubbed his forehead with
the knuckle of his index finger.
"I'm having fun because you're like this."
If she had lied about liking her as the Grand
Duchess, she would have become an insignificant
woman in no time.
"You must make me sick. It's a failure so far."
The woman ate every piece of steak the size of her
face.
Isn't it polite to have a conversation while you slowly
savor your food?
However, the woman did not say a word and just ate
the meat at a frightening speed. In the middle, when
I pointed to the window with my chin and said that
the sun was setting, the woman simply replied, "Yes,
at that time."
Leon's cooked veal had cooled as he watched the
incredible scene. When only a large T was left on
Sally's plate, she gathered her knives and forks next
to the half-eaten dish.
"... I really ate them all."
moved to a café. The woman, who had been
examining the menu with serious eyes, responded
indifferently.
"Did you know you couldn't eat?"
The drinks are in the back, but the woman was
looking at the front of the menu with pastries.
"The cake...eat?"
Instead of responding, the woman asked Leon to
order two cakes that I wanted to eat. He ordered a
cake and a coffee in a bewildered mood and looked
at the woman who was just staring out the dark
window.
This appointment was completely different from
what I expected. Since childhood, he has naturally
taken the lead in any group. The whole situation was
under his control.
I was definitely expecting it today, but I had the
strangest feeling that I was being influenced by that
sly fox.
When the cake was served, the woman went back to
eating it in silence. Leon, wanting to see how far she
could fit in that small body, asked as she ordered
another pie.
"Don't you go to Madame Benoa's cafe from time to time?"
Only then did the woman stop her fork and raise her
eyes to him.
"Yes."
In the brief silence before answering, Leon sensed it.
Confused to learn that he has been watching me for
quite some time.
"Whatever is fine."
The woman didn't even have the courtesy to ask why
she wasn't eating it and took turns shoveling three
pieces of cake into her mouth, one bite at a time.
When the white cream was smeared on the tip of her
pink lips, she lightly stuck out the tip of her tongue
and licked it off. A lump of flesh a little darker than
her lips slid over the tight folds. The tongue
disappeared into her mouth, and her lips moist with
clear saliva opened again and broke open a bright red
cherry.
A vulgar act.
Leon crossed his legs toward the window and took a
deep breath. Still, I couldn't suppress the urge.
"But won't you eat mine?"
The woman did not even show signs of displeasure.
She even did the discourtesy of shaking her head
without looking at the person speaking.
"Aren't you afraid of being cut off now?"
Even that was not enough, and they even ignored me.
"Miss Bristol, if you get fired, why don't you try out
as an actress?"
"Hmm, me?"
"Did you have a good cry at the office the other day?
Now that I see it, I was fooled."
The woman frowned as she dug her fork into the
cake.
"I wasn't performing. Because I was afraid I was
going to get cut back then."
The woman's face soon returned to a deadpan
expression. There were not enough signs from the
body to determine whether it was a lie or not.
"But now?"
"Now I wonder if I have to earn money.
while I suffer such insults.
Leon's face hardened. That is
an insult. I am.
A military officer who is expected to become a
landowner. It is an insult that he has no choice.
than to go on begging for something like an
insignificant maiden.
Leon furrowed his brow and reached inside his
jacket. He pulled out a cigar box and snapped it
open, chewing on the words.
"Is it an insult to feed a lady?" "You're
trying to get me to call another boat." This
woman, increasingly...
Laughing, Leon closed the cigar box and p u t it back
in his jacket.
She's a woman who smiles and asks, 'When should I
clean up?' I already knew she had a bold personality.
But now he had the courage to say obscene words.
"You always flirt like that, and when a man gets
caught, do you treat the poor man you hooked like a
sex horse?"
"I've never tried fishing, so I'm the poor guy."
He said he had never tried fishing, but the woman ate
the cake and moved immediately. This time, it
seems, she decided to drink the more expensive
champagne.
Isn't getting drunk usually a tactic used by proud
women to seduce a man and drag him into bed? At
least once, I ordered the whole bottle of the third
glass to be generous, but the woman showed no sign
of getting drunk.
"Aren't you dizzy? How about if we lie down and
rest?
When asked to go to the guest room, the woman
tipped her champagne glass without responding.
Behind the woman's head, outside the window, lit up
like daylight, the pier was approaching.
Has the time already been like this?
Leon sighed and rubbed his temples.
"Sally, you say you're going to be boring?"
"Yes. You only saw me eat for four hours.
The woman wrinkled the nose with sorrow
y added sarcastically.
"Small."
Leon averted his gaze between her legs and the
woman's flushed face, and smiled.
"No, you know very well what I like - is it innate?
The woman looked at him, raising the end of the
champagne glass to her lips. Your eyes wondered
why you like me like this. Seeing a hint of
embarrassment, she raised an angled eyebrow. Is
this an opportunity to regain control?
"Clothes, I know you wore them on purpose. But you
made a
error.
"..."
"Pink, red, brown. They are all colors I love
with madness".
A cold light pink color sliding into the tub where the
spy's head was tucked. A cool red color flowing
through the cracks of torn flesh. A brown, dry skin
on a rough rope.
Because they are all the color of blood. The color of
blood that turns me on.
"You are failing."

***
The sedan passed the front gate of the mansion and
crossed the garden. The main building of the mansion,
which was slowly approaching, was brightly lit
outside as if there was a party going on even though
it was not long after midnight.
"This is the first time in my life I've ever had an
appointment like this."
Winston leaned his elbow on the window sill and
rubbed his lips with laughter. Sally rolled her eyes
and gave him a scathing look.
"Failing student, get it right."
Even if I was called a failure, I had nothing to say.
Sally's plan to spread rumors of infidelity failed
miserably.
No, is it too early to judge?
To get to the annex, I had no choice but to drive
through the main building. Sally exclaimed to herself
as the car got close enough that she could clearly see
the front door of the main building.
A luxury sedan was standing in the stone driveway
between the front door and the fountain. And next to
it, Mrs. Winston was bidding farewell to Grand
Duchess Aldrich.
Meeting two people at once who would be more
suspicious of a woman clinging to Winston than
anyone else. The culmination of the operation was
just around the corner.
Both women turned their heads this way as the
headlights flashed and the engine roared closer. Sally
made eye contact with them for a moment, then
tilted her head slightly like a guilty man and looked
at Winston. He even made a worried expression,
wondering what to do since he was caught.
"Ah, the Grand Duchess was supposed to come today.
I
I forgot."
Winston let out a brief sigh and pulled up behind the
Grand Duchess's car. Thinking she was going to turn
the car around, Sally followed Winston out of the car
with a look of astonishment.
My eyes met Mrs. Winston's eyes. The wife's face
was also covered with astonishment. There was also
anger in her glaring eyes.
The Grand Duchess did not look this way once after
their eyes first met. A shy smile hovered over her
calm face.
'This is enough.'
Sally, who was sorry that the innocent Grand
Duchess was in trouble, quietly opened the car door
and got out. Without making a sound, I circled
around behind the car and tried to escape to the
annex.
"Hey what are you doing right now?"
"Come in."
Winston, who was exchanging greetings with the
two women, chased after them and grabbed them. He
pushed Sally back into the car, talking casually to
her mother and future fiancé. If that wasn't enough, I
remained leaning against the passenger door and
locked her in.
It was as if Winston had completed Sally's operation
with his own hands, and that too.
He returned to the driver's seat only after the Grand
Duchess's car had left. Mrs. Winston raised her voice
in a voice full of anger, but he didn't think much of it
and drove straight to the annex.
Sally looked at Winston with bored eyes.
I want to open Lee's head. How did the brain come
up? How can you be so confident even after you get
caught cheating?
"Captain, I had a good time thanks to you, ah!"
As soon as they reached the annex, they tried to
escape to the maid's room, but Winston grabbed
Sally's arm and pulled her.
"Failed student, we should have time to discuss
today's defeat."
He grabbed Sally as if she were a criminal and
opened the door to the study on the second floor. The
soldiers who were playing pool inside froze as soon
as they turned their heads this way.
"Completely."
Everyone looked puzzled, but could not ask any
questions. Six soldiers rushed out at once, trying to
close the study room door.
Sally took off her cardigan and slipped it out of
Winston's hands. But before he could escape through
the crack in the door, she closed the door in front of
him.
A large hand grasped the hand holding the doorknob.
Sally looked up to meet Winston's wry smile.
"It's too late to talk about pain."
"A person who has failed in his or her mission has not
right to talk like this".
Her right hand opened and the red cardigan fell to
the floor. Long fingers hit the convex buttons of the
blouse one by one and went up.
The tip of her index finger began to roll the button
between the peaks. As I watched her hand
movements, the nipples she had rolled the other day
felt an ungovernable tingling sensation.
widely.
The moment he jerked his hand away, Winston
leaned toward Sally. My arms were wrapped around
my waist, and my body jumped in an instant.
Instead of mindlessly struggling over her shoulder,
Maine Sally checked the location of the military
dagger and pistol Winston dangled from his
waistband.
There was no point in resisting now. The right
weapon had to be used at the right opportunity.
Sally's turquoise eyes sparkled as a pool table
passed in front of her. It was like a blunt weapon
stretched across a dark green cloth.
Winston came into the study and placed Sally on
the pool table. I immediately got up and sat down,
but it was impossible to escape. It was because he
had pushed her lower body between his knees
hanging over the edge.
Sally stilled her pounding heart and looked at the
stout man in front of her.
You can fight today.
Madame Winston will kick her out soon anyway, so
don't be afraid of ruining the mission. All you have
to do is fight in a way that looks a bit sloppy, without
showing professional combat training. It's okay if
you don't kill him.
As Sally mentally revived her vitals and prepared to
fight, Winston had no choice but to hit her with her
vitals.
"As you can see, you have completely failed."
When he undid the belt buckle on his officer's jacket
and removed his clothes, it was clear what he was
looking for. The front of the pants that had been
hidden by the hem of the jacket had risen as if to
burst, and the thread on one of the buttons had come
undone.
Winston carefully folded his jacket in half, placed it
carefully on the pool table and began to roll up his
sleeves. It was no different from the preparation he
did every time he went straight to torture.
"Your method failed, so now I have to try the.
mine."
Meanwhile, Sally glanced sideways at the holster on
the top of her jacket, gauging the distance. You can
fire at the shoulder. Then Winston won't be able to
touch it again until you've safely ejected it.
He rolled up his other sleeve and spoke in a tone that
seemed to blame Sally for his mistakes.
"I won't let you go even if I cry today."
Winston leaned toward Sally, hands at his sides.
Breathing mingled between the slightly parted lips of
each. The heat made them both shiver like people on
fire, but the meaning was different.
At a distance where the tips of their noses could
touch, their eyes met and Winston spoke softly, as
if whispering, even as he nudged him.
"You only have two choices today."
Sally swallowed saliva and looked straight into his
terribly hot eyes. Winston also swallowed
dry, shaking his throat before whispering in a deep
voice.
"First. Have a relationship with me and get out of here
looking good.
He slowly closed and opened his eyes and sighed. It
was his favorite tactic when leading a tortured
subject into a psychological situation.
"second. Forced relationships with me, a little bit..."
His left hand was brought roughly to my face. I turned my
head slightly to the side to avoid it, and my fingertips
penetrated through the messy hair and gently grasped
the back of my head.
"It is delivered to me in a broken state."
His lips pressed against her cheeks gently brushed
her skin, and Sally flinched like someone bitten by
sharp teeth.
"Which one would you like?"
He took a step back and stared into Sally's eyes.
"Either way, I'll do whatever you want."
Facing the turquoise disdain that reminded him of a
girl on the beach when he was a boy, Leon dug his
fingers into the knot of his tie with a crooked smile. I
pulled the knot out all at once and untied it, and when I
lifted my little hand that held the white pool table,
the woman roughly grabbed his hand and yanked it
away.
"You don't need to tie it." "Then
what's your choice?" "First."
A smirk tugged at Leon's lips. As he lifted the tip of
his little chin and was about to swallow his lips, the
woman blocked it with her hand.
"Just promise me one thing."
He smiled generously and raised his eyebrows as if
he would listen to anything.
"Promise me you won't bleed." Leon
replied with a frown. "I can't promise
you."
His eyes rested between the woman's legs.
"I promise another place."
The woman looked at him with rather serious eyes,
as if determined, and removed her hand from her
lips.
Leon, who had been trying to bite down on the thick
lips that had been making him lust all night, stiffened
the moment the woman did something unexpected.
The woman's left hand cupped his cheek. Milky
eyelids slid down to cover half of her blue-green
eyes, and pale pink lips with a slight hint of blood
drew Leon closer.
At that moment, the tinnitus was pounding in his
ears as if a bomb had exploded at point-blank range.
Leon watched eagerly as the woman kissed him. As
soon as the woman's soft flesh touched the tip of his
dry lips, a dizzying shiver buried in his memory
penetrated his entire body.
Finally, the woman's lips parted tightly. Leon's chest
was visibly rising and falling, and his breathing
became harsh.
The skin that touched them was warm. It was even
sweet, perhaps because I had eaten a lot of sweets all
night.
The woman's lips parted her lips slowly and gently
crushed his flesh. Then, she opened a little wider,
sucking on Leon's lips as if stealing them, then fell
with a pop.
The sound of lips colliding was similar to a slap on
the cheek. In fact, it was much more reserved and a
bit stranger.
The woman pressed her lips together again. I want to
crush her hard right away, swallow her lips
voraciously, suck and chew on them. Leon repressed
the urge by drawing in what little reason he had left.
He had thought of committing it by force until now,
but it was unexpectedly exciting for a woman to act
aggressively.
He also slowly moved his lips together.
Sometimes, without realizing it, I closed my eyes
and opened them. Then, without realizing it, I
checked the woman's reaction.
His ever-bright eyes were blurry. I was short of
breath and my heart was pounding. It wasn't bad
because I was relieved not to be alone.
Leon stroked the woman's neck and back as if
reassuring her, and let a small sigh flow from his
mouth.
Can it really end once?
I promised him it would be boring if he tried it once,
but he was already having second thoughts after just
one kiss.
Have you tried it with the guy you call your fiancé?
A sudden thought flashed through his hand. The
hand holding the woman grew stronger. At last,
Leon, who lost his mind, pushed his tongue deep
into the space between her open lips.
At that moment, the woman's eyes opened wide. The
blurry eyes also became clearer.
I thought I was going to reject her rough kiss, but the
woman also mixed her tongue quite actively.
Did they have to wait countless times to bind and rub
the soft, moist lumps of flesh? The woman
She turned her head to the right, so he tilted her head
a little more to the left and sucked her tongue hard.
"Baby, do I look that lazy?"
Leon's left hand grasped the woman's wrist. The
woman's fingertips touched his holster.
The man's lips parted. However, the hand that held
him as if to break the slender wrist remained the
same.
Winston laughed and bit his lips wet with Sally's
saliva. He looked at her with eyes burning with cold
rage, and suddenly grabbed Sally by the neck and
pulled her down.
"Yuck."
You broke your promise, Sally Bristol.
My body landed on the pool table with a thump. Pool
balls scattered in the corner clinked, and a pool cue
across the corner made a thud as it landed on the
carpet.
Winston pressed hard on Sally's neck and yanked
open her blouse.
"Hey, Captain, out of breath..."
He scratched his forearm and pretended to choke.
Once the neck and spine were suppressed, it was
difficult to escape, so I had to use cunning.
Winston, who was about to bite the exposed flesh of
her bra, raised his eyes and looked at her. He let go
of Sally's neck and squeezed Sally's wrists and
pressed them against her head, as if purposely
holding his breath to redden her face was working.
The other hand lifted her skirt and plunged down her
back. As she was about to pull down her bloomers,
Sally bent down with her legs over Winston's left
and right thighs. The bounce caused by the hasty
lifting of her leg put weight on her heel, striking
Winston in the stomach.
"Oh..."
The boy frowned and flexed his upper body. Sally
didn't miss the moment when his grip on her wrist
was losing strength and turned away.
I quickly crawled over the pool table and made my
way to the other side, but my ankle was trapped.
Winston mumbled a curse and snapped Sally's ankle,
holding it tightly and pulling on it.
The moment she was dragged, unable to resist the
tyrannical force of the military officer, she grabbed a
ball rolling on the pool table. As he pushed Sally's
ass toward his crotch, Sally, pretending to be
dragged, suddenly turned and hit Winston in the
head with a billiard ball.
"Yuck!"
A hard ball hit him in the forehead and passed. He
squeezed Sally's arm, closing his eyes tightly and
reeling from the sudden surprise.
"Ah!"
The arms that were folded behind his back felt as if
they were going to fall off his shoulders. As he
pressed his wrist hard with his thumb, the hand
opened of its own accord and the billiard ball landed
on the table.
"under..."
A brief groan of dejection and anger escaped
Winston. Sally took a deep breath and turned her
head behind her shoulder.
His tousled platinum hair was dyed dark with blood.
Winston wiped the blood that was beginning to flow
to his forehead with his hand and looked at him
silently. The focus in his eyes slowly faded.
"Exit..."
The excitement boiled a fire
simmeringat his dangerously low voice.
"You are too dangerous for me. You know very well
what I like.
Suddenly he rubbed his blood-soaked finger across
Sally's lips.
"Suck!"
I turned my head to avoid him, and my cheeks were
stained with his blood. Winston grabbed Sally's chin
and pursed his lips. A warm lump of flesh slid across
Sally's lips.
Winston let go of her chin, but Sally couldn't part her
lips. It was because the evil son of a bitch bit his
lower lip with his teeth. If he turned the
head, I felt as if pieces of flesh were falling off.
The hand that had released her chin dropped. As she
placed Sally's waist around her chin on the pool table
and lifted her skirt, Sally touched her waist with her
free hand.
The moment the falling billiard ball touched my
fingers, there was a roar and the book on the other
side of the shelf collapsed. Winston caught the ball
and threw it away.
"Ah!"
Arms folded behind her back. Finally deprived Sally
of all means of resistance.
Eventually, Sally's bloomers were pulled down to
mid-thigh. The sound of belts and buttons being
quickly undone behind her exposed hips was
terrifying.
"I'm going to kill you."
"under... You'll die before then."
Winston took a deep breath and threw himself close to
Sally. Sally squirmed and struggled as the warm lump
of flesh touched her secret spot, but to no avail.
"It's going to hurt so much. I'm so angry at this
at the moment, it is difficult to be considered".
It was the moment he bit Sally's ear as he softly
whispered a wicked warning.
The door to the study room burst open. Sally raised
her head and met the eyes of the woman who was about
to enter the study. The woman who saw her son
trying to eat with the maid at the pool table
screamed.
dull thud.
Mrs. Winston immediately fainted and fell to the
floor.
"Damn it..."
A soft curse fell on the back of Sally's neck.

***

When the sharp needle pierced his scalp, Leon

squinted one eye. The maid had hit him with a
billiard ball and his place was torn.
I tried to clean up the blood, but my mother made a
fuss and called a doctor after midnight.
It seems that he is not the one who needs a doctor.
Sitting across from Leon and the coffee table, his
mother was lying like a corpse in an armchair. It was
ridiculous to see him with an ice pack on his head
while he was attended to by three maids.
"It's okay. Please stop."
When Leon sent the doctor, who was hounding him
about the risk of a concussion and possible fracture,
his mother sent the maids. She stared at him and was
about to become hysterical.
"oh my god... Oh my God..."
as expected. My mother went into hysterics, seeking
God first.
"Leon, are you crazy?"
Leon sat cross-legged and drummed his fingers
gently on his lap.
"Have you behaved quietly until now? But,
why are you doing this with your commitment around
the corner?
Are you driving me to the edge of a cliff to die of a
nervous breakdown?
A self-centered woman. She insisted that the adult
son's lust for women was also a rebellion to win the
mother's attention and affection.
Unfortunately, Leon did not have enough affection
for his mother.
As the arsenic escaped from her son's mouth,
Elizabeth grabbed an ice pack from the table and put
it on his forehead.
"Are you going to laugh like that at my funeral?"
"You don't have to worry about getting engaged."
"The Grand Duchess has seen you dating other
women and there's nothing to worry about!"
"It's not like love, it's a transaction, isn't it? No
matter what I do with another woman, whether it's
the Grand Duchess or the Grand Duke, there's
nothing to lose."
Elizabeth let out a long sigh and closed her eyes.
"Yes, you're always right."
stubborn son. Still, I've never been wrong so far, so I
let him do what he wants.
He has been proud of the heinous stigma of being a
vampire in Camden as a medal he had to earn
because he was loyal to the royal family. He endured
having a torture chamber in the mansion and having
soldiers in hideous military uniforms coming and
going all the time.
But to fall in love with a woman, a humble maiden. I
could not stand this at all.
"Leon, you've been telling your sister since you were
little. don't forget your father How hard has our
family been since then? I don't want to lose you
either."
You don't want to miss the opportunity to receive a
degree.
Leon twisted the corner of his mouth and narrowed
his eyes. It was from the sharp pain when the wound
tugged.
"Don't be honest. Whether it was my fault or your
father's fault, I was worried because you treated
women like vermin. Even after marriage, it will be
difficult."
Thinking that the words 'I can't see the second
generation' were omitted between 'then' and 'because
it's difficult', Leon scraped the blood from under his
fingernails with a military dagger.
"But suddenly you become a different person and
treat a woman, a maid at that! Rather act like a bug
again, please!"
Leon, appreciating the scar the woman had inflicted
on the back of his hand, smiled slightly.
"What on earth did that sly maid do?"
Only then did Leon raise his head. He looked at his
mother, but his attention was on the empty space
behind him.
'I really want to know. What the hell did that maid
do to me?
Without meaning to, his hand slipped inside his
officer's jacket. Leon pulled out a cigarette, lit it and
took a deep breath, deep in thought.
I've never been bothered by lust. I've been living
almost without feeling it, so I wouldn't have to
bother feeling it.
However, it became a nuisance after the maid was
alone in charge of the torture chamber about a month
ago. The smell of blood began to waft more strongly
from the odor of her flesh, and the body odor did not
fade.
As if the woman was controlling his thoughts and
manipulating his body with clever tricks.
From the day I first recognized the color of a
woman's eyes, it got worse. It felt as if the ship,
which had been slowly sinking, split in two in an
instant and plunged headlong into the depths of the
sea. He, who did not even know that the ship was
sinking, had no choice but to drown in the sea of
anxieties without mental preparation.
Even looking at himself, the last month, he was a
madman.
I often forgot my duty because I was crazy with
sexual desire. It was like that even today. Although I
remembered clearly that the Grand Duchess was
coming to dinner, I forgot all about it the moment I
the maid suggested an appointment. It was a shock to
him, who is not prone to forgetting things.
Besides, in the last month, he had forgotten his
dignity as an aristocrat and was flirting with women
like an alley thug. He promised himself that he was a
good boy and that he had to put up with it, but the
moment he bumped into him, he lost his temper. The
fact that I lost control of my body and my reason was
disgusting.
"That maid, you need to cut her right now."
Elizabeth looked at her son with a face that didn't
budge an inch. It was because she expected Leon to
object.
But he folded his arms and muttered something
incomprehensible after deep thought.
"If it bothers you, you should clean it up."
"What?"
Leone left his bewildered mother, stood up and
headed for the door.
"Lion!"
"Didn't you tell me to cut it off right away?"
"What?"
Are you really trying to fire the woman I had a deep
relationship with at one time? Elizabeth was
speechless at the unexpected action.
Even though he was the son I gave birth to, his cold-
blooded side was sometimes creepy. With tired eyes,
she stared at the door through which her son had
disappeared.
Sally wandered around the maid's room. The
maid will come soon and see me off.
I was going to pack my things ahead of time so I
could leave right away tomorrow morning, but for
some reason I was so dizzy I couldn't even change
my clothes.
My shoulder still hurt like it was on fire. The back of
my head hit me when I was pushed against the pool
table.
If Mrs. Winston had not arrived in time, he would
have beaten her. She was the epitome of a
snobbish aristocrat, so he had never looked kindly
on her, but at that moment, Elizabeth Winston
seemed like an angel.
"demon!"
I wiped my face with both hands, and the moment I
brushed my lips, I let out a brief scream. Looking in
the mirror, Winston's bitten lower lip was swollen.
Fucking son of a bitch.
However, the target of criticism soon changed.
Damn it.
He should have pulled out the gun earlier. For quite
some time before that, Winston's mind had been
preoccupied with kissing. The problem is that Sally's
mind was also sold.
I fell in love with the kiss you tried to distract it.
crazy, really
"This is a kiss. My first kiss..." "I
hate that... ?"
"...well."
"also... Shall I?"
As I sank my face into my hands, the two young
voices exchanged fading conversations in my head.
Crazy, really.
A mother in heaven would look at her pitiful
daughter and click her tongue.
The door rang just as Sally rubbed her face roughly.
Did the maid finally arrive?
Sally opened the door and slammed it shut the
moment her eyes met Winston's through the narrow
space. She pressed the door with her shoulder to
keep it from being forced open, locked it from the
inside, and even hung a latch when he called out to
her.
"Exit."
"Doesn't Mrs. Winston have to do something else to
knock her out?"
Laughter flowed from outside.
"That's not all. Yes, this would be better.
Then Winston made an unexpected suggestion.
"I will find a better job. Because it will be good for
you too. A letter of recommendation with my
signature will easily fit anywhere. Mrs. Belmore said
she would get someone else soon,
so we'll have to wait until then. Enough then.
Fearing he would forget the poem he had memorized
with so much effort, Winston said what he had to say
and left, like a student reciting without holding his
breath.
I didn't know the words to leave would come from
him. Sally stood there, dumbfounded. It felt as if
the hand that held her tightly had suddenly
released its strength and faltered.
"Ha, lunatic."
It's embarrassing, but things went as planned. Sally
shook off the unfamiliar discomfort and buried her
exhausted body in the bed.

***

Campbell sat at his desk and occasionally glanced

sideways at his boss by the window. It's been a week
now. In other words, Captain Winston is working in
the office of the Division of
Western Command National Intelligence, not in a
separate office.
Normally, it was normal to work in an office rather
than a company residence, but that was abnormal for
Captain Winston. His work style, which could be a
security breach, had been overlooked by his
superiors because of his position and performance.
But why are you suddenly working in an office these
days? Could it be that the maid in the annex building
is leaving soon?
Campbell smiled self-deprecatingly at the end of his
ridiculous imagination. There is no way a person
who has nothing to fear from breaking the rules
would be afraid of a maid who is less than half the
size of his body.
"Campbell.
Campbell, who had been laughing again, shuddered.
"Yes, captain."
I straightened my back and looked at the captain, and
he just looked at the papers on the desk. His eyes
sharpened. No
I felt good, so I got goose bumps on the back of my
neck.
The moment the captain nodded with his index
finger, Campbell jumped up and came over as if he
had a spring attached to his hip.
"What are you doing?"
On the desk lay a stack of reports I had filed this
morning. It was the result of an investigation by the
National Intelligence Division and the staff in charge
of the Winston Annex.
There was nothing to catch my eye, so I thought I
would pass for meaningless suspicion, but the
captain pulled three folders from among them and
pressed them with his index finger.
"These three need to be examined." He immediately
lowered his voice.
"Secretly, so that the Command does not know."

***

After today, this mission is over.

"Come back safe and sound."
Sally smiled as she remembered Jimmy's voice a few
days ago as she pushed the vacuum cleaner on the
floor of the adjoining hallway.
He seemed to regret being told he was fired for
attempting a mission, but never reprimanded. He
added that he wants to see you soon. At that
moment, the feelings of sadness faded away.
'I'll see Jimmy tomorrow after a long time.'
It's been over a year now. I haven't been back to my
hometown since I infiltrated Winston's.
Sally, who was pushing the vacuum cleaner towards
the entrance of the annex, sighed. It was because the
toe of the black shoes came into the edge of her field
of vision looking down at the floor. She had barely
finished cleaning the carpet, but it was about to get
dirty again.
"Hey. go out again..."
Sally, who was about to scold her for wiping her feet
on the stair carpet and walking in, stiffened the
moment she looked up.
Winston entered, accompanied by Campbell and
several soldiers in charge of the annex building.
"Hello."
Sally just nodded, avoiding the hallway wall. When
Winston stopped in front of Sally, those following
him also stopped.
Fred's eyes met. He smiled faintly at Sally. A hint of
sadness emanated from the drooping eyebrows.
When I said I was retiring, Fred was very sorry.
"I don't know who to turn to now."
"You have Peter and you have Nancy. You'll do fine."
Fred pursed his lips, kicked the toe of his shoe in the
grass in the garden and asked.
"When you return, will you marry the commander-in-
chief?"
I was talking about Jimmy. Sally smiled vaguely and
shrugged her shoulders.
"I don't k n o w either. I don't think it's time yet."
"If it hadn't been for that nasty little royal piggy, you
could have been here with me for a long time."
Rumors that Winston had attempted to rape the maid
had already spread widely among the soldiers in
charge of the annex building. Fred, who heard the
rumor and gnashed his teeth, didn't know. The fact
that Sally almost suffered was due in part to Jimmy's
orders.
"I will definitely avenge you."
Sally put her hand over the fist that was clenched so
tightly that the veins swelled.
"Don't do that. Just do the tasks you are given. Stay
out of Winston's sight. I failed spectacularly,
though."
A bitter smile came across Sally's face.
"And it would be nice if you left Winston as a
wedding present someday."
Remembering their conversation a few days ago,
Sally looked away from Fred and looked at Winston.
He was still standing in the middle of the hallway,
motioning to the men behind him.
"Let's go to the office first."
As soon as the instructions were given, the soldiers
passed the two of them and went upstairs. Only Fred
was still looking at Sally with worried eyes.
"What are you doing?"
Winston asked in a cold tone. He didn't answer and
brushed his black hair away. As he ran a hand
through his cold blond hair, he narrowed his eyes.
"Sally, I'll never forget you. You're the first woman
I've ever had to smash my head in with - isn't that
romantic?".
He intentionally touched the wound to feel guilty.
Sally asked, copying the crooked smile on his lips.
"Would you like me to crush the right side too?"
Winston chuckled to himself at how enjoyable it
was, then re-combed his hair and crossed his arms
tightly.
"You don't have to be so mean. I just have a job for
the maid.
"What are you doing?"
"The torture chamber. Looks like you'll have
something to write about, so stop cleaning and get
ready from there."
"Yes."
Sally responded quickly, swallowing dry saliva.
Who else was caught? A new 'guest' arrived the day
before the retreat. I was concerned about Fred taking
over his share.
Winston immediately turned his back on her and
headed for the stairs. He sighed and unplugged the
vacuum cleaner, but suddenly looked back as he
climbed the stairs.
"I'm sorry. To be honest, among the guys below me,
there's no one who likes what they're asking me to do
as much as you do."
"I know, right. How did it happen?"
After making a sarcastic comment in an exaggerated
tone, Winston lifted one corner of his mouth. It was a
bittersweet smile that didn't look like the smile of a
bad guy. Sally looked at Winston for a moment
before turning her back on him and heading into the
office before heading to the basement.
***

The atmosphere is unusual.

Fred sat in a chair in the hallway in front of his
office and looked around. At each end of the hallway
was a single soldier. He seemed to be preventing
them from escaping.
Two hours ago, Lieutenant Campbell called three of
the corps members by name and said he had
something to do, so I followed them here without
thinking. In front of the outhouse, the lieutenant
brought four more soldiers.
'Until then, I thought I had to move even heavy
furniture...'
But Campbell led them inside in front of the office
and placed the other two in the hallway. The three of
them, including Fred, sat in a row on chairs in the
hallway.
After Winston entered the office, they were called in
one by one. And now, Fred was the only car left.
'What did I do wrong? Could it be that his identity
was discovered? I didn't do anything.
A cold sweat broke out from the fist resting on his
lap. My hands were slippery and I was about to wipe
them on my pants when the office door burst open.
The second corporal who entered came out. His face
was pale blue. What the hell happened inside?
Private Fred Smith.
I saw the corporal's back go out as if he were running
away, but Campbell stood over the door and called
him.
"yes Yes!"
Fred gasped and dragged his wobbly legs into the
office.
What there was tension inside the office, however,
was a very friendly atmosphere. The two soldiers
Campbell had brought inside were playing chess on
the chess table in front of the bookshelf amid lively
jazz music on the radio.
Closing the door behind him, Campbell went straight to
the couch and sat down next to Captain Winston.
The captain was in a comfortable position with his
legs crossed and his back bent. In one hand he held a
half-burned cigar and in the other a crystal glass with
a finger full of whiskey.
Ah, Private Smith.
Winston narrowed his eyes and smiled at Fred, who
was standing in front of the door. Lately, the person
who emitted a dangerous aura that looked like it
would explode if touched wrong seemed to have
relaxed because he was drunk.
"Yes,
captain."
"Sit down."
He pointed the tip of his cigar at the chair in front of
the couch. Fred still couldn't relax, shifting his stiff
legs and moving closer. We sat and just swallowed
dry saliva, while Winston and Campbell filled their
glasses with whiskey and chatted indifferently.
Finally, Winston looked up at Fred and gazed at him
silently. The corners of his eyes were still softly
curved, but his eyes were sharp for some reason.
Could it be because of the cold blue light?
"I... Captain."
Instead of answering, Winston arched his eyebrows
and urged his words. The smile on his lips seemed
generous enough, but Fred couldn't help but ask.
"Did I do something wrong?"
Winston smiled as he tipped the crystal glass to his
lips. The unexpected reaction made Fred even more
nervous, and as he straightened his back, he put
down his glass and shook his head slowly.
"There is no such
thing." "ah..."
"Why, is there something bothering
you?" "Oh, no."
Winston lifted the corners of his mouth and tipped the
bottle of whiskey into the empty glass in front of
Fred.
"Private Smith."
"Yes."
"Relax."
His voice was quite soft. When the captain, who was
very tall, handed him a glass, Fred leaned forward
and accepted it politely.
"thank you."
It would be rude to return the alcohol you were
given. However, I was worried about making a
mistake while drunk.
Fred drank just enough to moisten his lips and
slowly set the glass down on the table. Winston, who
had been watching him, removed the cigar from the
corner of his lips and let out a long puff of white
smoke.
"The reason I called you here today is because I have
a mission to entrust to you in secret without your
superiors knowing about it. I chose the right person
to carry it out, and one of the candidates is you."
Fred was stunned by the unexpected situation and
just blinked. I thought Winston disapproved of me
for the last time I threw up in the torture chamber.
'Wasn't i t ?'
This was perhaps a golden opportunity to infiltrate
the information department with key staff and
make a contribution. Then, one day, he could earn
Little Jimmy's trust and become an officer in the
Revolutionary Army.
Fred greeted without hiding his joy.
"I'm honored."
Winston smiled as he shook the ashtray in the ashtray.
"The two kids in front of you are eliminated. So I
have high expectations of you."
"Don't let the captain down."
Fred shouted with a determined expression on his
face as Campbell helped him.
"Yes, I'll do anything if you leave it to me."
"You're already trustworthy."
Winston laughed at Campbell and Fred also laughed.
Private Fred Smith.
"Yes, Captain!"
"I heard you were from Fairhill, Leven, is that right?"
The moment the question fell, Fred's smile shifted to
incontinence.
"yes Yes. you are right."
No, that's false. It was just false information in Fred
Smith's personal data manipulated by superiors. Fred
swallowed saliva, trying to recall the information
about Fairhill Village that he had heard in the pre-
infiltration training.
"I have work to do there."
"... Yes, I'll do my best if you leave it to me.
"It's nothing, the city council got a tip that
Blanchard's rats were in the mix. I want you to go
and do some investigating. Since it's the town you're
from, no one will doubt you even if you go that
way."
Fred let him go. It was because there was no way the
revolutionary army would send spies into a small
mountain town with a population of less than 500
people. It looked like Winston was wasting his time
with misinformation.
"Ah, the name of the village headman of Fairhill...."
As if he was in trouble because he couldn't
remember Winston, he rubbed his forehead with the
hand that held the cigar and looked at Fred.
"... This is Mr. Mason.
I just hoped that the answer I was having difficulty
remembering was the correct answer.
"Correct."
Fred let escape the breath that had been
holding.
"It's a place famous for ski tourism in winter."
"Yes, that is correct."
"I also went on a family trip when I was 15. Pvt.
Smith was born and raised there, so maybe he ran
into me.
Fred gave an uncomfortable smile instead of an
answer. How did a rich man like Winston end up in a
country where there were no luxury hotels?
"Oh, come to think of it, something really funny
happened."
Winston turned his head to Campbell and began to
talk lightly about his memories of Fairhill.
"There was a tavern under the ski slope."
Is the author really drunk?
Fred, slightly relaxed, raised the glass of whiskey in
front of him and drank it from his parched mouth.
"They sell warm bangsho there, but the owner
thought I was an adult just by looking at my size.
That day, Jerome and I drank together and collapsed
in the snow as we left the bar."
"this one."
If the tavern patrons hadn't found us, we would have
frozen to death. It's a fond memory.
It must be a terrible memory for Mrs. Winston.
They both burst out laughing, and Fred laughed too,
setting down his glass. When the alcohol was in, the
stiff body quickly loosened.
"Fred, do you know Albert? The pot-bellied owner of
the
tavern.
"Ah, yes,
yes."
I don't know. But if you don't know, there's no point.
The moment Fred interjected, Winston smiled at
Campbell.
"He was a nice man."
"Yes, it is. ha ha..."
"Oh, and there was a festival every winter? Ah! Day
of
St. Maurice".
"Yes, that is correct."
"It's a very strange tradition. Ah, you should listen
this from a native. Fred, talk to Campbell.
Winston leaned back on the couch, smoking a
cigarette. Fred's heart raced at the expectant look.
Have you ever heard of such a celebration?
Fred quickly rummaged through his memory. Just as
he was about to break out in a cold sweat again, he
remembered the symbol of the city.
A man holding his severed head with both hands.
"that is... St. Maurice, a native of our village, was
beheaded..."
"that's right."
Winston nodded and Fred moistened his dry lips and
lifted the corners of his lips slightly.
Good job, Fred.
His older sisters, who usually treated him like a child
and ignored him, would have no choice but to
acknowledge this.
"The villagers baked gingerbread in the form of.
man that day and they ate it. Well?"
"Yes."
"Before you eat, you rip your throat like this."
Winston grabbed the middle of the cigar and broke it
in half. It looked bloody for some reason, but when
the people around him started laughing, Fred
laughed too.
Winston tossed the broken cigar into the ashtray and
let out a whitish smoke. For an instant, it was Fred's
misunderstanding that sparks seemed to fly from his
icy eyes.
"Fred, can I tell you another interesting story?"
He leaned in close to Fred. When Fred leaned over
and heard Winston, he whispered slowly.
"I've never been to Fairhill."
Fred could not hide his confusion at the sudden
confession. Winston looked into his eyes, which must
have been trembling, and smiled terribly.
"I know this even though I have never been there.
That the name of the feast is St. Nicholas, not St.
Maurice."
Winston rose abruptly from his seat. Fred was
frozen in the same posture in which he had faced
Winston. The hand that was clenched in a fist in his
lap instantly went cold and trembled. The sound of
the chess game behind him suddenly stopped.
"Oh, and it's rye bread, not gingerbread."
A grimace was followed by the murmur of a fierce
voice.
"Falling into such a petty trap."
I had to run away from here, but my body wouldn't
listen. All Fred could do was look down at his
trembling limbs and roll his eyes at Winston.
Winston was leaning against the window, looking
out.
Fred Smith: Why did you lie about your hometown
on your enlistment application?
Leon pulled back the thin lace curtains and muttered
to himself as he followed something outside the
window with his eyes.
"My conclusion is..."
He slowly opened and closed his eyes.
"That means you're a really bad spy."
The first two people questioned were not spies.
After a little prodding, he embezzled public money
and squandered what he had spent on
entertainment. It really could not have been a trivial
waste of time.
"Campbell.
As soon as Campbell received instructions, he pulled
a yellow folder from under the couch and opened it.
Soon, a recitation of Fred Smith's enlistment
application took place against the backdrop of
ridiculous jazz tunes coming out of the radio.
"Full name, Fred John Smith. Father, Robert
John Smith. Occupation: butcher."
"A son who grew up with a father who works as a
butcher sees blood and blue vomit. Campbell, does this
make sense?
"It's not possible."
"Did you hear? This is your mistake, kid.
Campbell again clicked his tongue at his superior's
sharpness. It's a contradiction no one else would
notice.
However, it was so trivial that if the other party
insisted that it was speculation, it would be over. His
boss, who knew that, did not touch the contradiction and
revealed more contradictions and lies through the
judo diary.
He was trembling without even saying a word in
rebuttal that the guy who made countless mistakes
without even realizing it was not a spy.
It was as if the rat cut open its belly and committed
suicide. "Arrest him."
Behind Leon's back, the sound of a chair being
dragged suddenly echoed. The waiting soldiers rose
from the chess table. Shouts echoed behind him, as if
the rat was belatedly trying to escape and stumbled
unpleasantly.
"No! Not me!"
It was impolite to deny it too late.
Her screams echoed down the hallway. Only when
the echo faded did Leon withdraw his bitter gaze and
turn his back on her. Outside the window he had
been watching, a brown-haired maid was pulling a
laundry cart toward the main building.

***

"I'm not... I'm not..."

The figure of the guy sitting in front of me with the
iron table in the torture chamber was hard to see with
my eyes open. He was crying like a child and his
hands and feet were shaking as they were handcuffed
to a steel chair.
The paper hadn't even started yet. It was all tied up.
He was ready to pee if it scared him any more.
"Ah!"
All Leon did was pick up the tweezers from the
table. The little mouse sent by Little Jimmy was so
weak that he shook the chair and let out a deafening
scream.
Leon's mouth was bitter as he looked at the spy in
front of him.
this is an insult How did the rebel leaders treat him
so easily that they allowed an untrained child to
infiltrate him?
If you are going to send it, send it to the right
opponent.
It was humiliating to be played with such low-level
insults. Is it true that you were infiltrated by that
rookie?
But who would have guessed. National Information
Division and Advisory Office. Sending a weak and
lax man to this central military facility as a spy.
You can't even remember my false identity. I was an
idiot who must have graduated from the bottom of
the rebel 'brainwashing school'.
"Hey, you know what?"
Leon taught the author in words that were easy for
the mentally retarded man in front of him to
understand.
"After the so-called 'revolutionary government' took
office, the unemployment rate skyrocketed and the
country became poorer than before."
Leon leaned back in his chair and tapped the edge of the
table with a blade.
"They cried out for equality. Do you think being poor
together is the equality your species imagined?
The bastard didn't seem to listen to his gentle
instructions. The blue-eyed gaze followed Nipper
and fluctuated.
"It's a revolution."
Leon stared at him with a grimace on his lips.
"You guys are just a bunch of thugs."
A self-proclaimed revolutionary is pathetic.
A guy named 'Fred Smith' showed no resentment
when Leon insulted the Revolutionary Army.
"The driver."
"..."
"When I asked you why you were so white and
agitated, it must have been someone I knew."
"..."
"I wondered why the old mouse didn't read the
correct information until the end... Now that I see it,
Was it your
fault? "That
that..."
"Did you think you'd save me? Were you afraid that
if you blow, you'll kill me?
How scary is this girl? Before he could finish his
words, Leon exchanged taunts with Campbell. Then,
the moment his gaze returned to the spy, the ridicule
was wiped from his face in an instant.
"Four people were killed in the Gurban raid.
Both are crippled.
"..."
"Because of the information you stole."
"Oh, no. Me, I never did anything. Like the captain
said, I'm just a kid, a kid. Mmm, I didn't do anything
because I was stupid."
The guy who had kept his mouth shut when he
insulted his group and ideology suddenly spoke up.
If that was really stupid, as I said, I readily admitted
he was a spy.
"The quality of crime is very bad."
It's a guy who doesn't know how to use his head. He
is also a coward who vomits at the sight of blood.
Even if you scare me a little, I will exploit the
information I know. Leon decided to use an easy
method instead of a complicated trick.
"This is enough to go to camp and within a day or
two..."
Leon let his horse's tail hang down and winked at
Campbell, who was sitting next to him.
"It feels like you're getting shot."
Leon nodded at Campbell's firm reply, and the spy's
face turned even bluer.
"Me, not me..."
He cried like a child, opened and closed his mouth to
see if he had anything to say, then began to beg for
his life.
"Please, please save me."
"Well. I don't know anything like mercy. Despair
crept across the boy's face. "But you know what a
deal is."
It only took a moment for despair to give way to
hope.
In his head, Leon sized up the guy who whined like
he was going to do anything with disgustingly
babbling eyes.
Could this guy be a key figure in the rebels?
Do you know where your home base is? How much
can we fill in the gaps in leadership information? Not
very likely, but there was nothing to lose by trying.
"So Fred. Oh, Fred is really his real name?
The boy nodded again. It was funny how he
suddenly turned into a dog that listens well to the
subject of a dog that came to bite him.
"The longer you wait, the higher the price of your
life."
That is why I was telling you not to resist and ask me
to be obedient.
"In first first of all, I want to resolve some
old
complaints with Little Jimmy and man-to-man.
Where can I meet you?"
The boy's eyes blinked slightly.
"... That, I do not know.
At that moment, Leon's simple expression changed.
Do you know the location of the base? What I
thought was a small fish turned out to be a big fish
with key information.
"I'm not very patient."
Leon tapped the desk again with the tip of the
nippers. This nipper was the one that made me sick
watching him pull his fingernails out of the driver, so
this alone should do the trick.
"P - p l e a s e , something else..."
it's different... a lot of different things Let's put little
Jimmy's information aside for the last time and start
small. What should I dig first?
Leon looked at Campbell and asked.
"Little Riddle came to Winsford recently." "Yes."
However, the spy only blinked stupidly when he
heard the name Little Liddle. Now that he
I think, this was a nickname given to him by the
military, so it is possible that he did not know it.
"Jonathan Riddle Jr.'s younger brother," The Last.
Riddle's rat.
The blood drained from the boy's face again. It was
obvious just by looking down and averting his gaze.
I know.
Leon did not hide a rueful smile.
"I have as much to say with Riddle as I do with
Jimmy. I wanted to ask you why you roamed my
land like a rat.
At that moment, his chest rose and fell even more.
Leon, who saw him twist his chair-bound body and
show a more uncomfortable expression, twisted the
corner of his mouth at length.
The author also knows what mission the woman
came here for.
I thought sending a child was an insult, but it turned
out to be a favor. It's because the entire file cabinet
full of valuable leadership information was sent
without locking it with a key.
Did Jimmy Blanchard Jr. want to stop being the
leader of the rebels? Maybe he wanted to defy all his
parents' expectations and become a farmer like
Jonathan Riddle Jr.
"If you give up Riddle, I'll save your life. Lying about
not knowing doesn't
work. "that... never..."
"The deal is broken."
With a creak, the chair in which Leon was sitting fell
backward. The moment he jumped out of his seat
and stood up, he flinched.
Leon roughly tossed Nipper onto the table and
removed his officer's jacket. Campbell immediately
stood up to take the jacket and hang it on the wall as
he unbuttoned the cuffs and rolled up the sleeves.
There was no way the boy watching from the side
didn't know what he was doing when he went to
torture himself. The one who foresaw his fate shook
his head and howled.
"I please..."
"Now then, I'll do the training your commanding
officer didn't give you."
When I picked up the tweezers he had thrown on the
table, he bent down and hid his fingernails.
"Training to be insensitive to pain. You'll thank me
when the day comes that dozens of bullets go
through you.
"Please! I didn't do anything!"
The bastard was still stubborn and spoke words that
had no nutritional value.
"It's about someone else leaking information..."
Then, for a moment, he stopped talking, lowered his
head and shook his shoulders.
"So who who did did it? Did the ghost
of the
dependence?
A short laugh escaped Leon's crooked lips.
"Remember that driver you stole? I tied you to the
chair you're sitting in and pulled your fingernails out
one by one."
As I imagined what would soon happen to me, the
spy was shaking uncontrollably, as if the blood had
completely disappeared. As soon as he began to
vomit, Leon wrinkled his forehead.
"Oops, nigger, hehehe..."
I see you remember, that's right. You threw up in
that corner that day. The maid had a hard time
cleaning it up. I warn you, don't throw up this time. I
don't want to force you to clean up your filth until
the last day."
He lightly tapped the clamp in one hand like a whip
and walked around the corner of the table toward it.
With each slow step he struggled and twisted the
chair.
In vain.
"Aaaagh!"
Only a step away, the man began to scream. Perhaps
the blades of the tongs would blow the riddle into
place before the first nail was bitten.
"No! I didn't! I mean, I didn't!"
"catch."
was so As soon as the soldiers behind him grabbed
the back of his hand and pressed it, he opened his
mouth.
"Exit! Sally Bristol!
The moment the name that shouldn't come out came
out with a shout, the hand that was touching Nipper
suddenly stopped.
"...what?"
Since that day, Leon Winston has become a pathetic
brat who lashes out at a maid, or spy.
***

When Sally returned to the annex with a cart full of

clean clothes, the sky was colored by the setting sun.
The reason it looks particularly bloody today may be
because another 'guest' is coming to the torture
chamber.
"Phew..."
Even if it wasn't, it was the last day, so there was
plenty to do, but the laundry maids wouldn't let Sally
go. They all started chatting
saying goodbye saying it was a pity to part, and
towards the end, they tried to inquire about the
rumors with Winston. For an hour, I was exhausted
playing the naive and pitiful maiden being toyed
with by an aristocratic man.
Sally pushed the cart down the ramp at the entrance
to the annex building, indicating what to do.
I just need to sort the clothes and go down to the
basement. It would be enough to find out if there
were any 'guests' in the torture chamber, who they
were, and inform Jimmy directly. And secretly call
Fred and give him a warning.
After dinner, I went up to the maid's room, checked
my luggage and went to sleep.
Then tomorrow morning I will get up before dawn
and go to the back door of the mansion. I had
decided to go to Halewood in a carriage coming to
bring milk to the mansion.
Then take the streetcar to Winsford and catch the
train. Just in case, I planned to stop by 'Sally
Bristol's' hometown for a day or so instead of going
home right away.
I wonder if I can think of it as a long vacation.
It's probably a rural town with less to see than here,
but at least it's more breathable than here.
'Then in two or three days I'll finally get to s ee
Jimmy.'
Then he would finally be able to get rid of Sally
Bristol's reluctant name. for good.
"Oh!"
Suddenly, the cart rocked forward. As it was
knocked over by the wind, someone came out from
behind the cart and put an arm in front of Sally.
In an instant, her waist enveloped her and she was
trapped in the man's arms. Even without looking up,
I could tell who owned this pungent cigar aroma.
"Captain, please stop."
The more he struggled, the more Winston hugged
Sally tightly, almost crushing her waist. She wanted
to somehow send him over easily. She bent her right
leg back and was about to kick his left shin before
Winston let go.
"I mean, no matter where you got your training,
you fight really well."
Peek Smile glared at him and grabbed the cart. But
my hand couldn't reach the cart. Winston grabbed
Sally's hand like a lover and gave the soldiers behind
the cart a chin.
"Please let it go."
Sally twisted her hand as the soldiers took the cart
away. Instead, Winston forced her fingers apart and
interlocked them, then smiled.
"We kissed together too, but your hands are fine,
right?"
Sally paused as Winston brought up the moment she
was trying to erase from her mind.
"... It's a hand with a lot of work to do." "It's
okay. You have somewhere to go with me. Sally
questioned as she was dragged into the annex.
"Where are you, it's probably not the captain's bed, is
it?"
Winston lowered his eyes to Sally and
snorted, "My bed is too good for you."
I was genuinely offended by the blatant belittling
behavior. When he stopped, Winston corrected his
smile with kindness and looked at Sally.
"I am going to the office. I prepared a parting gift for
Miss Sally Bristol, who has done her work diligently."
What is this trick again?
It had been a long-standing tradition for the
Winston's to give a departing employee a small
parting gift. However, it was also a tradition not to
give gifts to disgruntled and terminated employees.
'So Winston fixes it himself? Could it be that Lee
really liked her? No Who would be so rude to a girl
he likes?
Sally's head was making noise as she led him up the
stairs.
The money would be nice. Use it for military funds.
However, when I thought about the author's
eccentricity, I also thought that it could not be
something normal.
When I went to the office, soldiers were standing
guard at the door. It always happens, but today it was
uncomfortable. Because everyone seemed to be
looking at me. Sally gave them a piercing look,
wondering if they were fantasizing about studio stuff
again.
"Come in."
A soldier immediately opened the office door and
Winston stepped aside like a gentleman and gestured
for her to enter. Sally stopped right there. If you keep
this up, you and Winston will be on your own.
"A gift, I'll take it in the hallway."
He stood with his hands clasped together and looked
at Winston. He stared at him for a moment with the
same smile he had when Sally asked him if he was
going to bed, then sarcastically at the soldiers in the
hallway.
"It's hard because you're a noble person."
Winston let out a light laugh, and the soldiers raised
and lowered the corners of their lips awkwardly. He
puffed out his cheeks sadly and put his hand on
Sally's shoulder as she watched.
"I'll leave the door open, okay?"
After an exhortation, he went in alone. It wasn't until
Winston was by the desk, away from the door, that
Sally turned her feet away from the hallway.
Sally walked in and was horrified.
'What kind of party did you throw in broad daylight?'
Inside it was a mess. The coffee table was littered
with whiskey bottles and several crystal glasses. The
ashtray I had emptied in the morning was already
full of ashes.
Let's hope this mess is not a gift.
"Where is the present?"
I just wanted to say thank you and leave. Standing in
the middle of the office, Winston pointed to the
wide, flat box on the desk. The box was tied with a
black ribbon.
"I don't need any more stockings."
"Stockings.
Winston scoffed, leaning over the fireplace with his
arms crossed.
"It will be an incomparable and unforgettable gift for
the rest of my life."
Sally frowned as she reached over and picked up the
box. what bad taste What I thought was a black
ribbon was actually a very thin black rope.
A parting gift tied with string in a torture chamber
cabinet. Disgusted, Sally picked up the box and
walked away.
"Thank you for the meaningful gift."
Winston's arm blocked Sally's path as she bowed
slightly ladylike to the madman in a gentleman's
mask and was about to leave.
"It can't be like that."
Sally stopped before her arms touched his chest and
looked up at him. Winston was smiling at what was
so pleasant.
"Shouldn't we also consider the joy of the person
giving the gift? I'm going crazy to see your
expression when you finally find out what the gift is
that I have prepared with all my heart."
The smile looked sinister - has there ever been a day
when he didn't smile like that? It looked like he had
put something rather naughty in the box.
'I'll hit you one last time, okay.'
Sally sighed and untied the black rope on the spot.
She said she wanted to see his expression, so she was
still facing Winston.
The hand that was opening the box stopped. What
was inside was completely unimaginable.
A yellow file folder.
There wasn't even a name written on the outside, so I
couldn't tell what it was. Sally looked at Winston
with puzzled eyes.
"Come on, open it."
He sighed softly, arching his eyebrows. For some
reason, my stomach roared.
"A letter of recommendation?"
I realized that he had promised me letters of
recommendation that would get me a job anywhere.
"Well, that's not bad."
The corners of Winston's mouth twisted for an
instant.
"Because I wrote it with my own hands to send you
to the right place."
I don't need a new job. Sally folded the lid of the box
under and lifted the edge of the folder with her
fingernails. The moment she flipped the thick paper
over, three short words caught Sally's gaze.
[Alias: Little Riddle] I
stopped breathing.
'Why are you doing this to me?'
In Sally's head, reason and intuition immediately set
off a red alarm.
Dangerous. run away No, it's too late.
The moment you walk out of here, it's over. Because
running away is a poet.
'Maybe there's still room for a way out. It's nothing
more than Winston's judo paper.
Maybe I didn't even know it was happening without
being sure yet. To survive here, we had to find gaps
in the information and stab those gaps.
"What is this?"
Pretend you don't know anything. Pretend to be
offended by giving you something strange as a gift.
He asked sharply, but the man standing in front of
him was surrounded by a black abyss from head to
toe, exuding only a sinister atmosphere.
She couldn't even lift her eyes and make eye contact
with him. Sally calmly read the papers.
[Special note: The last riddle] [Special note: The last
riddle] [Special note: The last riddle].
[Crime: infiltrate important military installations,
leak classified military information, lead a raid in
Geobeon...].
'It's very important. please...' [Skin color:
light unknown].
[Hair color: unknown dark brown] [Eye color:
unknown turquoise] [Hair color: unknown dark
brown] [Eye color: unknown turquoise] [Hair
color: unknown dark brown
[Age: Unknown 26] [Last
Name: Guess] [Age: Unknown
26] [Last Name: Guess
The blood on the fingertips holding the paper paled
as it ran up the white paper sparsely written in black
letters.
'No...'
All information listed as unknown has been corrected.
In addition, everything was correct.
[Known alias: Sally Bristol]
[First name: Unknown Grace].
Sally looked over the last piece of information she
wrote angrily. No, Grace's heart sank.
'How do I get my name...'
There were no loopholes. No loophole to escape. Iza
knew everything. how. where. who the hell!
The moment Grace stopped thinking, Winston's
body moved quickly. She pressed herself behind
him. His heart pounded as if it was going to crush
her body. As soon as a large, blood-stained hand
reached forward and grabbed her neck, Grace closed
her eyes tightly.
With the sound of the holster being released, the
hard barrel of the gun pressed against her back.
Grace's dry lips rubbed furiously against Grace's ear.
Goodbye, Sally Bristol.
A cold kiss landed on her, and sweet whispers
pierced her ears.
"Nice to meet you, Grace Riddle."

A MONSTER NAMED WINSTON

"I greet you formally. I am Leon Winston. He is a
captain in the National Intelligence Division of the
Western Command and the son of a man who was
brutally tortured to death by the demon that is your
mother.
"..."
"Ah, is this a story you already know?"
Leon let out a grimace as he looked at the woman's
boisterous breasts.
"Miss Riddle, I've always wanted to meet you."
His soft voice, as if he was dealing with a
benefactor, and his eyes looking at his enemy were
different. His breathing tightened even more as anger
boiled in his ears.
"But so..."
Winston reached for her lower body. Something
thicker than the muzzle pressed against Grace's back.
"I thought it would have been within reach."
He ran his trusted maid's muzzle, or rather, the
buttocks of the wily spy.
"Do I know that? When I saw you, I wanted to stick
my gun in your tight pussy and remove it.
The woman shivered as the muzzle slapped her flesh
across her skirt like a caress.
"Still, I couldn't bully a nice guy, so I put up with it.
I don't have to be patient anymore. thanks, sally.
Gee, no..."
What I thought was a sly fox was actually....
"Grace."
He was a cunning rat.
Leon gripped the woman's neck even tighter as she
began to writhe and grind her teeth.
"Don't even think about saying
no." "Ah..."
Fred Smith. No, Fred Wilkins.
When her prediction came true, Grace closed her eyes
tightly.
"Did he say your name even before I touched him?"
Only one day. It was over with just one more day. A
cold grimace spilled into Grace's ears as she sighed.
"It is unfortunate that Miss Riddle has a coward with
no loyalty or courage for a comrade."
"Yuck..."
Winston twisted Grace's jaw. In his vision, shaken
by the shock of her twisted neck, he saw the coldest
flame in the world burn.
"According to him, Miss Riddle had been stealing from me.
Blanchard's rats - am I right?"
Leon smiled coldly as he looked into her blue-green
eyes wet with tears and fear.
"I will personally give you the opportunity to
complete your last mission."

***

A faint sob was heard as the screams from the heavy

iron door died away. When the lights came on, the
owner of the sobbing was clearly visible.
"Hi Fred."
Winston gave a slight wave to Fred, who was
chained to the wall, and roughly pushed Grace
inside.
Fred was tied up and he was fine. It was true that
Winston had said he had revealed Grace's identity
without even touching her. Along with relief, anger
erupted.
"Paleto... Please buy, save..."
The moment the light came on, Fred raised his head
with a choked cry and began to plead with Winston,
terrified. Then, the moment his eyes met Grace's, he
burst into tears.
"Black... Grace..."
"Don't call me by my name."
Hatred seeped unrestrained through Grace's wicked
teeth.
"You don't deserve it."
"My, I' m sorry. Hehe..."
"Grace."
Winston, who was happily watching the two of
them, followed Fred and called out to her. There was
much teasing.
A thick arm wrapped around Grace's waist as she
stood in front of Fred. Winston asked gently, forcing
her to hug her from behind.
"Am I worthy?"
The blows on his back were violent. Contrary to his
appearance, it was clear that he was far from calm
inside.
"No, I don't think there is."
I got goose bumps as my body pressed closer. But
Grace couldn't resist, chained to Winston's barrier-
like body like Fred, who was chained to the wall
limb from limb.
"I once thought about that while watching a maid
named Sally Bristol. Why does it feel like a puzzle
that doesn't fit every time I give a definition one by
one?"
Grace's heart sank when she said she was already
uncomfortable with me. Lee's animalistic senses
were already notorious. So Winston's opposition to
the infiltration operation was met with accusations of
cowardice.
"If it were normal, my intuition would have told me. This
woman..."
"Ah..."
"A spy."
Grace at surprised when accidentally
accidentally bit her earlobe.
"But why was my intuition clouded in front of Miss
Riddle?"
That's because you are blinded by lust. Even now,
enraged by the spy, his body was on the verge of
rage in a different sense.
"Am I an idiot or are you a genius?"
Look, the laughter was followed by the sound of
sharp metal scraping against soft leather. Soon,
Winston's military dagger flashed before her eyes.
"Thanks to that, I have become the laughing stock of
the whole kingdom. His job is to catch and
interrogate spies, but there was a spy underneath
him. That's also an idiot.
The sharp point of the knife was aimed at Fred, who
was tied to the wall and shaking....
"A woman."
He stabbed Grace in the neck. As the pointed tip
sank shallowly into the tender flesh, a stabbing pain
erupted.
"Para para..."
Trying to avoid it, I squirmed in Winston's arms.
When Grace's buttocks unintentionally brushed the
underside, Winston withdrew his sword and let out a
languid sigh.
"Miss Riddle, isn't this an insult to both you and
me?"
Grace neither affirmed nor denied. I watched with
trembling eyes as the sword cut through the air
between Fred and me like a bomb, not knowing
where it might land.
"He is the last heir of a famous gangster family, even
within the gangster group.... It's a big insult to put a
rookie like that."
"My, I'm sorry..."
Fred, who had been sobbing vaguely the entire time
Winston threatened them, offered another useless
apology.
Grace held back with all her might the desire to slap
Fred immediately.
I was against it from the beginning.
Fred, who seemed to understand what he was saying
with his eyes, lowered his head helplessly.
Fred was not prepared for espionage work. Jimmy
knew it, too. However, the pressure from Fred's
father, who wanted his only son to make a big
impact, was formidable.
Jimmy, who had just taken over as commander-in-
chief from his late father, had no choice but to look
to the elders.
"Don't worry, you'll fall."
Ironically, Jimmy expected the enemy army to
overcome this difficult situation. That is, Fred was
expected to fail boot camp.
But how embarrassed Fred was when he passed boot
camp.
And how absurd it was when he was assigned to the
torture chamber due to the cunning of Fred's father,
who wrote his father's job as a butcher on his
enlistment application.
I told him to stop doing things that didn't fit, but Fred
was as tough as my father. Even though he was
throwing up, I insisted he could do it.
Still, I believed it because I seemed to be adjusting
slowly....
Leon looked at the trembling little fist and whispered
cruel words in Grace's ear.
"Miss Riddle, you couldn't have forgotten your duty
and tried to leave the mansion with your comrade in
the torture chamber, could you? I said. I do my job,
you do yours."
Winston's job was to torture spies, Grace's job was
to stand in their way.
"... You want me to do my job here?
I asked in a trembling voice, and Winston nodded
without hesitation behind his back.
"That's right, Miss Riddle. Your last mission is to get
Fred away from me.
The moment Leon said something absurd, hope
shone in Fred's eyes and doubt in Grace's eyes.
"Why? Do you want to kill that child?
Well, even the country... He muttered and
laughed.
"If you want to kill me, you can refuse your mission.
Ah, of course, I don't know what punishment your
commanding officer will take for disobeying your
orders. First of all, I'm going to carve it very clearly
on Fred's corpse to make it easier to verify the facts."
In front of Fred, who was turning blue again,
Winston was writing with the tip of his sword.
"Death at the instigation of Miss Grace Riddle."
In other words, it was a threat to turn Grace into an
assassin if she refused the 'last mission' that Winston
forced.
'In the end, this is the ulterior motive.'
It was obvious why Lee Ja went so far as to force
him to save Fred by making low threats. As a
condition for sparing Fred, Grace wants to demand
the price she wants, even though he doesn't want it.
"So where should I send your body and the money.
of condolences?"
It meant calling the location of the base. From fury to
heat. Even in a very private and emotional state, Lee
Ja did not forget about reason and public affairs. This
enemy was more terrifying.
The location of the base will never be revealed. Even
knowing she was playing his way, Grace couldn't
help but ask.
"Are you going to release me in exchange for
something?"
"You're pretty smart. But why ask for a
answer you know? That's stupid."
In the end, Grace's only option was death or
disgusting treatment.
Grace closed her eyes tightly. After reading the
meaning of the disclaimer, Leon buried his lips in
the pure white nape of her neck where a stream of
red blood flowed.
The vampire's nickname of Camden was by no
means an exaggeration.
He wanted to cover his ears as the blood-sucking
sound continued, but Fred couldn't because his limbs
were bound.
Grace's tightly closed eyelids quivered in pain. Fred
shivered in front of a scene that reminded him of a
vampire movie he once saw.
"Ah!"
"Ha..."
The moment her lips pressed together with a loud
popping sound, a groan of pain and a gasp of breath
crossed.
"Em..."
A lust-filled moan flowed from lips wet with blood
and saliva, no matter who heard it.
Winston hugged Grace tightly as if she were his own.
The arm wrapped around her waist climbed up and
crushed her firm breast. Underneath the maid's
uniform, I could clearly see the round mass of flesh
being squeezed mercilessly.
"Hey, don't do this here, don't..."
The Camden vampire ignored Grace's pleas, dipped
her head back into the nape of her neck and looked
up at Fred with her eyes upturned.
The eyes that used to burn with fierce anger were no
longer there. A vulgar delight shone in his unfocused
eyes.
It was at that moment that Fred belatedly realized.
What Winston demands of Grace in return.
"Ha, don't."
The devil is trying to defile his holy wife.
Fred gathered his courage and mumbled pleas. But
when Winston never stopped pestering Grace,
begging soon became a threat.
"I-I told you to stop!" Leon
laughed.
Do you feel guilty now? Sulphar in front of women?
For some reason, the coward belatedly began to act
like a good-for-nothing.
On the subject of this woman's hand in my hand, a
bilateral puppy.
Leon showed his long tongue and licked the blood
stains on the woman's slender neck. The boy glowed
even brighter.
-Grace, don't touch it!
"Looking at you acting like me, you must be this
woman's fiancé."
The woman who had been accepting him graciously
until now shook her head for the first time. Leon
lifted the corners of his mouth to indicate that he was
not her fiancé.
"You fooled me pretty well so far. To be honest, I
thought a lot of that ability, but I would have been
disappointed if I had promised to marry such an
idiot, Miss Riddle.
Just as he was resting his lips on Grace's neck, Fred
uttered another laughable threat.
"Second, the commander-in-chief won't let go..."
"Stop it, Fred."
"Doesn't he know we're dating yet?"
Leon continued his sarcasm while feigning pride.
"A date with the last princess of the amazing Riddle
family. Plus, I received a deep kiss, so it's an honor
that will remain in my family."
Fred's eyes fluttered and the woman shook her head
again. This time, it was a gesture sent to that retard,
not Leon. Leon, who read that it wasn't what you
thought, laughed.
"Yuck..."
He immediately turned Grace around and squeezed
her neck.
"For the duke's sake, she was a whore who would kiss
anyone."
"Okay, no."
"Tell mehonestly. Do you also you ordered to
seduce me and steal information?
The woman shook her head, but recognizing that she
was lying, Leon squeezed her even tighter.
"Hey, breathe..."
"You said that at the pool table that day too.
Do you think I'm naive enough to be fooled twice?
The woman, whose face instantly turned red, raised
her fingernails and scratched the back of his hand.
But because of the anger that was greater than that,
Leon felt no pain.
The fact that she kept flirting with him, liking him
and occupying his bathtub naked in the middle of the
night was simply beauty.
"What fun you must have been when you saw me.
huh? He's a stupid bastard who builds without
even know that he is an enemy.
It was humiliating to have been fooled by the clever
tricks of a spy. I was crazy about this woman and
everything she had done made me feel even more
miserable.
"But did you try to run away without completing
correctly.
the mission to spread my legs? Pitiful spy.
At the moment her vision flickered and then dimmed,
the hand that held Grace's neck became
suddenly fell. She stumbled and fell to her knees.
Grace gasped, not even having time to feel the pain
of falling on the hard floor.
"ha ha..."
"Fortunately for you, I'm still a stupid bastard who
makes enemies."
Grace raised her head. A black demon stood with its
back to the light a step ahead. Even in the view that
was charred in places from lack of air, the horn-
shaped center was clearly visible.
"Miss Grace Riddle, you must complete your
mission."
Seeing the eerie madness in Winston's smile, Grace
shuddered and closed her eyes.
Amidst the bustle of rustling and undressing,
Winston asked teasingly.
"You say you teach girls how to squeeze the world of
beauty?"
Even unreasonable slander is enough. We are not
ugly like your royal piggies.
Considering the lives of the two of them, it was
something she couldn't bear to say. Grace swallowed
the words that came to the tip of her chin.
"That's why when Blanchard's girl gets caught,
everyone at the top salivates. Plus, you're the
daughter of a prostitute who has bewitched countless
military officers with just a lower lip, so there are
probably more than 10 salivators out here in the west
waiting to get you."
How dare you accuse my mother of being a
prostitute? Grace opened her eyes and looked at
Winston.
The dirty whore laughed lightly. He carefully folded
his officer's jacket and hung it over the table, carefully
folding the cuffs of the sleeves and raising them
above his elbows.
It was an action taken just before the torture.
"To think that the last prostitute from an old
prostitute family fell into my hands. Expectations are
high."
Winston bowed and held out his hand to Grace. That
hand, acting the part of a gentleman, would soon
mock
of her body like a rascal. Grace looked at the
disgusting hand and looked at the wall.
"Send me somewhere else."
Winston looked at Fred, who was moaning and
muttering something incomprehensible like a maniac,
then shook his head.
"Do I know that? I heard that in the old days, there
was a witness in the bridal room during the first
night."
You shouldn't expect common sense from people
who have no common sense. Grace leaned toward
the dagger in her other hand.
"You'd better kill me."
Winston laughed and straightened up, as if Grace had
been a cute little fawn.
"I'll cover your eyes at least."
Fred whispered as he headed to the storage closet on
the other side to get the patch.
"Please... Grace, don't do that.
Grace gritted her teeth.
This is all for you I have no choice but to do it for
you. Like I'm willing to sell my body, don't do that.
"If I don't do it, will you?"
The sense of unfiltered betrayal lingered in his
voice. "Uh... I'm really really really sorry."
"If you feel sorry for me, don't tell anyone about this."
Please, Fred, shut up. So no one knows about this
embarrassing thing.
At least I hoped Jimmy didn't know. He'll blame
himself for putting Grace in the lion's den.
On the one hand, I was also afraid. If Jimmy thinks
I'm dirty with another man, especially an enemy.... If
you let me...
'No, he's not like that. you love me Jimmy loves me.
I love you, but now I'm with that dirty whore...'
Heartbroken, she repeated the same words like a
mantra, but Winston, who covered Fred's eyes with
bandages, moved closer. When he leaned over,
Grace bit her teeth.
"Baby, why are you shaking like that?"
The affectionate embrace made Grace even more
emotional.
"Cold? I didn't even take my clothes off. Not yet."
A mean laugh lingered at the end of her worried
words. Winston lifted her up and sat down in the iron
chair.
Because of her crooked posture sitting on the edge of
the chair, the inside of her shoe was touching the
outside of Grace's, which was three steps away.
His head tilted at an angle. Winston watched Grace
with the tip of his index finger resting on his temple,
no demands or commands.
"please... nigger, don't..."
The awkward silence continued, only Fred's sobs
could be heard.
Winston scanned Grace's body silently and
persistently, like a beast about to pounce on its
prey.
He didn't move until his gaze rested on her ankle
wrapped in cheap stockings.
She crossed her long legs and lifted the tips of her
shiny shoes. The wind lifted her skirt, but Grace did
not escape its brazen teasing.
It no longer made any sense.
A pair of hard heels came between her perfectly
puckered knees. He stopped tapping her on the inside
of her knee only after Grace spread her legs
shoulder-width apart.
"I wish I had opened it like this a long time ago."
After that, the tense tone deepened in Grace's
breathing. Fred sniffed noisily every time something
soft brushed against him and every time Winston
made a meaningful sound.
"Skirt, roll up the sleeves."
Leon slowly stroked the inside of the woman's thigh
with the tip of his shoe, stimulating it. The touch of
the hard end was gentle.
"Ah..."
Grace frowned as he shook the garter straps holding
her stockings in place.
"Body search for possession of illegal weapons".
He smiled and added.
"Oh, I don't need excuses
anymore." "Oh!"
Winston suddenly kicked his leg. The sharp toe of
the shoe struck the center of the wedgie, squeezing
the tender flesh inside him.
I couldn't call it pain after my footwork, but a
sensation of excruciating pain shot to the top of my
head and subsided again and again. Winston watched
Grace with a calm expression uncharacteristic of a
vulgar man.
"Sigh..."
I did my best to bite my lip and hold back my
promiscuous moans, and suddenly I lost my mind.
"ah..."
When the strength in her legs gave way and she
staggered, she reflexively stretched out her hands
and closed her eyes tightly. However, the place
where Grace fell was not on the cold floor, but on
her warm body.
"Have you gone?"
"Okay, no."
"Honey, it's easy."
Grace, forgetting her situation for a moment because
of the heat that clouded her reason, pushed on his
chest. But for Leon, it was just a nice anguish.
"Ah well... it hurts."
Leon embraced the woman who was sitting on his
lap with her legs wide apart. He shivered with
uncontrollable joy when he could vividly feel the
soft touch of a woman's body even through several
layers of cloth.
What the hell are you
It was still a mystery. The cunning spy who deceived
him. The daughter of the enemy who killed her
father. That couldn't explain why it only affected this
woman.
Leon grabbed the woman by the buttocks. As he
moved closer, her pubic area, covered by a thin layer
of bloomers, hooked her abdomen. His hand
caressed her buttocks promiscuously and began a
rough friction.
"Ah..."
It didn't even come into direct contact with the
genitals. However, every time Grace was trapped in
her clothes and the flesh touching the folded flesh
was lifted, it felt as if she was already being
undressed.
The clitoris, where the aftermath of the climax had
not gone, quivered. Grace trembled all over, as if she
had been verbally violated.
"Ha... I mean, it feels good."
Leon rubbed his body against the other and let out a
hot sigh. Each time he applied force underneath, the
woman couldn't stand the stimulation and twisted her
body. Rubbing my vagina against a man's body. She
was no different from a bitch who couldn't control
her heat.
"They trained me properly."
The woman's eyes became defiant. I wanted to refute
that, but I also showed signs of resentment.
"Please don't, just do it."
A woman pleaded in his ear. Leon shook his head
and pulled her back hard.
"I decide."
"Sigh..."
The woman's back arched backwards. When I tried
to stop her from covering her mouth, the woman bit
her lip and began to hold back moans.
It seemed to be torn apart. Leon let out a groan of
pain as he looked at the soft flesh weighing down on
his hard teeth as if possessed.
bloodshed to rush.
In the end, at the moment when drops of crimson
blood formed on the tips of his white teeth, he
couldn't stand it.
He grabbed the nape of her back and covered her
lips. The blood that sustained the woman's body
temperature spread across the soft skin.
After stealing a piece of flesh, she removed her lips.
Leon licked the blood from the folds of his lips with
the tip of his tongue.
this thrilling taste. this stinking smell. From the heart
to the bottom, to this feeling that is about to burst.
Leon, intoxicated by a strong sense of déjà vu, bit the
woman's lips again.
"I'm sorry, I can't..."
"Ha... I said I decided."
"Stop, yes..."
The chair began to creak loudly as he struggled with
the woman he was trying to avoid. Soon, the slimy
noise of wet flesh rubbing together echoed through
the walls of the torture chamber. Fred's faint sobs of
disapproval were completely forgotten.
The kiss was violent. He ran his tongue over the
wound and sucked the blood. Grace moaned in pain.
This was not the case then.
That childhood kiss was not exciting. It was just
exciting.
Grace, who was in a similar but completely different
situation, despaired. Did she meet a monster as a
child or did she create a monster?
"Yuck..."
If the blood doesn't come out like this, you might try
to tear your lips further. As Winston wiped his
swollen lower lip once and was about to bite it again,
Grace boldly pushed her tongue between his half-
open lips.
Soon the kissing became quite normal. Holding the
back of her neck and cheeks and biting her tongue
was no different than any other lover's passionate
kiss. If only the dagger had not been in the man's
right hand.
Grace slowly sucked on Winston's long tongue. The
tongue finally fell from the edge of the puckered
lips, and a long trickle of saliva stretched between
the two.
"Ha, first..."
Winston pointed to Grace's chest with his thirsty
eyes.
"I'll have to check to see if it's okay."
It was the sound of checking for pink nipples.
He didn't touch Grace's clothes. I just waited with
my chin hanging at an angle.
It meant taking yourself away.
Grace looked at Winston and pulled down her apron
straps. I tried to pretend to be stern, but my hands
were shaking as I undid the buttons from the collar
to the waist of the maid's black uniform.
Each time the front lip slowly opened, the eyes of the
man watching Grace became dangerous. Looking at
the corner of her mouth that drooped more and more,
this man seemed happy that she was a spy.
"Oh, no!"
It was the moment when I was about to unbutton the
first button of my blouse. Winston grabbed the collar
of her blouse with both hands and pulled it open.
With a rustle, the fabric ripped and the white buttons
flew in all directions.
Leon, who pulled her blouse and maid's uniform
down her shoulders at the same time, snorted. A
white bra that doesn't feel sexy at all. Come to think
of it, even when I took it off on the pool table, the
bra was white.
"Even the underwear is plain. I wish whoever is
behind this was a little more bloody."
She grabbed the middle of the bra with both hands.
The moment the tendon protruded from the back of
her dry hand, the tough fabric ripped mercilessly like
a sheet of paper.
"Good."
The apex in the middle of the flowing milky flesh
was pink.
As soon as he released the torn bra, Grace tried to
adjust the collar. One by one, Winston removed the
hands covering her breast.
"Sorry. I'll be busy from now on, so
I can't afford to take care of your hands".
The handcuffs attached to the armrests of the chair
bound her hands one by one with brutal grace. It was
even gentle, as if she were putting an expensive
bracelet on her lover's wrist.
The pale hand trembled more than before. In fact, the
woman's whole body trembled. It was nice to see her
breasts swaying together and the peach blossom-like
tips of her breasts quivering.
It was different from the pieces of meat the dancers
flirted with in the cabaret. Unlike things that inspire
nothing, this woman's body made my mouth water
just by looking at it.
Leon slowly looked up from the glistening flesh to
his shame-stained face and asked politely.
"May I wash it, Miss Riddle?"
He even wrote honorifics and asked for permission.
It was a cruel act, knowing that only I had the right
to decide about this woman's body. That woman,
who could not bear to deny it and only moved her
bloody lips, knew it.
"..."
I really liked the woman's eyes staring at him as if
she was going to kill him. Dark fear and contempt
remained in her blue-green eyes, which had always
shown only contempt. I had a sudden urge to see him
dyed in blood someday.
"It seems my request was not clear."
It never stopped being cruel.
"I dare say with my tongue Miss Riddle's milk...."
"sunshine. Do as you please. Please don't ask.
When I pressed for a response with even more
humiliating words, the woman bit her teeth and
whispered an unnecessary permission with trembling
teeth.
"Do whatever you want. That sounds very dangerous.
I know what I'll do." She added, moistening her
crooked lips with the tip of her tongue. Grace gasped
and turned her head to the side.
"Look carefully."
Leon grabbed the woman's chin and turned her
forward. She slowly lowered her head, meeting his
eyes that deepened in contempt and shame. When
she parted her lips just before touching her
protruding nipples, the corners of her eyes turned a
pretty pink.
It was the same color as her nipples.
"Ah..."
The moment the woman closed her eyes tightly,
Leon took a bite of the quivering pale pink flesh.
The smooth texture was similar to that of the lips. If
he dared to compare which one he liked better, he
would choose the flesh he was playing with the tip of
his tongue.
It was satisfying to be honest in responding to lewd
jokes. The nipples, unlike their owners, could not lie.
In an instant, the soft flesh rose thickly and became
hard.
It looked good to suck. The woman struggled and
moaned as Leon took a deep mouthful of sucking
and swallowing even the reddish colored areolas.
"Ah..."
He licked the round nub with his wet tongue. It felt
like putting a fat ripe raspberry in your mouth and
rolling it around.
If you bite into it, will the
juice come out? "Ah!"
well done The handcuffs hit the armrests at the
moment the soft flesh was crushed by the teeth. The
woman's limbs were
broke. One of her breasts, which had not yet been
touched, jumped up and down.
"It hurts. Don't bite.
The moment a woman whispered in his ear, Leon
couldn't contain his moans.
The pleas you hear from Blanchard's rats are always
sweet. But to think of Little Riddle, the hardest rat to
catch, begging you in a strange way while naked and
tied up. It was incredibly sweet.
"Oh!"
It was a mistake to expect the devil to oblige.
Winston jumped even more excited.
He grabbed his breasts with his big hands. It wasn't
enough, so I smacked it roughly and squeezed it hard
in my hands. The red flesh swelled to the point of
bulging between his elongated fingers.
He, also biting his tongue excessively, raised his eyes.
Watching Grace's reaction, the devil's mouth lifted at
an angle.
"Hey, please!"
I didn't want to show any reaction, but I failed
miserably. Every time a warm hand grabbed her
sensitive flesh or a cold blade touched her bare back,
Grace shuddered.
When my soft tongue lifted my nipples, a strange
indescribable sensation rose sharply, and I
unconsciously let out a strange snort.
At the same time, it was also a job to hold back the
tears from the feeling of humiliation that came over
me. My torn lips hurt so much that I couldn't even
bite them.
"You dirty little piggy! What are you doing to Grace!
Stop right now!"
Fred's screams echoed through the torture chamber
amidst the frenzy. After the sound of undressing,
followed by the sound of promiscuous sucking and
intercourse, he was enraged.
"Aagh!"
I tried to cover it up with screams because I couldn't
bear the reality of obscene sounds coming from a
woman who had always been pure to me.
Winston clicked his tongue as he suddenly let go of
the nipple he was biting. Fred let out a scream, not
realizing that his bloodshot gaze was directed at me.
"Is that the order that guy got? It bothers me
every time I have fun with my comrades".
"How could you do such a dirty thing, hehe.... I'm
going to kill you!"
Leon snorted at the threat, which was neither scary
nor cute.
"I'm doing this with the owner's permission, so do I have
the right to argue with my fiancé or a guy who is
nothing? What do you think, honey?
The hand holding her breast climbed up her
collarbone and the nape of her neck and caressed her
face so tenderly it gave her goose bumps. Grace
shuddered at the way he spoke and acted like a lover.
"huh, Miss Riddle, do you think the traitor who was
willing to sell me out deserves to blame me?
Grace shook her head briefly as Winston pressed for
an answer, stroking her earlobe oddly.
"Then tell him plainly."
Grace closed her eyes tightly and asked Fred for a
favor.
"Fred, please shut up."
However, Fred, who was already paralyzed, did not
listen.
"Don't do that, please let it out..."
He shook his head at Grace's request. He looked at
Fred, who was still screaming, so he wanted to
threaten him or put a gag in his mouth, but Winston
was not a man with enough sense to do that.
Have you ever let him wash himself?
Grace shook her head with a look of disgust on her
face. A crooked smile crossed Winston's face.
"this... I guess I'm doing something pretty cruel.
Winston lifted each piece of heavy flesh and licked
his sternum. Soon, the flesh began to rub against
each other and make a strange, sticky sound.
"Ji, what are you doing now?"
"torture."
He was making the odd noise louder so Fred could
hear him. Grace shuddered with contempt and
struggled to free herself from his grip.
"Black... , Please stop."
But with her hands tied, it was impossible. Grace had
to put up with Winston's vulgarity.
His lips bit the tip of her quivering breast. The most
sensitive spots were sucked vigorously and pounded
with soft flesh relentlessly, Grace felt fear in the face
of unfamiliar stimuli.
"Ah..."
Grace's sexual feelings that she had never known
before ran sharply between her legs. Every time
Winston's cruel mouth teased her, sparks flashed
before her eyes and she gasped.
side.
"Oh!"
He gave a long suck on her nipple and made a loud
noise.
"Oh, no, stop..."
There was no way this cruel man would listen to her
pleas.
"Shut up, honey. There's someone else.
"Sigh... Wow, please... Ha ha..."
I gritted my teeth to keep from screaming, and he
grabbed Grace's cheeks and forced her mouth open.
Unrefined dirty sounds flowed from Grace's mouth
in sync with Winston's tongue.
The creaks and groans of the iron chair mingled
haphazardly with the woman's moans and careless
friction. Fred's screams continued, as if competing
with that vulgar noise.
"Aaah! You dirty bastard!"
Fred, who was cursing me like I was being raped,
ended up saying something he shouldn't have said.
"How dare you rape the wife of the commander-in-
chief?"
At that moment, Winston's eyes as he looked at
Grace suddenly changed.
"The Commander-in-Chief will tear them to pieces
and kill them."
"Please shut up, Fre, whoops!"
I couldn't finish the call. It was because a large hand
grabbed Grace's slender neck as if to break it.
The tips of his thick thumb and forefinger dipped
under her chin and lifted her up. She struggled and
tried to pull her hand away, but it was no use. Only
the metal rings of the handcuffs dug further into my
wrists.
"Oh..."
The eyes glowing with terrifying madness gradually
faded.
"Was your fiancée that bastard?"
The hand on her neck was visibly trembling. Goose
bumps ran all over Grace's body as her voice
trembled.
"Yuck...save...give it to him."
Grace felt a tingling in her bones because the anger
she had shown so far had been nothing.
"Sending me a woman to marry me. Have you
belittled me as someone who can't even act like a
man?
Everyone knew that those kinds of rumors were
circulating about him, that he was misophobic
because he was not good at relationships with
women. Winston himself and the leadership of the
Revolutionary Army.
It wasn't entirely wrong to say that he belittled him
and sent his fiancée. Jimmy once said he believes the
rumor and infiltrates Grace.
"I did, but it must have been pretty embarrassing for
me to set this up and attack."
That wasn't bad either.
"So, what did you do with that bastard?"
"Oh..."
"You asked me if I did it with that bastard!"
A fierce scream echoed from the torture chamber.
There was no trace of rationality in those bone-cold
eyes.
"Ahh..."
No voice came out. Grace shook her head quickly
with a flushed face.
"Am I?"
Do what you want. Do what you feel like doing.
I felt like I was really going to die. Now, I didn't feel
anything like opening my legs if I could save my life.
"my god... ha ha..."
As soon as she nodded, Winston loosened his grip.
Grace, unable to contain herself, collapsed into the
arms of the man who was trying to kill her and
gasped.
"Gee, Fred. Your noble Blanchard's best bitch says I
can't be your commanding officer, but I can?
Winston took the key out of his pocket and unlocked the
handcuffs. He left a red mark on my wrist. Grace had
to kneel between his legs before rubbing her sore
wrists.
The hand holding the dagger that glowed bright blue
gently caressed her pale lips. Grace did not know the
meaning of that touch.
kill me but for He did not seem to be listening to the
words he added with difficulty in the middle of his
breathing.
Tell that to little Jimmy. My fiancée gladly agreed to
Captain Winston.
At those words, not only Fred but also Grace paled
and trembled. No. There is no way Fred would
disobey my orders and follow the author's words.
Fred, please don't tell me.
"And with what pleasure the princess of the
revolution sucked the pussy of the piglet of the
monarchy."
"...what?"
The sound of a chair being pushed back was
followed by the sound of belt buckles being undone.
As soon as she raised her head with difficulty at the
incredibly horrible sound, Grace's face turned pale.
No. No.
Winston stood in front of her, exuding a terrifying
energy. Is it because my mind wanders? From the
middle of the man's body, a pillar of flesh fiercely
rearing its head and writhing
It looked like a poisonous copper-colored snake
trying to bite her to death.
My eyes rolled.
"Winston, please..."
"Open your
mouth." "Ah!"
He didn't even have time to finish his agonized moan
as he shoved his penis into her open mouth.
"Oooh!"
The pillar of flesh was shoved down her throat in an
instant. The moment the heavy, blunt mass of flesh
peeked out of the end of the hole, Grace vomited.
"Oh..."
As a lump rose in his throat, Winston let out a
choked groan as he grasped the tip. Out came the
flesh that blocked the passage of breath and crushed
the delicate mucous membrane.
"Ha, yes..."
There was no room to breathe. A column of flesh,
thick with Grace's saliva, slid down her throat. Tears
flowed.
"Phew, phew..."
unpleasant choking I want to vomit.
Winston grabbed Grace by the back of the head
viciously and teased her around the waist.
The crunch of the genitals rubbing against the wet
tongue was vulgar. Grace shivered with contempt
when she could clearly see the long mass of snake-
like flesh slithering in and out of her mouth.
Even the act of raping a woman was like a torture
technician. When it went in, I pushed it in
immediately, and when it came out, I slowly scraped
it from the base of the tongue to the tip. None of the
movements were painful.
There was no end to the length of the mouth.
Winston was holding the root in his hand, so it
wasn't even quite there. Still, my eyes darkened at
the thought that a sufficiently threatening object
would be lodged in my stomach all the way.
"Uh..."
Grace resisted and pleaded with all her might.
Standing tall as a pillar, Winston's legs wouldn't
move no matter how much she pushed and pounded
on them.
Even when I grabbed the belt and looked at him with
pleading eyes, he just looked down with eyes
burning with cold anger and hot lust.
"Eup, uh..."
I tried to prevent him from entering my mouth by
clinging to my genitals, which I never wanted to
touch....
"Ha... Don't be
annoying. Winston
withdrew his hand.
"Don't build this."
He cupped Grace's chin with one hand and pressed
her cheek. Following the man's grip, her mouth
opened helplessly.
The way he used to stab and pull has changed.
Genitals randomly stabbed into the flared mouth
orifice.
"Ah, uh... black, uff..."
Every time Leon bounced on the waist, the woman's
cheeks bulged.
It was more than I ever imagined.
"Dear Miss Riddle, it is resplendent to see a lady
baring her breasts like a savage and biting the
wildest part of a man's body."
"Uh..."
It looks great on you.
The thrill of joy doubled the moment I stroked the
cheek that had changed to the shape of my penis as I
teased him.
The stimulation spiraled out of control as the woman
tried to push it away with her tongue. When the soft
flesh wrapped around the tip and hit her, Leon
shivered at the pleasure that coursed down his back.
"Ha... Now you're paying for it."
Her eyes slowly softened as she enjoyed the
woman's involuntary tongue.
Wormwood. The genitals suddenly popped out.
Saliva pushed along the elongated pillars of flesh
and flowed into the corners of Grace's mouth.
"Ha..."
Are you giving me time to catch my breath? Or is
this disgusting thing finally over?
Winston pushed back his chair and sat down across
from Grace.
"Ha, uh..."
It was foolish to expect mercy from Iza. I had to
bury my face in Winston's groin when he grabbed
me by the back of the neck again.
"Now you suck."
Winston inserted the tip of his penis, which was
dripping a clear liquid, into Grace's mouth, like a
pacifier for a baby. As soon as the warm, soft flesh
entered her mouth, a feeling of contempt and anger
returned.
But I could not overcome the weight of resignation
and despair. Biting into the warm flesh, Winston
flicked his tongue as he did over his chest. The fishy
taste of heat spread across his tongue.
A little deeper.
A large hand pressed on the back of his head and
half of his penis protruded. Grace closed her eyes
and clicked her tongue.
The skin that the tongue felt was smooth and soft,
but inside it was heavy and hard as if it were made of
iron. It was a feeling I never wanted to know.
Winston, who rested his chin at an angle and looked
up with bored eyes, let out a long sigh of
disapproval.
"It's not like a kitten licking milk from a dish.
Did your fiancé teach you to suck insincerely like
this?
That son of a bitch, what a lousy instructor."
Winston pulled Grace's forehead away and a column
of wet flesh bounced into Grace's mouth.
"Have you been trained to suck on that thing like.
this one? I wouldn't have done anything like sucking
it.
"Haha, I've never done anything like that before.
And training from before. Shit, shit..."
Having gotten the information he was looking for,
Leon didn't have to listen to the woman anymore. He
put his penis back in the woman's mouth.
"I guess my girlfriend wasn't trained as a prostitute.
Disappointed. I have a lot to teach you.
She carefully picked up Grace's hair, which had been
unraveling at some point, and pinned it back.
"Miss Riddle, that's how you do it."
Don't use your teeth, cover your lips and bite.
Have you ever sucked on an ice cream bar? Suck
until your cheeks get thinner. Let's use our hands
together. It feels even better if you pull the foreskin
with your lips or hands.
Winston acted like an instructor teaching new
recruits how to shoot. He even shook Grace's head
and taught her the rhythm he liked. That was
disgusting.
"Ha, you're doing quite a bit now. They learn fast."
I had never heard such humiliating praise in my life.
It felt like tears were about to spill. If I had my
temper, I would have bitten into this disgusting
thing and ripped it off.
How long do I have to do this nasty thing?
I have my attention. Winston wasn't looking at her.
He suddenly sneered as he turned his head toward the
wall to which Fred was tied.
"You seem to love Fred too?"
Following Winston's cold stare, Grace closed her
eyes in disappointment.
"Saw? That guy had an erection."
"Oh, no! It's not like that.... Grace, this is never,
nigga..." "It would be funny if he raped you. He's the
one who screamed your
name as soon as he picked up the Nipper. Hearing
what you're suffering right now, I'm brazen enough
to stop you, but if I rape you, I'll jump on you."
Winston smiled slightly. Grace did not respond.
now I know It's no use begging if this man decides to
do it.
I was already prepared for the worst. Wouldn't this
man do enough to call in all the soldiers guarding the
annex building, not just Fred, and order the gang
rape?
When she didn't answer, Winston asked, running his
fingers through her hair and stroking it.
"Huh? Can you strip him and the two of them naked
and lock them in here?
"As you wish."
The moment he let out his resignation, the joy
disappeared from his pale blue eyes.
Winston hissed as he threw the dagger into his
hand. "Oooh!"
Fred let out a high-pitched scream.
"What, that guy can't do it?"
When she turned her head, Grace's face went pale.
The dagger was lodged deep in the middle of Fred's
groin.
"What are you doing, you lunatic, ah!"
Winston viciously grabbed Grace, who was startled
and shouted harsh words.
It was only when she met his crazed eyes again, as
when Jimmy's story came to light, that Grace
realized.
If I had to name that madness, would it be better to
call it twisted possessiveness?
This man wasn't just stalking her out of humiliation
and revenge. Why did you keep asking me if she had
been with Jimmy? Why did Lee Ja's expression seem
cold when he saw Fred in heat with her? The
situation was so confusing that I missed it.
This man wanted to possess her.
"Why don't you take something that was cut out?
In half and nail it?"
"I'm I'm sorry, no it I don't need it.
Never meant that I wanted to do it with him.
"So, what did you mean?" "I'll do
whatever you ask me to do."
Winston's expression softened slightly.
"So you saved me. You will die of blood.
"The only thing a man has to care about is mine."
Winston pushed down on his erect penis with his
fingertips. He sounded fast again.
"please."
"When you pray, be clear about what and how you
want it to be prayed.
do".
"Please let Fred go and do what you were doing."
"I don't listen to everything."
"This is my first time." "So what do
you want me to do?"
His words were dull, but his eyes said something
different.
"That guy, if you want to send him to the doctor
before he dies from excessive blood loss."
Winston pushed his cock towards down
even further, resting the tip on Grace's
lips.
"You need to finish your work quickly." good.
No use begging.
In the end, it meant that the responsibility for Fred's
life would fall on Grace until the end.
Grace reluctantly parted her lips. The saliva had
dried from the heat and the rough flesh returned to
her mouth.
"Ha, yes. Good job, Sally."
Call Grace Sally, arsenic of contempt.
"As expected, among the boys below me, there is no
one who does what I am asked to do as well as you
do."
While Leon was pleased, he did not like the fact that
the reason for this woman's sudden aggressiveness
was another man.
"Do you know what the definition of a prostitute is?"
Zhong. Instead of responding, only the sound of
passionate sucking of the flesh pillar was heard.
"A woman who sells herself for a price. Thus
that you're a
whore. "Sigh..."
A faint sob escaped through the cracks in the
intertwined flesh. Leon let out a sigh of contentment
and lovingly stroked the woman's hair.
"Shut up, honey. There's someone else.
Fred's screaming had long since stopped.
finish it fast please finish it fast Finish it fast for him
and for me.
How many times have I put aside my shame and
shook my head quickly, playing with my tongue and
hands, as the devil taught me? His already hard penis
hardened even more and began to tremble.
Grace didn't know what that meant.
Winston, who had said nothing after half biting and
sucking, suddenly pressed down hard on the back of
his neck. In the gap of carelessness, genitals entered.
He removed Grace's hand that held the stump and
tried to push the pillar of flesh all the way in. When
it failed to enter her throat, he rose from his chair
and pressed the tip of his penis against the root of her
tongue to make room for it to enter. Nausea set in.
"Eup, ugh!"
Eventually, his lips touched her stomach. She
swallowed this ridiculous size to the root. That was
the moment she hit Winston's thigh,
feeling sick and nauseous from a stabbed throat.
A viscous liquid gushed from the tip embedded in
the mucous membrane. was ejaculating.
"Woo-wook..."
"Swallow. Swallow if you don't want to choke to
death."
The mucous membranes tightened each time the
woman swallowed his semen. As the wet hole
sucked the sensitive flesh of ejaculate, she lost her
mind.
"Wow..."
After a while, Leon loosened his grip on the
woman's head. When the pillar of flesh, which had
not lost its strength even after removing the pile, was
pulled out of the hole, the whitish liquid mixed with
saliva stretched.
The thought that the pendant at the end of his penis
was connected to the woman's belly caused the
shiver to rise again from the depths of his lower
abdomen.
Seeing this vulgarity, the frightened woman vomited
and turned her head, and the thick thread broke.
Leon looked at the woman with cold eyes, then lifted
the apron covering her thighs and wiped the sticky
body.
"Sigh..."
As he tidied his clothes, the woman sat on the floor
with her hands on her hands and vomited.
On my way to pick up my jacket, I put my hand on
her trembling shoulder. I tapped it lightly, as if
congratulating her on her hard work, and the woman
took a deep breath and let out a sobbing sound.
Leon, who paid for the humiliation I suffered to
some extent, had a refreshing smile on his lips. I
hadn't even looked at the blood yet, but it was the
first time since the creation of this torture chamber
that I felt such intense joy.
When I approached her with her jacket on my arm,
the woman mumbled as she wiped her mouth
covered in tears, saliva and semen with her sleeve.
"Dirty piglets..."
The man who had raped Grace looked at her with
impeccable perfection and dignity. There was no
guilt in
my eyes for having trampled the weak. It contains
only interest and contempt.
It was the attitude of greedy royalist aristocrats
toward those who had nothing.
I knew it. Winston hesitated for a moment, then
sneered at Grace.
"How does dirty pig semen taste?"
"Black..."
My eyes darkened. It was because Winston had
covered Grace's naked body with an officer's jacket.
The bloody decorations collapsed to the floor, unable
to support the weight of countless hanging clothes.
"Uh..."
It was quite some time before the toe of the
disgustingly polished shoe moved.
In the midst of my consciousness, I heard the sound
of the shackles being released. Soon the heavy iron
door opened with a metallic sound.
"Don't kill me."
Dismissing Fred, Winston ordered someone outside.
At that moment, rather than relief that the devil had
kept his promise, Grace felt a twisted elation.
do not kill
don't kill him, but that meant Fred would be tortured.
Only tears came out of her mouth when she was
supposed to tell him not to do such a thing.
'well. I suffered because of you, so you should suffer
too.
I had a selfishness not unlike Fred. Now everything,
including himself, was about to get upset.
burst. The door is closed. It was the sound of a door
being closed.
I wanted to be left alone, but no such luck. The
muffled sound of footsteps approached.
"The deal is not over yet."
Instead of responding, Grace gently closed her eyes.
A hand came out from under the body lying on the
cold floor. Winston, who turned her over, sneered.
"Chuck passed out like a rat..."
I really wanted to pass out like that. But my
conscience didn't let go easily.
"A regular bed would be good to start with."
The body floated up at the same time. Winston
carried Grace to the single bed in the corner, as a
groom carries his bride across the threshold of the
bridal chamber on the first night.
He left the woman on the white sheet and climbed in.
creaking. I screamed as if the bed was going to
break. The bed wasn't strong enough to support her
weight.
The woman still acted as if she had fainted. Every
time she breathed spasmodically, like a sob, her
breasts bulging between the open, unkempt maid's
clothes trembled badly.
It was a masterpiece.
The woman shuddered as her fingers traced the
indentation of her teeth on the pink areola. The
material trapped inside Leon's pants also shuddered.
Even after relieving this nagging sexual desire,
instead of lowering his head, he lifted his head even
more rigidly. He couldn't wait to get trapped in this
woman's wet hole again.
Leon took off the woman's shoes one by one and
tossed them across the room. Toes caught in
crumpled white socks. Looking at the cheap socks, a
sense of disgust lifted his head.
"Spread your legs."
When I ordered her to pull up her skirt, the woman
obediently spread her legs. The panties covering her
pubic area were white as the white flag of surrender.
Her stomach felt rigid with the joy of having
completely subdued a woman I had never known to
be submissive.
Leon grabbed the center of the bloomers with both
hands and pulled them apart. When the dense seams
ripped and the pink flesh was exposed, his neck was
greatly moved.
"Black..."
Ashamed of the woman, she tried to close her legs. Leon
grabbed the inside of her thigh and pushed it towards
above. The knees were bent and the pubic area was
open.
The immaculate skin opened up, revealing bright
pink flesh. My mouth watered. I was hungry, and the
depths of my stomach quivered.
Sexual desire was also like appetite. Both were
animal desires that Leo considered uncivilized.
"Ow! Oh stop!"
I tried to dig through the thin layer of skin. As I rubbed
my fingertips over the bumps I had rubbed with the
shoe to warm them, the woman screamed and woke
up.
"It's so easy and simple."
"Black..."
The woman, who had been shaking her whole body,
dropped her lower body onto the mattress. The ends
of her weakly splayed legs hung off the bed and
dangled.
"You must have met quite often." The woman
groaned and shook her head.
but. Maybe he is more sensitive because he has
never touched his hand.
Leon extended his index and middle fingers under
the protrusion that beat like a heart. In the center of
the petal-thin pink flesh was a hole so narrow that a
needle could barely pierce.
I tried to insert my little finger into the vaginal
opening which swelled up like a breathing hole.
"Wow!"
Don't move. torn."
Leon gently pressed the lower part of the woman's
belly that shook her waist. I pushed my fingers a
little deeper into the taut flesh. The woman gasped,
unable to bite off even half a knuckle of her little
finger.
"You sent your fiancée away without eating."
Leon stuck out his finger and clicked his tongue.
"I never thought Jimmy Blanchard Jr. would do this
for me. I'm thrilled."
Winston went back to raising Jimmy. Grace bit her
lip as the guilt and fear she had been
trying to forget came back. The tear opened again,
causing a sharp pain, but it was nothing compared to
the pain in my heart.
He groaned as he tasted the liquid on the tip of his
little finger. It was the face of an aristocrat who
tasted even the best wines for those who did not
know him.
"Sending a gift that suits my discerning taste. You
know my tastes very well, which I don't even know.
took a deep breath. It was like a bull about to eagerly
charge the color red.
"Although he is an enemy, I want to pay tribute to
his competence."
Winston brought his hand to the knot of his tie. The
black silk tie slid off and hung straight down from
the iron railing at the foot of the bed. Next was the
pin that held the collar of the shirt. He pulled out a
gold pin and placed it carefully on the table at the
foot of the bed.
Grace watched helplessly as Winston undressed,
exposing his genitals as if they were on display.
He had a solemn face, like a priest performing a
ceremony with reverence before an important event,
but his eyes looking at the sacrifice were vulgar.
Long fingers unbuttoned his shirt one by one. When
the hem of his shirt was opened, he could clearly see
the chest swelling and puffing out underneath.
The shirt, folded in half without a single wrinkle,
hung next to the tie. A black belt was soon hooked
next to it, and when Winston opened the front of his
pants, a column of coppery flesh bounced out.
The penis was erect, blood vessels pulsing viciously
as if nothing had happened before.
Seeing the venomous snake throbbing to enter his
body again made the depths of his throat ache.
Their breathing became rough for entirely different
reasons. Winston, who was looking at Grace with
eyes full of desire, pointed between her spread legs.
"Open your hands."
The woman glared at him and lazily reached between
her legs. As her slender fingers tugged at the folds of
her flesh, a pink target with a red hole in the center
opened at a good angle to pierce.
"How does it feel to beg the enemy to open your
genitals with your bare hands while claiming to be a
self-proclaimed revolutionary?"
Leon gently pressed the woman's lower belly with
the palm of his hand. He pressed his lower body hard
between the legs of the woman who could not move
with one hand. The woman's body stiffened as the
warm mass of flesh brushed against the wet flesh.
"It will hurt."
He warned, grasping the base of his penis and
placing its tip at Grace's vaginal opening. Should I
give you a kiss to thank you for warning me like a
gentleman? Grace shuddered and closed her eyes
tightly.
I was already suffocating from the pressure that was
subtly suppressing my vagina. Even one of my
fingers ached as if it was being torn off.
Painful would it be if that thick mass of flesh went
in? It looked like it couldn't even go in.
This is torture
Grace remembered how to endure the torture. It was
a moment when I took a deep breath and repeated the
same words in my head as if hypnotized.
"I beg you."
I woke up to the sudden sound. Winston was looking
at her with eyes ready to devour her in one bite.
"What? You're going to do it
anyway. "Maybe they'll listen to you
if you ask them." "You say you don't
listen to everything?"
"You're smart."
The corners of her lips curved up at an angle. It was
a grimace in Grace's eyes, but it was actually a sad
smile.
Something was missing. Come to think of it, the
imaginary 'Sally' screamed when she raped him. This
woman had already lost the will to fight and was too
calm.
"Then say something like this. You know what Sally,
whom I adore so much, says every time she brings
me food.
Enjoy your meal, Captain.
"Every time you said that, I wanted to knock you
down on the
table and gobble you up.
How far would Lee Ja go to ridicule her? Grace
shouted aloud.
"Eat delicious and fall to hell, ah!"
Leon bounced noisily on his back. The blunt end
jammed into the vaginal opening, tearing at the flesh
that pushed against it.
Both backs bent backwards at the same time. The
two lower bodies were connected as one, and they
shuddered greatly. The men and women at the
extremes of pain and pleasure moaned together with
distorted faces.
"Ah, it hurts, nigger..."
"Oh, it's too much, ha, it's narrow...."
Even if it wasn't, it was a tight body to accept it, but
my inner flesh was shrinking and I tried to push
away what I had barely put in.
"Take away your strength."
"It hurts! Please stop!"
"Stand still."
Winston grabbed Grace, who was struggling in pain,
by the waist and thrust his penis into her vagina. Her
legs, stretched to the limit, tingled for release from
him.
There was no end. It's all in now Now it's really all-
inclusive. Every time she believed that, the man
would stomp on her waist as if mocking her, and the
trajectory of the burning pain would lengthen.
Grace begged, pushing at the chest of the man who
was driving a stake between her legs.
"Please, oh, stop putting it in."
But when he saw a face full of joy, he stopped
begging.
Yes. There was no use begging. The more he
begged, the more he enjoyed it, and he was a man
who had to stick that terrible weapon to the end.
Grace covered her mouth with a moan of pain. He is
a man who derives pleasure from the suffering of
others. I didn't want to show that I was in pain.
But that, too, was fleeting. I stumbled every time the
crushing screams in Grace's mouth faded away.
"Ha..."
Leon straightened his brow and groaned. The inner
wall, which had stubbornly resisted as its owner,
finally opened and accepted all intruders.
I bit down hard on the thick pillar of flesh and
groped for the gurgling vagina. The edges were torn
and soaked with blood, resembling the lips biting it.
I stopped shaking my back for a while. It seemed
like I could climax just by watching the woman
tremble with her genitals attached to the root.
When she stopped moving, the woman twitched. The
inner wall pushed and pulled at the genitals as if they
were lost to an invasion they had never experienced
before.
It really could be like that.
It was nothing compared to imagination. I didn't
know a woman's stomach was so hot. Besides, I even
heard the illusion that my body was melting as the
thick inner skin kept sucking on the sensitive area.
"Sigh..."
I stroked her lower belly, where her body was
attached, and pressed it gently. The woman
shuddered convulsively. When I swung the genitals
buried in the flesh to learn the shape of the interior, I
felt as if I had been electrocuted.
"Hey! Stop..."
Chest heaving, breath crackling, left hand trembling
as he clutched the sheet, right hand pushing on the
lower stomach and even the inner wall tightening.
Every reaction the woman showed at her waist was
erotic.
Leon began to pull out the genitals that had been
buried to the root. I was impatient when I put it in,
but relaxed when I pulled it out.
So the copper-colored skin is completely dyed with
the color of a woman's blood.
The mucous membrane adhering to the flesh came
off with a snap. The woman shuddered greatly.
As soon as I pulled it out completely, I felt empty.
The woman's wheat field also seemed empty. The
needle-sized hole opened its mouth as wide as it was
thick. I could see at a glance the bloodshot red flesh
of my writhing flesh.
"Ha..."
The moment my eyes met the drops of blood on
Fleet's chin, my heart raced. It was always excited
about blood, but the joy of blood, which this woman
can only shed once in her life, was overwhelming.
Leon hugged the crying woman tightly. With tears
forming at the corners of his eyes, he sighed.
The pain-filled tears of being conquered by him were
dizzyingly sweet.
"Damn it..."
It's a crazy idea for the daughter of the spy and
enemy who insulted him, but even she found the
woman quite endearing.
To the extent that I want to tame it and keep it by my
side.
This time, he whispered softly, kissing the corner of
her mouth torn from sucking on a heavy object.
"Grace Riddle, you are now mine."
At that moment, the woman turned her head away
and refused to kiss me.
The woman was still delirious. who was not
defeated.
There was a long way to go before taming him. Leon
was willing and very happy to go that way.
"Oh!"
The protruding genitals were pushed to the end of
the vagina immediately.
"Miss Riddle, how do you feel about the royal
government pigs you hate stealing your first
treasure?"
Leon Winston was a master of torture. He knew very
well how to violate Grace's soul as well as her body.
"You probably didn't save it to give it to me. this
one.... I'm sorry."
He taunted Grace with only vulgarities in his
dignified language, yet violently raped her as he
shook his waist like a dog in heat.
Fortunately, the physical pain soon subsided, but the
mental pain knew no bounds.
"Take care of your body."
My mother's request echoed in my head, which was
shaking violently with Winston's waist.
I was a conservative mother. From an early age, I
lectured Grace that she should save her first night
and sleep alone with her husband for the rest of her
life.
Grace, who wanted to be a beloved daughter, lived
by her mother's teachings, even hearing that it was
outdated.
"Don't give it to those nasty sons of bitches." I
didn't want to do this either.
His anger at Fred and Jimmy for pushing him to this
point boiled over. Why do I hate those two more
than Winston raping me?
No. Please don't think like that It doesn't mean
anything. It doesn't mean anything.
I repeated it as if I were brainwashing myself, but it
was useless in front of the devil.
Winston lifted Grace's lower body. The strength of
the lower back naturally bent as if driving a stake,
revealing the joint in front of Grace's eyes.
As soon as she saw the blood-soaked copper-colored
pillars of flesh moving in and out of the pink mucous
membrane, Grace closed her eyes tightly in panic.
"Open your eyes."
Although she covered her eyes with her arms,
Winston was a demon who knew no mercy. He
tortured her until she opened her eyes and accepted
the shameful intercourse with all her senses.
"So, shall we bring the camera, huh? Let this historic
scene remain forever as a photograph."
Unable to resist the threat, he opened his eyes. The
slut smiled with disgusting grace and thrust her
genitals into his crotch.
Each time the veins and sinews bulged as if about to
burst, the vaginal opening that seemed to tear
emitted a vulgar sound. The uncontained love juice
overflowed and soaked the man's crotch and thighs.
Tears welled up in Grace's eyes as she forced herself
to stare at the lewd scene.
I couldn't believe it when I saw that it was my body
that was connected to Winston. As if I had read his
feelings, he raised his voice and shouted.
"It looks smart. Now the monarch's greedy piglet is
eating you.
"Ha ha!"
hooked The genital organ, which had been
protruding for a long time and hung over the vaginal
opening at the end, was pierced to the root. Grace
moaned, twisting her whole body.
"Ha... Miss Riddle.
"Oh, sorry... Ha, stop, oops, please, oh!"
"To be Blanchard's first male prostitute, and the
prostitute who loved leadership the most. It's an
infinite honor for me."
He tied her hands with a tie while Grace covered
her ears.
"I heard that you can't forget your first experience.
Even if I want to forget this night, I will try my best
to make it an unforgettable memory for the rest of
my life."
"STOP!"
I wanted to forget.
"Winston, please stop, uh..."
"this... If you are lucky enough to have Miss Riddle's
first night with her fiancé, be careful not to call me
by my name. It's very rude.
When he spoke of Jimmy again, Grace was furious.
"I'll kill you, devil! If someday the revolution has
success, I will drop the blade of the guillotine on your
neck."
"So, should I ask Miss Grace Riddle, who used to
enjoy herself, for the death row inmate's last meal?"
"Crazy bastard... Hehe, I'm going to kill you..."
Lie down and howl and curse. The imaginary Sally
Bristol was in front of his eyes. Leon let out a sigh of
joy.
Every time she bent at the waist, her lustfully
protruding nipples rippled noisily. The slender legs
over the broad shoulders hung helplessly.
Even the cracks in her clearly cracked abs were
soaked. Grace wanted to believe it was sweat, but
who was she kidding? It was her juice soaking the
man's body.
Grace's eyes were rolling as she watched all of this.
Beep-beep-beep.
The bed screamed. It was a narrow, small bed for
two people. It looked like it would break with every
blow Winston gave it on its back. Grace was also
slowly breaking apart.
"I'm going to kill you..."
"Ha, yes."
Like a broken gramophone, the repertoire of the
woman mumbling the same words over and over
again increased.
"Please don't come in..."
When I heard it, I was stunned.
"Hey, since you call me Miss Riddle, you seem to be
mistaken for a lady. Why do you think I would plant
seeds of nobility in the body of a prostitute like you?
"Ha..."
The moment Grace was relieved, her eyes sharpened.
"Ha ha!"
With the pillar of flesh nailed all the way in, the
body rotated. A as as the curves
protruding
unevenly scratched the inner wall, a sharp sense of
sexuality rose to the top of my head.
"OMG!"
Grace dropped to the ground like a dog and raised
her head.
"Strange! Please, ha, ha, no.
Winston put his hand between Grace's legs. Due to
the enormous thickness of the penis, he easily found
and rolled her clitoris, which had already been
exposed due to the spread of the labia.
Thick fingertips gently spread the liquid over the
bumps that had reddened and swollen. It was a slow
rubbing, but her pussy moved quickly.
"Chew in moderation. You say you don't want to get
pregnant? I was very determined to get it out."
"Yes..."
Grace couldn't hear his taunts. Burying her face in
her bound arms, she struggled with a sensation she
had never felt before.
The urge to spray something erupted violently from
Winston's genitals and secret parts where his fingers
crushed them mercilessly.
No. No.
Not knowing what it was, Grace trembled with fear
and tried to hold it in. But I couldn't let my opponent
take it.
He added another hand. Huge hands greedily
grasped and fiddled with Grace's round breasts
protruding from the side, unable to be squeezed
between her body and the mattress.
The sound of kneading the soft flesh was deafening.
Every time he was hit on his back, the thick sheet
pushed his aching nipples against the flesh and even
pulled them out with his fingertips.
"Ahhh!"
"Yeah, feels good, huh?"
Her moist lips sucked on his earlobe and let out a
vicious whisper in a hissing snake voice.
"Baby, go away. You're all right. Even your fiancé
will forgive.
He pushed Grace to the limit by stimulating both
erogenous zones and guilt.
I struggled to keep my hands off her. As she ran
forward, walking on her knees and elbows, Winston
violently dragged her by the buttocks and pushed his
penis harder.
Deep in her belly, the flesh writhed like a living
snake. Her thick hair thrashed and thrashed against
her delicate flesh.
Every time that happened, an indescribable warmth
rose from his trembling body. It was unfamiliar to
feel something in a place where he had never felt any
sensation before. An arrogant intruder in a virgin
land that not even its owner knew, prowled through
it as if it were his own.
"No..."
It didn't hurt. So I was even more afraid.
"Oh no, I hate it..."
Behind his back, Winston laughed and laughed.
Knowing it's half a lie.
I hated that man terribly, but I did not hate the
pleasure of intercourse.
I have been trained to endure torture, but I have not
been trained to endure pleasure. I didn't know how to
overcome this sickeningly sweet pleasure.
The inner walls began to contract to the rough
rhythm of the man moving in and out of the vagina. I
felt betrayed by my body. But soon the spirit
betrayed it too.
How many times will the blunt flesh have blatantly
hit the inside of the stomach that is in contact with
the clitoris?
"Hey, don't..."
Grace couldn't finish saying no and let out a loud
sigh. It was the peak.
My whole body went rigid. I couldn't breathe even
with my mouth open. It felt like my heart was
exploding.
The climax I felt with that man's toes and fingertips
was nothing compared to the sexual orgasm I felt
with penetration.
Like a blind man opening his eyes, his eyes lit up in
pure white. After that, I felt nothing but ecstasy and
time seemed to stand still.
"Ah... Yes..."
The thick mass of flesh began to gently claw at the
sensory points again. Not knowing what to do with
the body that betrayed Grace, she jerked her hips
slightly.
My languorous body felt like someone else's. His
toes quivered and trembled intermittently and
scratched at the sheets, but even though it was
annoying, he couldn't stop. He couldn't stop the
inner wall from pleasuring Winston by squeezing
his genitals.
I was even mistaken that this was not reality.
Surprisingly, I felt like I was in heaven. The devil's
face looked like an angel as I kissed his bare
shoulder.
is crazy.
The moment the demon laughed gleefully, my spirit
shone.
"Uh..."
"To be able to walk away while being attacked by
the enemy. A pitiful soldier.
The woman who was an elite soldier was not here.
It wasn't enough to feel the pleasure of being raped
by a man she hated, so she herself shook her waist,
so now she really felt like a prostitute.
The shame of being stripped not only of body but
also of mind was too much to bear. I couldn't take it
anymore.
I don't know.
When Winston released his limp body, he fell onto
the mattress. The pillars of flesh slid away and my
body shuddered again at the stimulus of a long
scratch.
The genitals bounced, spraying their juices all over
the place. In the blink of an eye, droplets of water
fell on the maid's uniform and the sheets, leaving
stains.
"Oh..."
As soon as he left the woman's body, the tip of his
penis spat out a thick liquid. The buttocks of
Leon, who had been cupped for holding back his
ejaculate, loosened up.
"Ha..."
A feeling of ecstasy ran through her body. My mind,
which had been clouded by lust, gradually became
clearer. Only then did the disorder around me
become visible.
Each time the woman lay face down as if dead,
writhing and writhing on her hips, which had lost
their immaculate sheen and turned pink as flesh from
being pounded by him. The semen he expelled clung
to the torn panties and hip bone between them.
Seeing that depravity made me feel stiff again, and
my animal instincts reared their heads.
'Damn it...'
This annoying libido. It was a complete
misunderstanding to expect that once you get dirty, it
will be more boring than you think.
It was an instant that my mind became confused
again.
Grace, who had been surprised into thinking it was
finally over, shuddered from
surprise. Winston put a belt around her neck. He
pulled on it like a dog's leash, lifted her up and
commanded.
"Suck."
In front of her eyes, her genitals were rigid with her
head raised.
why don't you die?
Looking at her in disgust, Winston wiped the semen
and juices from her genitals with his apron.
"Whatever is inside, take it out with your mouth. If
you put it back in like that, in nine months you'll be
giving birth to my son at camp. I wonder if Little
Jimmy will be willing to raise it.
Angel? crazy
Even if all the angels in the world fall, they will be
better than the author.
The moment Grace felt her climax, she twisted and
squeezed the boy's genitals as if strangling herself
for having an absurd thought.
Still pouting, she pressed her lips to the hole where
the thick liquid dripped little by little. I simply
sucked on it like a straw and licked the
space with my tongue because I thought I would not
give birth to the offspring of that demon, but the guy
closed his eyes and moaned in pain. I wanted to bite
the hand that was caressing my face as if it was a
compliment.
"Swallow."
It did not allow
spitting. "Get off."
As soon as she did as she was told, a pillar of warm
flesh rushed into the vagina that was not yet closed.
Winston pulled the end of the belt around Grace's
neck like a dog's leash and slapped her buttocks with
a thud.
"Ah!"
"Shake it. Like a horny bitch.
It was he who was in heat. As soon as I ejaculated
several times, I had an erection again. An affair not
unlike mating between beasts continued without
interruption.
I didn't know how many times I had to suck out the
remaining semen with my mouth. At that point, it
wasn't even
disgusting. No matter how many times I was
humiliated by the climaxes, I stopped counting from
10.
As I was crushed by the animal and my eyes were
spinning, I remembered the embarrassing tabloid
article I had seen on the train on the way to
Winston's house a year or so ago. Lions mate 100
times a day during the rut.
Suddenly I remembered that the man's name meant
lion, and I smiled. Laughing at being raped I wasn't
crazy.
Winston seemed out of it. Looking at the unfocused
eyes, he looked like a drug addict.
The man who always seemed to measure himself
with a ruler was disheveled.
He put on the face of a refined and dignified
aristocrat and said vulgar words to Grace that would
be uttered by back-alley thugs. Even if the content
was vulgar, it was Winston who never used vulgar
expressions, so Grace was quite surprised.
That was not the end of the uncharacteristic Leon
Winston she knew. The most trusted vanguard of the
revolutionary army's cleanup, the
epitome of an arrogant aristocrat, and the cruel
vampire from Camden sucked the woman's breasts
greedily, making promiscuous noises.
Moreover, he shoves his ugly object between her
breasts and shakes it, and cums on her face as it is....
"It's nice."
He whispered affectionately as if treating a lover,
and placed the tip of his penis in her mouth.
How did the man who never hid a picture under the
bed suddenly become a nymphomaniac? Grace
asked me again.
'Did I meet the monster or did I make it?'
The waist of the beast continued even after the
female lost consciousness. How many times did I
wake up from a nightmare and realize it was an even
more terrible nightmare and sob?
"Uh..."
As Grace's vocalizations became more and more
metallic, he continued to fuck her while feeding her
water.
I lowered my weary gaze to Winston's left hand,
which clutched my right breast.Is his watch
or his trembling? Finding it hard to focus, Grace let
out a pained sound.
"Winston, please..."
When he laid her on this bed, the hand of his watch
read 6. But now, the distance between the hour hand
and the number 6 was as wide as Grace's legs.
It was too much for me to just accept it silently.
Grace couldn't take it and begged helplessly.
"stop... You've done enough..."
"Enough? Is there anything like that?"
Winston muttered, biting his swollen nipples.
Grace squeezed out the energy she lacked and
clenched her lower abdomen. It was miserable to
willingly give pleasure to a man who was raping me,
but I wanted to have my way.
"Ha, you finally remembered your mission?"
She let out a wild moan and spurred her waist, as if
she liked Grace squeezing and sucking on her pussy.
It was Grace who didn't know much about the male
body until this afternoon. But alas, in just a few
hours, I became familiar with the face of a man
named Leon Winston just before I climaxed.
'a little more...'
I must have tightened and loosened my inner flesh
faster, jerking my hips two or three times. Winston
gave her a crushing hug and let out a choked moan
in her ear.
"Ha, ugh..."
The sturdy body that embraced Grace shuddered
slightly. Leon Winston at this moment was so
helpless that he could have easily killed him. Even if
it wasn't just that he couldn't move.
Suddenly her arm came untied and she fell. At the
same time as the genitals came out, Winston grabbed
Grace's ankles and pulled them apart.
The flesh that had been trapped in the vagina ripped
away with a snap and rose upward. Leon grabbed the
wet genitals and inserted the woman's clitoris into
the hollow of the tip before releasing the force he
had applied to the lower stomach.
"Ah..."
"Wow..."
A sticky lump like wax wax slipped through the gaps
in the bloodshot red flesh. Even though it was
outside, the inside of the woman's swamp-like cunt
was filled with cum and it felt so good.
How many extremes do you feel? The pleasure I had
known was no pleasure at all.
There was a sense of release, as if the shackles that
had held his ankle for his entire life had been
loosened and, at the same time, a sense of reluctance
as if a new shackle had been put in its place.
The more she practiced it, the more rationality
eroded instead of returning. A while ago, she
couldn't resist the urge she had been suffering from
all night and tried to ejaculate into her cervix, only to
come to her senses at the last moment.
Even then, he did something quite dangerous.
A white mass fell into the vaginal opening, which
had now spread as thickly as her own, and
could not close. He scraped it with his hand and
clicked his tongue.
It is fertility. There is no such thing as a beast.
Is it the body odor of a woman who keeps losing her
temper? Over the woman who smelled of blood and
sweat and the odor of his semen, Leon collapsed.
"Hello, Grace Ryddle. You smell good."
She did not get up for quite some time. Grace was
buried under the body of a well-trained soldier and
had to take the latter.
After enduring a few kisses that made his head spin
and a few pokes that made his throat growl, Winston
stood up.
"Stay calm."
He left Grace tied to the bed rail and headed for the
bathroom attached to the torture chamber. The sound
of the water continued as if I was taking a shower.
Abandoned on the bed like rags, Grace could do no
more than close her legs that had been apart for
hours.
Broken bras are no good. I wanted to cover my
breasts by putting on a blouse and a maid's uniform,
but I didn't want to touch the clothes. The semen was
sprayed all over her body countless times, leaving
her skin sticky and the maid's uniform wet.
"..."
I thought I might cry when it was over. Turns out
that was a very optimistic expectation. Because I
didn't even have the strength to cry.
Curiously, I now felt more relief and happiness than
sadness or anger.
'It's finally over.'
The sound of the water stopped. Soon the man came
out with a towel wrapped around him and began to
put on the clothes he had hung on the bed one by
one.
A vulgar beast was dressed in the stoic and elegant
skin of an aristocrat.
Winston, who even had his tie in perfect condition,
stood by the bed and looked at Grace. She smelled of
soap. Unlike her, who was still grumbling, her
breathing was calm.
Looking at that well-groomed figure, it seemed that
he was not the same man who had been panting for
hours on top of a woman just a moment ago.
He untied the ropes around her wrists and moved his
hand to Grace's thigh.
'What are you doing now?'
Suddenly, Winston began removing the garter belt
clips from the stocking straps, one by one. Grace's
eyes widened as he removed his bloomers.
Are you taking loot? But even such a perverted act
was all too common in the face of Winston's
unexpected cruelty.
"I have you to thank for eating well."
He said he was going to send Jimmy the underwear
stained with Grace's blood and Winston's semen.
"Because I am a person who knows manners."
Immaculate hands carefully folded the soiled cloth
and tucked it inside the jacket. Grace became
contemplative and clung to Winston.
"Please don't. I'll do anything."
He shook off Grace's sticky hands and stood up,
asking in a cold voice.
"Do you still want to marry that bastard? Does your
great commander-in-chief want a woman who is
willing to spread her legs before the enemy?
This man, why is he arbitrarily talking about
marriage that I didn't even mention?
"It doesn't matter. Please, you did everything you
wanted.
What the hell do you want to gain by stepping on me
like that? Let's try again, huh? You won't get
anything more from me."
Leon gritted his teeth. After saying never mind, the
subsequent conversation that followed did not reach
my ears.
"Miss Riddle, don't wear a white wedding dress even
if that son of a bitch will generously marry you."
"..."
"Because you are no longer chaste."
She reached out to Grace, who was staring at her.
The tip of his soft thumb gently caressed her cheek,
which was rough with tears and semen. Ugly words
flowed from between the lips of an elegant smile.
"Then I'll go and dye it red. okay?"
Gracia was confused. What the hell does this man
want?
He acted as if he only wanted her body, and even if
he gave it to her, he was not satisfied. He wanted to
humiliate her as much as he wanted, so even if he
was willing to suffer, he often acted like someone
who had been humiliated.
I was well aware that this was not a public arrest, but
a private retaliation. However, I could not shake the
intuition that there was more than revenge in his
extremely private feelings.
'Does he really like me?'
It was a crazy idea. I don't think I've noticed his
other identity yet.
"This is the only white that looks good on you."
Winston leaned one side of Grace's chest as if to get
a closer look. Her nipples, which had turned red from
teeth and lip marks, were still wet with his semen.
It looks great on you.
He smiled and turned his back on her.
"Please, Winston! Captain, please!
I know begging is useless. But my mind went blank,
I followed him to the door and held on.
Humiliatingly, he even called him Captain.
But it shook Grace slightly. Her legs, still trembling
from having been apart for so long, collapsed
helplessly to the floor.
When Winston opened the door, he turned and
looked at her. It was Grace who felt insulted, but this
time it was the eyes that hurt.
Blanchard's whore. I was expecting it because of the
rumors..."
He clicked his tongue briefly.
"Not even great."
Winston left behind a cold grimace.
When he disappeared, the smell of soap, which did
not suit the torture chamber, disappeared in an
instant.
The smell of sweat, the smell of semen, the smell of
blood.
Grace repeated the same words as she lay on the cold
floor, her body reeking of torture.
I will torture you too one day. I will torture you
cruelly and make you miserable.
beg me then
All you get is regret

A NIGHTMARE NAMED DAISY

Why did you bring me here?
Fred couldn't take his trembling eyes off the soldiers
lined up in front of him.
Does he want to be executed?
There was nowhere to hide in the open field. I could
see the streetcar station and a small town behind me,
but it was too far to escape. First of all, it was hard to
even walk because there wasn't a speck of sound on
my body from the torture I had been subjected to all
night last night.
Shortly, a black sedan skidded to a stop behind the
soldiers. The passenger side door opened and
Campbell got out and opened the rear door.
Winston got out of the back seat. Fred held his
breath as he thought a sleek but lethal black panther
was approaching.
Shiny black shoes stopped two steps ahead,
crunching the wet grass with the morning dew.
Winston looked at Fred with his hands behind his
back. His clear eyes were tinged with red light.
of dawn. At that moment, Fred thought. Actually,
those red eyes are the true face of the devil.
The devil said nothing. The longer the silence went
on, the worse Fred's imagination was getting.
Did you bring it to blow up the location of the
fortress? If you don't blow it up, they'll threaten to
kill you. I didn't even know he had been taken to the
field to hunt humans.
The location of the base of operations was not leaked
until the end. Because the older sisters might suffer
what Grace did yesterday.
'But what if they say they're going to kill me here?'
It was a moment when I was terrified and gnashing
my teeth.
"I'll let you go alive."
The corners of Leon's mouth tilted upward. The eyes
were not smiling.
The terrified rat was visibly relieved as soon as it
was told it would be saved. It was ready to get down
on its knees and lick its shoes.
Grace didn't even ask what was going on. On the
subject of cowardly saving her life by selling it.
Incompetent, dependent and selfish. He was the type
of person I hated the most.
I wanted to change my mind.
"However, there are conditions."
But it was useful.
"If you promise to do a good job with your mission."
"yes Yes. If you give me something..."
Leon handed a small package to the wily coward.
On the light brown wrapping, the sender's name
was Leon Winston and the recipient's name was
James "Little Jimmy" Blanchard Jr.
"Tell this to your commander in chief."
It will make you clearly realize that taking it lightly
was a fatal mistake.
All my fingernails were torn out and my bloody
hand trembled as I accepted the package. She
looked at it with her puffy, swollen eyes, then
began to shuffle her legs and slowly back away.
He was afraid that if he turned around, he would
shoot him in the back of the head. Leon smiled at
him and pointed to the streetcar station in the
distance.
"Go now."
The boy was relieved and turned his back. Seeing the
evil rat limping across the field, Leon opened his
holster and pulled out a pistol.
outburst.
"Wow!"
"ha ha."
It was ridiculous. The gun hit a wildflower that
bloomed one step behind him, but even if I had been
hit, I would have collapsed and trembled.
Soon, he began to flee, crawling like an animal
across the dirt floor. Leon, who fired a few
'congratulations' over the frightened boy's head for
fun, re-holstered the gun and instructed.
"Campbell."
"Yes."
"Track it. don't miss it Dispose of it after you already
is not useful".
"Yes, I will handle it without any mistakes."

***

Grace looked blankly at the jagged bowl of soup and

smiled.
'My condition is really...'
A private gave me a soup made from leftover
ingredients for breakfast. It was a menu he always
brought to the 'guests in the torture chamber'.
The only ingredients were onion roots and carrot
stalks. There was only a bowl of soup on the tray.
Because there is no more 'Sally' to serve hard-boiled
eggs or bread to the captured revolutionaries.
No one puts morphine in their mouth.
My stomach ached. My thighs were pulled and my
bruised knees hurt too. Grace
She squinted her eyes as her loose nipples brushed
against her bra with each breath.
Eventually, the soup floated and dried, then lay
down on the bed. I was lucky to have extra sheets in
the closet. No matter how hard his body was, he
refused to lie on a dirty sheet.
Human habits are scary. Or should I say resilience is
cool?
From Winston's departure last night until breakfast
was served, Grace passed the time with amazing
diligence.
After closing my eyes for a while, I cleaned up the
traces of sex left on the bed and floor.
A torture chamber maid would eventually erase the
traces of my torture. Should I laugh at that
contradiction or cry?
He then tried to erase the traces of the affair that had
remained on his body, but it was not easy.
As the semen and clotted blood were washed away,
the bruises and teeth marks left all over his body
became clearer.
It wasn't just that it was clear.
Winston's smell still seemed to linger at the tip of his
nose. It must have been a smell that should have
been removed from this bed and his body.
At the moment I shuddered at the body odor that
hovered around Grace like a ghost, even the sound of
a beast's breathing lingered in my ears.
Then, when I close my eyes, it unfolds vividly. The
face and nakedness of the man who looked down
with eyes intoxicated with the joy of a conqueror and
crushed me.
"You're dripping milk."
Suddenly, a disgusting moment from last night came
to mind.
He matched the space at the tip of his penis with
Grace's nipples and the semen filled. A whitish
liquid with a high viscosity like honey could not pool
at the flat apex and flowed down the tapered nipples
to the soft flesh.
Seeing that, Winston mocked Grace for spilling
milk.
I didn't think it would play so badly in a brothel
either.
"Ah!"
As if in a belated defense, Grace covered her chest
and shuddered. Even the slightest brush with two
layers of clothing between them made her nipples
ache.
The flesh, which had been swollen from Winston's
chewing all night, did not return to its original soft
shape and remained erect the entire time, which
made it even more painful.
Gracia stood up. I opened the luggage bag beside the
bed. Covering the spiked blouse that stuck out in the
shape of her nipples with a thick cardigan, she
rummaged through her purse to see if anything was
missing.
The private who served me breakfast a moment ago
had brought Grace's luggage with him. They
probably opened it and inspected it. Fortunately,
there were no items containing important
information.
"Why is this..."
Nothing was missing, but there was something that
should have been missing.
A box of high-quality socks that had been left on the
dresser in the maid's room was clearly in the gym
bag. It seems that the soldier who was searching
through the luggage thought it was Grace's and put it
in by mistake.
This is from Winston.
I took out the box of socks, put them on the iron
table in the middle of the room and went back to
bed.
"Yuck... Ha..."
My whole body screamed, but my mind was still. 'I
thought I was going to die...'
Today she was strangely calm. Is it resignation or has
she mellowed?
After the storm comes the calm, but Grace knew that.
That the storm was just beginning.
'Don't be discouraged.'
Today you may suffer more than yesterday.
Grace scolded herself as she reflected on all the
selfish thoughts she'd had the night before after her
mind and body were pushed to the limit.
As time passes, the mental power breaks down. It's
only been two days and it shouldn't collapse already.
Don't be discouraged. Don't be discouraged.
As if brainwashing, someone knocked on the iron door.
No one knocked on the door of the torture chamber.
As if they had all promised, they thought there was
no need to respect the privacy of those inside, so
they yanked it open.
Come to think of it, the private who had just brought
breakfast had also knocked on the door.
'What, are you thinking of me as a woman?' Grace
replied as she sat up and sat down. "Yes, come in."
Ha, he let out a naughty laugh. What kind of cruel
joke is this? Answering as if the torture chamber was
my room.
When the door opened, Lieutenant Campbell
appeared.
"Sit down."
She pointed to the metal table with the file folder in
her hand. Grace sat in a handcuffed chair and looked
at the lieutenant across from her.
'You all know what happened yesterday, don't you?'
Moistening her parched lips, she pulled up the frilly
collar covering her neck even higher. As you know,
there was no need to show the second lieutenant the
evidence.
It was embarrassing to look directly into her eyes.
Perhaps the second lieutenant felt that way too, so
instead of looking directly at Grace, he started
reading the newspaper while looking at the folder
with 'Grace Riddle' written on the cover.
"Father, Jonathan Riddle."
"Yes."
"Mother, Angela Riddle."
"Yes."
After verifying the identity data, the crime was lined
up and he was asked if he would admit to it.
"Do you admit to having infiltrated at a
major military installation located in
Winston?"
"Yes."
This was standard procedure before full newspapers
existed. Grace was relieved to see that Campbell
continued with standard procedure.
Then, sometime today, Winston will report Grace's
capture to Western Command. Because of her last
name Riddle, Grace was classified as a Level 1
Dangerous Person. It meant that the higher-ups
would keep an eye on her.
Being a 'big shot' is annoying, but sometimes it pays
off.
Many officers would be obsessed with questioning
Grace alone. There are always countless eyes
watching her. Then Winston, who values noble
dignity, will not behave like a dog in heat with her.
Maybe move on to Western Command. Winston's
principle is that no woman is to be interrogated in
this torture chamber.
'please...'
Whether it's Western Command or the camp, please
leave here in a few days.
If Winston has released Fred as promised, he will
contact Jimmy later in the day. He will then set up a
rescue team and attempt to rescue her during the
escort.
All Grace had to do was get out of the mansion.
"What happened to Fred?"
He nodded and muttered, indicating that the second
lieutenant had released him.
"Captain Winston is a gentleman who knows how to
keep his word to a lady."
Grace bit her teeth, holding back ridicule.
Hidalgo? That's funny. Are you being sarcastic?
But there was no such nuance at all.
Was that child brainwashed? You must have heard
all the unpleasant sounds that filtered out of this
room yesterday.
"Well. That gentleman called me a whore.
Campbell looked at the sly spy, who rolled his eyes
and smiled. Actually, he was trying to keep the
word prostitute from coming up.
It was only because she was afraid of Captain
Winston that he treated her with respect as a lady.
A rat, a guest of the torture chamber, a child, an
idiot. The captain always referred to Blanchard
rebels in this derogatory way, but that woman was
still clearly called Riddle.
It was not surprising when Wilkins remembered the
captain's face the moment he revealed Sally's
identity.
Leon Winston making the face of a broken-hearted
man.
'I don't know what to do because I like spies.'
That is, the person who seemed most distant from
women so far.
But it was not Campbell's protest. Because the
captain already knows better.
Men, especially soldiers, would soon forget the
woman they had conquered. Even so, if the captain
calls a woman a whore who has not yet been
has decided, only Campbell will be blinded. So I
instructed the soldiers below to treat Grace Riddle
with respect.
But this woman...
"Why is Lieutenant Campbell calling me a lady?
Your use of honorifics and your punches are unusual
behavior for dealing with spies.
He kept provoking me to call me a whore.
It was unacceptable that my future would be
obscured by a fox that the captain would soon send
to camp and forget.
"Hey, don't try to alienate."
I couldn't stand it and let the threat pass, and the
woman bowed her head.
"Interstitial? So, if I tell the captain to tell me
you insulted as a prostitute, will you hate it,
why?""Ask me the questions."
But the woman did not listen to him.
"Ah, with that logic, it would be more effective to say
he tried to attack. Thanks for the helpful information."
who is this girl Campbell was speechless. The ever-
gentle maid was nowhere to be found.
Campbell saw his superiors in the spies. Did you
move on after dating the captain? Or could it be that
chicks of the same feather got together by chance.
"It hurts."
Grace jumped up from her seat and watched as the
second lieutenant walked to the door. She opened the
door, which had been firmly closed, and left it wide
open. So that the soldiers in the hallway could see
what was going on inside the torture chamber.
Grace was secretly relieved.
"that... We should send them to camp
immediately..."
Listening the complaint from lieutenant,
Grace inwardly prayed.
'Yes, please let me go.'

***
Winston didn't go to see Grace until late in the
afternoon.
'Did I report to command? Please report it.'
Grace glanced nervously at the man sitting across the
iron table from him.
'Why are you like this?'
He was speechless. He didn't even say a word of
cheeky greeting when he walked in. He simply sat
with his arms folded and looked at Grace with eyes
that made no sense.
There's no way that man is wasting his time
pointlessly. But what's the point of looking at her in
silence? Anxiety began to coil deep in the pit of my
stomach.
Uncomfortable with the obsessive stare, Grace
continued to twist her body. Winston remained
motionless for a long time. I only blinked
occasionally and moved my pupils. Still, his eyes
always stayed on Grace.
Seeing them face to face in the silence made me feel
like I was hypnotized. Yesterday's work was so far
away that it seemed like a dream.
If it weren't for the nail marks on the back of the
man's hand, I would have insisted that it was a nasty
nightmare.
Grace looked at her fingernails. Will she be all right?
They could pull it out with tweezers in retaliation.
It was a moment of self-mockery.
drooling The sound of a chair being pulled broke the
silence. When she looked up, Winston was already
standing next to Grace.
She reached out her hand Grace tensed as a hand
large enough to cover her face suddenly approached.
"Why, yes..."
I thought he was trying to strangle him because he
grabbed my neck, so I tried to resist, but I was
speechless. Winston lifted Grace's chin and pursed
his lips.
Grace, not expecting the sudden kiss, froze. When
the man who couldn't do that gently pressed his lips,
she was stunned.
But the kiss became more and more passionate. He
pressed his lips together violently, as if bursting
something he had repressed.
What kind of emotions is this man bursting with?
Then it finally exploded.
"Eup, uh uh..."
Grace's lower lip.
Winston's fierce attack reopened the wound that had
not healed. The fishy taste of blood began to spread.
Immediately, the soft flesh licked the blood
carefully.
It was a coy irony. It didn't fit with the Camden
vampire Grace knew....
'To a boy from Abington Beach...'
With a sinister sense of deja vu, Grace opened her
eyes. Had I been watching her the whole time they
kissed? When our eyes met,
the cold eyes between the curved eyes were not
smiling at a l l .
"Hello, Margarita. my first love."
The blue-green eyes trembled badly.
Leon had finally solved the mystery of why he only
fell in love with this woman.

***

"Even here at Abington Beach, the coastal cliffs

formed by wave erosion are well developed..."
Leon looked disapprovingly at the tutor at the end of
the long table.
A boring geology class at a resort where others enjoy
bathing.
"Sir, I heard that you can find evidence that all the
continents were actually one supercontinent in the
strata of the coastal cliffs, is that true?"
His disapproving gaze shifted to the questioning
younger brother.
"Jerome should have been born first."
Every time she received the report cards of her two
sons, the mother muttered these kinds of complaints.
However, it wasn't that Leon had worse grades than
Jerome. It was just that the subjects that stood out
from each other were different.
My mother showed favoritism to Jerome, who
excelled more in noble studies that suited her taste.
Besides, she thinks of soldiers as bloodthirsty
savages, but Leon, who shows outstanding talent in
army-related subjects, would not be satisfied.
"I'm glad that girlish-looking boy isn't the oldest
son."
For exactly the same reason, his father favored Leon.
That's why, even when he received subtle but blatant
cold treatment from his mother, he never felt much
regret.
'I don't like it either...'
It was boring. I am tired of treating my father, a
great soldier and a wealthy man, as a half aristocrat
without a title. She was also an expert at using her
family's every step, even her summer vacation, to
fulfill her dream of dying as Countess Winston.
It was Leon, who was still too young to talk about
marriage. However, his mother had already been
scolding him, saying that he had to be seen as a good
wife.
"Leon, since we set a table with the ladies of the
duchy, do we have to talk about boring things like
hunting and cricket?"
"So, next time we'll talk about military law."
"Oh my god, why the hell do you look like your
father with a twisted personality? The two rich men
are very determined to kill me.
Jerome talks about dinosaur fossils in front of the
girls, so why am I the only one having trouble?
Leon was always dissatisfied with treating him as a
chess piece that would make his dream a reality.
despite a subject he didn't like. Once, when he
complained, his father laughed and patted him on the
shoulder.
"Leon, listen carefully. All human beings are
nothing more than chess pieces to each other. The
important thing is whether they treat you like a
pawn or a queen."
Those words were a great comfort to Leon. It was
enough for him to treat his mother like a chess piece.
"You have to try to be at least a gentleman or more."
Leon must be more than a gentleman to his mother.
But for Leon, his mother wasn't even a phone.
because she was useless.
After all, the only person who meant anything to
Leon was his father, whom he respected.
The low rumble of the engines mingled with the
tutor's nonsensical words criticizing the continental
drift theory as false.
Leon looked over Jerome's shoulder and out the
window. At the edge of the cascading garden, a row
of black sedans was heading this way.
Shortly after class, the party will begin. The
most boring party in the world.
A few days ago, the mother had been making a fuss
because a family of counts and some distant relative
of the royal family were bringing their daughters of
Leon's age to the villa.
It was quite exhausting to watch the girls exchange
jealousy and contempt for each other in a pretentious
and cute way.
Besides, there was another girl I wanted to see.
Leon reached into his pants pocket. He remembered
what had happened a few days ago as he fiddled with
the whole package of melted chocolate on a hot day.
The first time I saw the girl was the day I came to
this village. While walking along the beach south of
the village, I came across a girl collecting shells.
He was a boy two or three years younger than Leon,
who looked to be about Jerome's age. Perhaps he had
forgotten to put on his bathing suit, his light blue
skirt was soaked in sea water and wrapped
like seaweed around the girl's skinny legs. There
were no adults around.
"Hey kid! This is the villa's private beach, so we'll
That outsiders are not allowed to enter!"
When the servant pushed her away, the girl pursed
her lips and ran away.
Brown hair and dark skin. It looks cute, but it's a
common appearance, so you'll probably forget it
soon. If we hadn't met every day.
Leaving the villa in a carriage, a girl was standing in
the road. As she walked along the wall, a girl was
chattering outside the iron fence at the main gate.
She even made eye contact with a girl sitting in a
tree outside the wall.
At first I thought it was a coincidence. However, no
one casually stands in front of someone else's house
every day.
Are you a thief?
Could such a little girl be a thief?
It was annoying to the point where the girl's face
wouldn't leave my mind all day. Then, two days ago,
I couldn't stand it and asked.
"what are you doing?"
A girl sitting on an orange tree outside the wall and
sniffing inside like a meerkat was startled by his
sudden appearance and slipped out of the tree.
"Wow!"
Leon ran for the tree. It was a reflex action, though
he knew he wasn't high enough to seriously hurt
himself.
'my god...'
As soon as he received the girl safely and embraced
her, he quickly put her down as if she had been
burned. The face of the girl with the upside down
skirt was also as red as Leon's.
"... I'm sorry."
"You're fine."
It wasn't until the moment the girl accepted the
apology in a voice as thin as a gnat's that Leon
realized something was wrong.
"for a moment. why am I apologizing? Shouldn't you
apologize for spying on someone else's villa?"
"Why can't I see it?"
"Don't you know that spying on someone's house is
rude and bad? Isn't this what burglars do? Are you
looking for burglars?
The girl showed no signs of embarrassment or anger
when he accused her of being a thief. In fact, it was a
face that didn't even hear Leon's words. Seeing him
stare at him with her unique blue-green eyes
glowing, then twist her body.
"I didn't mean to steal, I was stealing."
"What?"
"you."
Leon, who was about to say that spying is bad, was
speechless.
"You look really beautiful."
The girl covered her ruddy cheeks with both hands
and smiled broadly.
This is the first time I've been told I'm pretty, but I'm
tired of hearing that I'm handsome. Even his mother,
who didn't like him, said she liked his cute looks.
"You should say 'handsome' to a man, not 'pretty'."
"Wow... , Angry looks pretty too".
He was a very strange child. Looking into the bright
blue-green eyes, he became strangely warm even
though he was in the shade of a tree.
"Here, there you are."
The girl clasped her hands behind her back and
twisted her body, as if she had something to ask for.
"What?"
"Can I touch your head just once?"
Leon was once again taken aback by the unexpected
request.
'Why do you do this to people you meet for the first
time?'
As if Leon's expression was not very good, the girl
was nervous and gave reasons for making strange
requests.
"I'm sorry. but it was so pretty I wanted to touch it!
I think it will be fluffy and soft."
"I'm not a puppy."
"You're not..."
"It's the first time I've seen a girl like you."
The girl pursed her lips. The big eyes were moist.
Leon was nervous because he thought she would
soon burst into tears.
"No, that's not what I mean..."
It was not intended in a bad way.
It was amazing to see a girl who spoke her mind
clearly after seeing only girls who always showed
their true feelings. To be honest, it was funny. It
made me wonder how far she would go if she just let
it go, and what strange words would come out next.
"ruler."
Leon bowed his head. When the girl lifted her toes, he
bent his knees.
The girl's hand touched her silky hair after applying
the pomade. I laughed at the thought of someone
would be surprised that a commoner girl would pet
Major Winston's son like a dog.
However, when the girl smiled broadly like an
excited puppy, the corners of her mouth, which had
been crooked, became symmetrical.
"Wow, soft. I thought it would be cold because it was
a color
cool. But it's hot.
"Because it's summer."
is a very rare child
"I think that's what it feels like when you touch the
sunlight."
When the girl withdrew her hand, he straightened his
bent body.
"thank you."
"I hope that all your questions have
have been answered.
The girl nodded.
"I envy you. I want to be blonde too. Everyone in my
family is blonde, but I'm the only one with brown
hair."
The child talked about unsolicited stories.
Normally, it was Leon, who made good excuses and
avoided the seat when the girls started talking about
him that he wasn't interested in. Even now, it was
enough to leave the seat with the excuse of an
upcoming riding lesson, but strangely, my feet didn't
let go.
The boy made a lot of noise to himself, then
suddenly blushed and rummaged through the small
bag bent around his body.
"Come on, chocolate."
Roughly labeled chocolates from a rather distant
region were wrapped in the corners, as if they had
been in the bag for a long time.
Leon didn't like sweets. I always refuse, but this time
I agreed without thinking. Besides, the cheap
chocolate my mother said was dirty and told me to
throw it away....
"Why is this?"
"Stolen money".
I kept it for myself to eat. The girl added, then
smiled shyly.
It was literally like taking candy out of a poor child's
mouth. It was just a moment to give back.
"I will come to steal again."
The girl waved her hand and ran away. I couldn't tell
you not to steal it next time and look at it with
confidence.
He's a really strange guy.
Come to think of it, I forgot to ask my name.
Forgetting something so basic... Leon thought it was
the girl's fault that she was crazy enough to take his
soul out of him.
I was going to ask him if I ran into him again, but it
rained all day yesterday.
The boy seemed a little clumsy. He was nervous that
he would come to steal even on such an inclement
day.
Maybe it was Leon who was clumsy. I sat and
waited all day by the window with a good view of
the wall, where he always hangs out. Keep an
umbrella by his side.
But the child didn't come. I'm glad, but why are you
upset?
Not coming today?
As soon as class was over, Leon walked over to the
window where he had been stuck all day yesterday
and again felt disappointed. He looked at the orange
tree, from which only oranges hung, and then turned
his back on it.
"Where? A guest has arrived.
As I was getting my bike out of the parking lot, a
bookworm with a bow tie came and complained.
"Yes I know."
They are the ones your mother called to greet you.
"Jerome Winston, for the mother who wants you to
be.
the eldest, today you act like the eldest son".
As Leon got on his bike, he spoke sarcastically in his
father's usual authoritative tone.
"I am not your subordinate!"
As I stepped on the pedal, Jerome yelled from behind
me. Leon stopped and looked at his brother.
"Weren't you born first?" "He
will come!"
"That guy says to me like a girl."
Once again, he followed his father's habit. Jerome
kept his mouth shut, probably feeling his pride hurt.
"Jerome, you're so sincere it's not funny."
Leon smiled at his brother over his shoulder and
stepped back on the pedal.
If he doesn't come, I can leave.
But the problem was that I didn't know where the girl
lived.
Should I steal all the orange trees in Abington
Beach? After searching the hill where the luxury
villas and the business district below it were
concentrated for about an hour, I was lost.
The sun rose slowly. I was thirsty after riding my
bike under the scorching sun. Leon, who was following
the beach, stopped when he saw a kiosk selling ice
cream.
It was the moment I parked my bike on the railing at
the side of the road.
"Isn't it traumatic?"
It was the girl's
voice. 'He found.'
Leon neatly swept back his hair, which might have
been tousled from riding a bicycle.
"I'm so hot and thirsty. I'll bring it to you tomorrow.
Grace ejaculated once more, clinging to the cubicle.
"Bring your parents."
However, the ice cream vendor did not back down
an inch.
I don't know where my parents are. I must have
received my father's money this morning, but after
playing on the beach, he disappeared.
I'm dying for money If you get caught, your father
will scold you. So, should we eat only oranges on the
street today? My village is not like that, but everyone
outside seems to have a heart of ice.
The tears returned to Ping. Sad and proud, Grace
took a step back and complained about the innocent
man.
"Why not? Chi... too much. It works in our
city".
"Then go back to your village. Don't bother with the
theme of the beggar.
"I am not a beggar..."
As she was about to put her head down and walk
away, an unfamiliar hand wrapped around Grace's
shoulder.
"You can't help a lady in trouble, but you're being
rude and showing your results."
Grace raised her head and opened her eyes
wide. 'My goodness! She's a pretty girl.
cheeks grew hot. From the hand that wrapped around
her shoulder affectionately, and from the
embarrassment of showing the most unsightly
appearance.
"I have a bottle of sparkling water. Not Appenzeller,
but Chalet. And for the ladies... ?"
When the boy asked politely, calling me a lady
again, Grace responded hastily.
"Me, I'm an ice cream bar. Just that."
It was also great for the boy to buy a bottle of
carbonated water. Ordering while reading even
difficult labels in foreign languages, the carbonated
water looked like high-end wine.
On the other hand, ordering an ice cream bar made
me feel like a kid. So I added an epilogue to indicate
that I didn't know what to order, but I really wanted
to eat.
"What flavor?"
The guy was cute and cool, but even kind. He
carefully asked what flavor I wanted to eat.
"Chocolate and vanilla are the best sellers. If not
you like, oranges, lemons, strawberries..."
The old man who had been terrifying to Grace earlier
was completely different in front of the boy. He took
all the flavored ice cream sticks out of the fridge and
showed them to her. Maybe even if Grace had
brought the money, he wouldn't have bowed like
that.
There was no reason for that, because the boy looked
like a nobleman to anyone.
Even if it weren't for the expensive-looking polo shirt and
wristwatch, the boy emitted a noble aura from his
upright posture and relaxed gaze.
"I like the strawberry flavor..."
The boy winked and the man quickly pulled out a
strawberry-flavored ice cream and held it out to
Grace with both hands.
"Yes, strawberry flavor for the ladies. Here you are."
Obviously, I learned that nobles are bad. The adults
called the nobles greedy little piggies.
But when I left the city, I wasn't sure. All people
seem to like nobles.
Grace might not know about the other nobles, but
she liked this boy.
"thank you."
At Grace's greeting, the boy smiled and curved the
corner of his mouth gracefully.
"let's go."
Grace followed the boy, not knowing where he was
going. After walking a bit, I realized that the boy
didn't know where he was going either.
"Hey."
Grace, who had been watching a boy walking along
the boardwalk with his bicycle, mustered the courage
to speak up.
"You looked like a prince a moment ago."
The boy who was tipping over the soda bottle
coughed. He pulled a handkerchief from his back
pocket and hesitated.
I tilted my head as I looked at Grace with ice cream
in my mouth with my eyes rolling. The boy
furrowed his brow and sighed.
"It flows."
She handed Grace the handkerchief and I wiped my
wet mouth with the back of my hand. Even that look
was cool. I looked up like I was watching an ad for
carbonated water and the boy asked.
"Why didn't you come today?"
"Oh?"
The girl bowed her head again and smiled with lips
stained red from the strawberry ice cream.
"I waited?"
Leon's cheeks were as red as the girl's lips.
"So you came to see me?"
"Oh? No. Oh, I have nothing to do..." Leon
looked away and smiled.
"I see..."
Looking at the disappointed face, I thought I should
have been honest.
"name."
"huh?"
"I'm Leon. You?"
"... margarita."
Leon didn't know why the girl hesitated for a
moment. "Leon lives here?"
"No. It's just a cabin over there. you?"
I already knew I wasn't from here. But Leon asked,
pretending not to have heard Daisy's conversation
with the shopkeeper earlier.
"I come from far away. Like a family vacation..."
Grace turned away without saying where the distant
location was or explaining why it was 'the same' and
not a family vacation.
"I'm very excited because it's my first time here."
I had rarely been away from a remote mountain
village before. Even more so to stay in a luxury
resort for so long.
It was the first time he had seen the sea, so the first
day he came here, he was walking aimlessly along
the beach and bumped into Leon.
"By the way, is it okay for you to go alone without
your parents?"
Why is there always no one next to this child? It was
hard to understand Leon, who was always followed
by adults wherever he went.
"... oh."
Grace didn't have to go alone, she had to.
At first I thought it was a family vacation because
my parents, who are often away from home, came
back after a long time and asked me to go to
Abington Beach.
But since I left my brother behind, things have been
a little strange. And when I got here and unpacked
my things in a remote lodge, I realized it was really a
'mission', not a vacation.
Grace didn't quite know what the adults were talking
about. I just assumed she was like a hero I saw in a
book because it was just saving the world. And like
heroes who save the world, he had to keep his
identity a secret.
I heard the adults say that this mission was to
approach a bad soldier named Winston and extract
information. Still young, Grace's mission was to
'disguise' the adults who came with her to look like
ordinary travelers.
The adults were all busy and didn't have time to take
care of Grace. So in the morning, she left the money
by the bed and left.
With that, he spent the last week enjoying himself in
unprecedented luxury, but today, when he met Leon,
he lost money and looked ragged.
"Oh, I got my allowance this morning. But I must
have lost it while playing in the arena.
Grace mumbled an unsolicited excuse. When I
looked at Leon's face, I naturally saw an orange
tree growing over my head.
"Leon, so would you like me to pick up a
Orange for you to buy ice cream?"
Grace didn't know why Leon's eyes were twitching.
Looking around for the more mature ones, I was
about to climb a tree, but my hand touched my
shoulder again.
"Don't climb trees in a skirt."
"why?"
"... Is it rude?
Why doesn't this child know this obvious thing?
Daisy blinked with big question marks, as if she
couldn't even understand the word "vulgar."
"pink."
Did you understand now Daisy's face turned
red. "Oh no, I wore white today!"
"...Why are you saying that with your own mouth?
Adults passed by and smiled meaningfully at the boy
and girl standing face to face under an orange tree.
with faces like ripe apples bathed by the sun.
Embarrassed, Leon dragged his bike and rode on.
Grace hesitated, not knowing whether to follow or
leave.
Leon stopped after three steps. The girl, who was
expected to follow, was still standing some distance
away under the tree.
Only then did I realize That girl hadn't even said she
was going on a date with him today, but from the
moment we met, she was going alone, saying of
course she was.
We haven't talked about dating yet?
I've never said anything like that before. No, you
didn't have to.
The fraternity of the children of the aristocracy was
determined by their parents, not by the person
concerned. When, where, with whom, everything
was decided, so Leon had to do the same, whether he
liked it or not.
For the first time in his life, he had the opportunity to
spend his free time with the girl he wanted. But the
problem is...
'How do you say let's go on a date?'
Leon hesitated, unable to speak. Then, just as Daisy's
hair turned white because she wanted to leave, he
said something terrible.
"If you want to pay me to buy you ice cream, you
can play with me."
The hand pointed across the street where a large
carnival was being held.
I want you to play. baby?'
Leon wanted to slap me on the cheek. Besides, buy
an ice cream that doesn't cost a few cents and talk
about paying for it. Do you have all these outrageous
threats?
As expected, Daisy's expression was not very good.
Apparently, this date was doomed before it even
began.
"...well."
However, the unexpected consent fell through. Soon,
for their own reasons, the two took a wobbly step.
'I heard that noble children live separately from the
children they play with, but am I like that now?'
Grace was a bit sarcastic. But after riding the ride
three times, I forgot all about it.
"Leon, I want to ride that one this time."
"good."
Leon stood in front of the carousel ticket booth
without a word of complaint.
He asked me to play. It was Leon who actually
played. Being willing to ride with a child on a ride
like a merry-go-round.
Also, like a true prince, he kindly helped Grace ride
the wooden horse. I felt like a princess.
As he secretly fiddled with Leon's right hand, he got
on the wooden horse next to him at once. Upbeat
music played and the merry-go-round began to spin.
Grace, who would normally look out and wave,
couldn't take her eyes off the other side this time.
Leon was also looking at Grace all the time. I was
embarrassed and laughed, and Leon asked.
"why, does it look nice?"
"huh."
The boy laughed softly at Grace's sincere response.
"But do you have a real horse at home?"
Leon nodded.
"Then this wouldn't be fun." "ah...
Not exactly..."
For some reason, Leon was surprised. He couldn't
understand why he started talking nonsense about
why a merry-go-round was more fun than riding a
real horse.
"There is a roof here, so there is no need to
worry about heat stroke..."
"Yes. Yes."
Even thinking about it, it was silly. Still, Daisy took
her nonsense seriously.
In fact, it was Leon who thought the merry-go-round
was trivial. But why does my heart beat like it does
when I ride a roller coaster?
Then there was the haunted house.
"Kyaaak! Don't let go! don't let go! You can't let go!"
Leon secretly laughed as he hugged the girl who was
still clinging to him. I'm glad it was dark.
"Um, I was scared..."
When she left the haunted house, Daisy's face was
drenched with tears.
"I'm sorry. So, as an apology..."
Before Leon could finish his sentence, Daisy's hand
pointed somewhere. At the end, a large doll of a
dolphin hung in the shooting game booth.
The two approached the cabin. 5 feet at a time. The
doll had to score 100 points. Leon paid the man
guarding the booth to check the scores of the targets
on the opposite wall.
'The highest is 25 points, then 15 points.'
Leon picked up the gun lying in front of him. It was
an old rifle that was only allowed for recreational
use. After checking that the barrel was not bent, I put
my eyes on the scale to check if the line of sight was
straight, but an employee approached and started
talking to me.
"Do you know how to shoot something like this, teach
me?"
I was ignored in front of Daisy. Instead of
responding, Leon pulled the trigger.
burst.
The 25-point bull's-eye fell.
"Damn it..."
As the percussion continued, the man's swearing
grew longer. At some point, the groans heard from
Leon's side had turned into an exclamation.
"Wow, that's really cool."
I never thought the shooting skills I have honed so
far would shine here.
"This will come in handy someday when you find a
girl you like."
Leon suddenly remembered what his father had told
him while teaching him to shoot.
It's not about hunting women, and it's not about
killing rivals to claim possession. Why did you mean
this when you said it was useful?
In the end, with 125 points, he even won a doll and a
voucher for a candy stand.
"ruler."
Leon took the dolphin doll from the talkative owner
and placed it in Daisy's arms.
"What a wonderful thing! Neither my brother nor
Jimmy made it."
When the girl looked at me and admired me, I felt
like a god.
At the candy stand, Daisy chooses a candy apple.
Daisy held out a stick with an apple dipped in red
sugar syrup.
You eat too.
"I really don't like candy..."
"ah..."
When Daisy put the apple back in her mouth, Leon
couldn't finish what he was saying. With a bright red
candy apple in her mouth, the little girl raised her
round eyes and looked at him. Delighted by that
look, Leon lowered his head.
Crunchy. Bite the other side of the candy apple. The
taste of fresh apples and sweet sugar envelops the
tongue.
Do kisses taste like this?
Her eyes met a fist-sized apple between them. It was
the first time Grace knew that the light in the sky
could be as hot as fireworks.
I was embarrassed and wanted to pull my lips apart,
but I couldn't. My lips had stuck to the sticky syrup,
so it wouldn't come off.
Perhaps it was a very misleading excuse.
Leon bowed his head. The eyelids that had been
closed at that moment lifted gently and the light sky-
colored eyes looked at Grace again.
Leon reached out his hand to Grace's cheek, who
forgot to eat the apple and stared at it. The moment
his silky smooth skin touched her, Grace's heart
sank. I felt like I was about to faint when all I had to
do was brush the hair off my cheek.
It's like kissing me.
The two shared the same idea and shared an apple
with a face redder than an apple.
From there we held hands and walked with the
excuse of losing because it was so crowded. Even
after leaving the crowded carnival and entering a
quiet shopping district, the two of us did not let go of
each other's hands.
They both snooped around a jewelry store they
would not normally enter. The girl's eyes did not fall
from the glass bead bracelet that held the refreshing
light of the sea.
"I think it will look good on you."
Daisy waved her hand as Leon pulled out his wallet.
"No. No."
"Why? If you don't like it, something else..."
"My mother told me not to dress nice."
Leon was puzzled. Where in the world is there a
mother who tells her daughter not to dress pretty?
As if it wasn't a hasty excuse, Daisy actually looked
normal without a necklace or hair tie. I thought it
was because of poverty, but I can't decorate it?
"why?"
"I don't know. But my mother is very, very pretty."
"You are also very pretty. You have the sea in your
eyes."
Once again, Grace's heart pounded.
"In my eyes... Is there a sea?
The pretty boy spoke very well. The sea I saw for the
first time in my life was so beautiful. But that
beautiful landscape is in my eyes.
I kept trying to keep laughing like an idiot.
"I... Pretty?"
The girl muttered, craning her neck to hide her ruddy
face. Leon picked up the straw hat from the wall and
put it on Daisy's head, laughing.
"Then we can do it with this."
I didn't want to be separated. Leon didn't let go of
Daisy's hand all day, even though he knew it was a
good one.
education to send her to the dormitory before it was
too late.
If I go back to the village, I will be scolded a lot.
... Even while I was thinking, my eyes did not leave
the
Daisy's red lips.
After watching the sunset on the beach, we dined at a
seafood restaurant. As the children who entered
puberty at the time of adults wandered around
without a guardian, a curious gaze followed them.
However, the eyes of the two children did not see
each other's eyes.
The jazz bars opened one by one, and the jazz tunes
mingled with the sound of the waves. The two
walked along the blackened sea and back to the
carnival.
The carnival, which was about to close, was quiet.
One by one, the rides stopped, turning off the harsh
lights and music.
The time for the separation of the two was also
approaching. Leon, who did not want to separate, led
Daisy to the Ferris wheel, which was still on.
"Today is over. Come back tomorrow."
After paying five times the ticket price, the staff
politely opened the door of the Ferris wheel like a
servant opening a carriage door.
The wheel of fortune that carried only the two of
them began to turn slowly.
"y..."
As the stark contrast of light and dark unfolded
beneath her feet, Grace marveled. Brightly lit
shopping streets and dark beaches parted along the
coastal road.
As I looked out at the black sea dotted with a
moonbeam and the lights of the cruise ships, for
some reason the wheel of fortune coming over the
top stopped.
Even if it wasn't, the fading jazz music began to
become inaudible due to the sound of the sea breeze.
As the windowless Ferris wheel swayed in the wind,
I was terrified.
Tearing her eyes away from the night view, Grace
hugged Leon's arm even tighter and looked up at
him.
'Why is that?'
Leon looked at Grace.
Come to think of it, it had been that way for several
hours. After watching the sunset, he stared at Grace's
face. Even in the restaurant he didn't even taste the
delicious lobster dish and kept looking at Grace.
For some reason, as nervous as she was when she
looked down, Grace unconsciously bit her lower lip.
"Daisy, you're bleeding."
"Wow..."
Even if it wasn't, I bit too hard on my thin lips.
"Ah, a handkerchief..."
Leon, who was rummaging through his pockets,
grimaced in puzzlement. The strawberry-dyed
handkerchiefs were discarded during the day. He
would buy a new one.
"for a moment."
As Daisy sticks out her tongue to lick her lower lip,
Leon grabs the tip of her chin. He lowered his head
under the brim of his tilted straw hat. The tip of his
nose bumped. At the moment when
you tilted your head slightly, your lips parted.
It was something I had done even before I thought
about whether it was right or not.
When you cut your hand as a child, you can use the
excuse that you did what your babysitter used to do.
Of course, there was no excuse for doing this even
though I knew it was her lips.
All day I wondered how Daisy's lips would feel.
Like Daisy, who wondered how her hair would feel.
It was soft and warm. She gently pressed her soft
flesh with her lips and carefully licked the bleeding
wound with the tip of her tongue. Daisy shuddered.
I've done countless bad things that would get me
scolded if I were caught, but my heart never beat as
fast as it does now.
As she licked her wound and parted her lips slightly,
Daisy whispered in surprise.
"This is a kiss. My first kiss..."
Leon, who expected Daisy to feel the same way, was
rather puzzled.
"I hate that... ?"
"... well."
Honest words came from between the lips of a shy
smile. Leon liked Daisy's immaculate honesty.
"also... Shall I?"
As soon as Daisy nodded, the smile on her lips came
together again.
It's not wrong to say that a kiss feels like flying. It
was thrilling to share a kiss in secret on a Ferris
wheel suspended high in the sky, with the world
beneath your feet.
A strong wind blew. Leon pressed Daisy's face
with one hand closer to the straw hat that was
about to be blown away by the wind.
The Ferris wheel once again swayed in the wind.
Fearing it might fall off, Daisy hugged Leon's arm
even tighter. My body grew warm as I pressed my
lips against my body.
The refreshing aroma of caramel apple. The sticky
texture of caramel. The smooth taste of milkshake.
From her lips sprouts blood that tastes like carnival.
the blood was sweet
Leon thought as he immersed himself in a flood of
senses that bewitched his mind. You might start
liking sweets after today.
Daisy's village was on a remote mountain.
Good luck going out on a bicycle with an oil lamp.
Leon rode up the dark mountain path, lit only by the
dim light of a lamp, holding a daisy in one hand and
a bicycle in the other.
"It's pretty far from my villa here."
Leon muttered as a sigh as he climbed the steep
incline. Beside the mountain road, he could hear the
waves crashing against the coastal cliffs quite close.
"Did you walk every day?"
Daisy nodded.
'I should have talked to you before...'
At the moment when both regret and repentance
came together, Leon realized that he had not yet
asked a really important question.
"Daisy, when are you going home?"
"that's..."
Grace answered honestly, hoping that her parents'
mission would never end.
"I don't know."
"I don't know?"
"Hey. You?"
"I'll stay for another month."
Neither you nor I want to go home forever. An
incredible wind lifted his head.
Leon was not a child. No matter how slowly the
world changed, love between nobles and commoners
was still taboo. He knew it could be nothing more
than a dangerous game of fire during the vacations.
But the unfamiliar place turned him into a different
person. For the first time in my life, I escaped
against my parents' wishes. The first kiss that