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Chapter 10

Chapter 10

The black marble shattered, and shards splattered.

As soon as she closed her eyes reflexively and opened it, Sally regretted it. She shouldn't have opened her eyes.

It was because Winston still had the copper-colored object in his hand.

At first, she thought he was holding a cigar. He was casually holding it in both hands, so it was really similar to ordinary things like a cigar, and the color and shape were similar.

However, could a cigar be as thick as Sally's wrist?

He put the maid in the same room to do the cleaning, and it was creepy to know that he was masturbating in secret. But, what was even more creepy was the fact that he was holding his p*nis in his hands even after being caught.

'This horny manic is really...'

So far, calling Winston a maniac was half the truth and half as an insult. Though now, this moment had become an impeccably complete fact.

...A maniac who needed to be put in a mental hospital right now.

Sally was holding back her tears.

For the cause of overthrowing the corrupt monarchy and making a more equal and fair world for all, she had taken on all kinds of dirty and filthy missions. Still, was looking at the enemy's dirty and thick penis a sacrifice for that cause, too?

She even sensed a feeling of doubt she had never felt before.

If one day the monarchy was overthrown, she would chop it up with a guillotine.

"What's the matter? It's your first time seeing it?"

His questioning voice was clear. It was then that Sally realized that she had been unable to take her eyes off that awful 'cigar' and was startled. Raising her gaze to Winston's face, he smiled with gentle curls of his eyes.

What was the difference between a neat smile and an unneat object...?

That filthy bastard didn't even look surprised. On the contrary, she felt like she had become a strange person instead. Between his smiling eyes, his pale blue eyes stared straight at her. Sally realized at that moment, that he was observing her reaction.

He was not caught masturbating. He was deliberately showing it to see how she behaved.

She didn't know what the hell he was doing. It didn't take a day or two for the royalists to try to identify the spies. Nonetheless, none of the tricks she had ever seen and heard of was pulling out their p*nis and showing it.

"I'm sorry, Captain!"

First of all, running away from the office was a priority. She turned her back from the carpet that had been messed up by the ashtray she had dropped and pretended not to know.

"If I give you money, you said you will do anything?"

Behind her back, the chair creaked.

Winston got up. As the sound of stepping on the soft carpet drew closer, her heart pounded with every blunt sound of his hard heels.

"I can do anything the captain wants."

It was meant to tie up Winston, who was attacking her in heat. Instead, now, the noose was holding her.

"I don't know what that 'anything' is."

Although he whispered in a low voice like sharing a secret between the two of them, Sally listened carefully.