TB

CHAPTER 73

"Sorry, but my nickname is Vampire, Cannibal... No, would it be okay to become a cannibal?"

"Ack!"

He bit her toe hard.

Grace shuddered as his wet tongue licked the tips of her toes. She didn't feel any of the superiority she had so wanted to feel, even for a moment. She got humiliated instead.

"Pervert."

Has he finally figured himself out now? He didn't react to being called a pervert now.

The pervert let go of her feet and picked up her stockings. The place where he put her feet was also perverted.

Because it was in the middle of his lower body.

As he put on her stockings, the texture she felt on the soles of her feet gradually changed. The flesh, which was unpleasant because it was soft, became more and more hard. Even though it was hard, it still felt bad.

Grace tried to remove her foot, but Winston grabbed her by the ankle. In the end, she had to hold down his bulging front with both feet while having the two stockings worn over.

Even after putting on the stockings, he didn't let go of her legs. He swiped up and down the smooth silk-wrapped calf, touched the flesh of her thigh that had protruded from the pressure of the band, and buried his lips into the calf.

The arrogant Leon Winston bowed his head beneath her and kissed her calf.

Seeing it, she finally felt the sense of superiority she longed for.

'That's right, keep being a slave. Worship me.'

Intoxicated with the ephemeral sentiments, she let him do what he did, and in the end, after thirty minutes...

"The ideal sexist b*stard who should be locked up in a mental hospital for the rest of his life..."

She had to sit in the bathtub and wash her toes and calves, which were clotted with his seeds and throw away the stockings that were full of holes.

"Ha..."

Grace soon lay back on the bed, wrapped in nothing but a blanket and stockings. This time, instead of staring at the ceiling and regretting useless things, she grabbed the magazine and pencil that were lying beside the bed.

This was what she got when she begged him a while ago. When she asked for a radio or newspaper, his first reaction was not good.

"Do I look so sloppy?"

He said he would not give it because she might receive an order disguised as an advertisement or article. It made sense.

"Seriously, I'm bored out of my mind. You should spend just two days here. Then you will understand."

"I'm not even a prisoner, so why would I do that?"

After replying that way, he coldly left, bringing several magazines and a pencil. The magazines were all issued before her capture, so she would not be able to take orders.

"Smart asshole..."

After going halfway through the crossword puzzle, an article about the Queen's third pregnancy appeared.

Grace quickly read through the article full of praise. It was way too fast to read. She paused her finger every once in a while when she thought she had found something and lightly traced one of the letters in pencil.

"If you try to escape again, I'm thinking of putting a small door in that door and tying you up so that only your butt sticks out. The morale of the soldiers will increase considerably."