TB

CHAPTER 94

“Candy girl, give me my candy.”

Grace glared at the man with the cigar.

Winston sat cross-legged in the chair while she sat at the end of the table with her legs spread wide. As always, that man satisfied his twisted appetite by her shame alone.

“I gave you the money. Oh, keep the change.”

The tip of his cigar pointed to the band of her black stocking, where a stiff bill was stuck between the band and her thigh. The amount written on the bill was too much for a piece of candy.

If she had been a candy girl selling candy at the cabaret, she would have been delighted with it, saying it was a windfall. However, Grace, who lived in prison, did not need that large amount of money. That was even insulted. Besides, despite calling them candy girls, they were actually treated as vending machines.

The man urged, tapping the wristwatch on her left hand. Grace glared at him and moved her hand between her legs.

“Huht…”

As soon as she pressed the round ‘vending machine button’ with her fingertips, her body jumped as her lower stomach tightened. The feeling of the candy buried in her flesh rattling was vivid.

Still, none was showing signs of coming out.

The way the vending machine worked was simple, as that b*stard explained. She would have to press the button until her body spits out the candy. So in a word, pleasuring herself in front of him until she felt the climax equal to the number of candies.

Grace reluctantly moved her fingers and glared at the man sitting across from her.

Winston, who had been staring at her between her legs, grinned again as he bit the cigar the moment their eyes met. He looked quite amused.

‘…Yeah, he was that kind of guy.’

He had been kind enough a while ago that it made her forget about it for a while.

Winston sat back in the chair and watched her. In terms of his posture, it gave off an atmosphere that he was buried in a luxurious leather chair rather than a cheap iron chair.

He was half-naked, wearing only black woolen trousers, but it didn’t feel vulgar.

From the wide shoulders to the belly without any flab, the clearly split muscles stood out, rather like a magnificent sculpture. It made her feel all the more lowly as she moaned in primal pleasure with her legs apart. The man knew that better than anyone and never missed an opportunity to mock her.

“Ah, hup…”

Covering her mouth with her left hand and poking between her legs with her head down, the man suddenly stood up.

He leaned over and pressed his lips gently to the back of her hand that was covering her mouth. It was as polite as a kiss on the back of a lady’s hand, but instead of admiration, his eyes contained mockery as he looked at her closely where their breath could meet.

“The woman of the great commander-in-chief and the princess of the noble royal family is putting on a m*sterb*tion show in front of this lowly monarchy pig, like a useless showgirl in the red light district.”

Winston sat down again.

“I can’t help but feel sorry.”

It was the first time she had ever seen someone say that he was sorry with such a mean smile.

“Please throw away this useless thing.”

“You are still dreaming in vain.”

The man laughed and glanced between her legs. If she wanted to get out of this, she had no choice but to finish it quickly.