TB

CHAPTER 113

The moment he reached out, Grace kicked.

After that, it was like a lion chasing a mouse. In the cramped space, grabbing the woman who skillfully slipped away like a rat, Leon’s shirt was soaked with sweat, clinging to his skin.

“Aaack! Let go! Put me down!”

“Ha… You’re really making people tired.”

Only now did he realize that this woman had not sincerely resisted all this time. How should he accept this?

He knew that the woman enjoyed having s*x with him, so he stopped thinking for a moment.

When he gently placed the woman, who struggled on his shoulders, in front of a nearby wall, he snapped back to reality. Her tear-soaked face looked pale, like a death row inmate awaiting execution.

It was natural for the woman not to want his child.

While he could understand it in his mind, there was quite an uncomfortable feeling boiling in his chest. At this rate, he might not be able to let go of the child later.

That was what he was going to create.

Leon vowed as he locked the handcuffs hanging on the wall. It took some time to tie the woman who writhed to escape, twisting her entire body.

“Sometimes, I wish you were fragile. It would have been much easier.”

The man embraced Grace, burying his head in her neck.

As a tired sigh poured out onto the sweaty skin, she cast a helpless gaze upward. Her hands were tied above her head. He pretended not to treat her like livestock, but every day, she was tied up like this, forced to mate as if restraining rebellious livestock.

The day after the engagement ceremony was much more vile.

On that day, she found a spare pessary in the drawer before the man arrived. It was her first time inserting it herself.

After a struggle, as soon as the man inserted himself, the man stopped moving his waist. His expression turned cold as he lightly rotated his lower body and probed inside. It was foolish to hope for that sensitive fellow to be insensitive.

The man, who had been looking at her with a contemplating face about what punishment would be appropriate, suddenly laughed.

“This is a good idea.”

Saying such incomprehensible words, he skillfully pulled out the organ that had been put in with great difficulty.

After taking a step back, he moved forward ten steps. What kind of unimaginable act was he trying to do? While Grace turned pale with fear, Winston removed the pessary from her body and even leisurely went to the bathroom.

Holding the rubber stopper with the spermicide washed off cleanly, he returned and climbed onto Grace’s upper body instead of her lower body.

“Put it back in, hmm? I was wrong yesterday.”

“I’ll put it back in a little later.”

He gently gathered the spread-out breasts with his hands and inserted the pillar between them. The flesh, made slippery by sweat and love liquid, made a messy sound as they rubbed against each other.

Truly, this disgusting act never became familiar, no matter how many times it happened. Every time the red organ menacingly protruded between the white flesh, Grace moaned. It was a moan filled with agony, not pleasure.

“Disgusting.”

“Well…”

Winston shook his hips and reached back. Two thick fingers slid deeply into her secret place.