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CHAPTER 112

“Where is a man who would give his mistress an illegitimate child as an engagement gift? You said so. My body is too humble to sow the precious seed of the Winston family.”

“Humble? No, Miss Davenport, the one who inherits the noble blood of the Rochester royal family.”

As the situation slowly deteriorated, the woman begged when she was reminded of the second reason for having a child.

“It’s okay. Don’t cry.”

Leon comforted the woman and continued the rough movements.

She trembled in fear, shaking all over with a pale face. The trembling spread deep into her belly, pleasing him. It was also a joyous occasion for the woman to cry and beg for his mercy after a long time.

Yes, beg like that. At least beg.

Leon embraced the woman, who began to fear him again and laughed like a maniac.

Everything will go as you wish.

In the ecstasy of the fading vision, he received a revelation. Now, there was nothing to hesitate about. Leon unleashed his savage desire into the woman’s belly without reservation.

The vigorous movements suddenly slowed and became shallower. Grace stiffened like a stone, feeling something that was buried deep in her belly, moving up and down like a shovel, spreading something on her cervix.

“…Did you, did you really do it?”

Even after several times saying he really meant it, the woman had a blank look as if she couldn’t believe it. Leon nodded, kissing the cold lips gently against hers.

As their parted lips opened, a scream poured out.

“Aaahhhh, you lunatic!”

He embraced the woman, howling like a beast, and from lip to eye, he slid his tongue. Tears filled with pure despair and fear wet his tongue.

It was so thrilling to match the taste of blood.

“What if I really get pregnant?! Why are you doing this?”

Unable to control her bad habits, the woman spewed harsh words and even raised her fist at him.

“Behave.”

“Let me go!”

After twisting her entire body and kicking, the man clicked his tongue and finally withdrew. The long pillar of flesh fell out in one go, and warm bodily fluids dripped down onto the sheets.

That alone didn’t bring relief.

As soon as Grace sat up, she plunged her fingers into her private parts and frantically scooped the inner walls.

“What are you doing?”

“Gasp!”

Before being able to scoop everything out, she was pushed down roughly. Winston, with one hand pressing her belly to prevent her from getting up again, pushed the seed flowing outside back inside.

“If a single drop spills, I’ll put it back in from the beginning.”

“Why, why are you doing this…”

Grace, who collapsed and wailed in despair, the man smiled with a satisfied face as if he had set everything aside.

“My wedding will be celebrated by three, maybe four people.”

Even beyond midnight, the sound of music in the garden did not cease.

Avoiding the crowd, Leon sat on a dark bench and lit a cigar. As he took a long drag from the cigar, he suddenly chuckled.