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"Would you be satisfied if we made our child a fatherless child?"
"Who says you're a fatherless child? I'll make one for you! There are so many better father candidates out there than you."
"How can you know what kind of father I am without giving me a chance?"
"I already know you're a glutton."
Grace quickly rounded the landing and glanced up. The man had a face that looked as if humiliation had been stabbing at his heart. It was so obvious even in a fleeting glance that her heart swelled with excitement.
Only then did Grace suddenly realize.
The twisted pleasure he felt from torturing that man would be no different from the pleasure he felt from torturing me.
At that moment, Grace's hands began to break out in a cold sweat as she realized that she was the same monster as the man, a monster that he could understand.
No, I'm not the same. I'm just paying back what was done to me.
It was a moment when I was running around the landing of a certain floor, holding on tightly to the railing.
"Grace, please!"
She thought she heard a voice right behind her, and then the man's fingertips barely brushed against her wrist. Startled, Grace lost her balance the moment she took her hand off the railing.
"omg!"
no.
As she was about to fall down the stairs, holding the child in her arms, Winston grabbed her wrist as if he was trying to grab it. As soon as she felt relieved, she felt pain in her wrist where she had been held.
"Ah, it hurts... ."
The pain disappeared immediately, and then a familiar perfume wafted into my lungs, and my vision went dark.
"Then you get hurt."
The man pulled Grace into his arms and whispered in her ear. He could feel the pleasure in her rapid breathing.
"Even the child is at risk."
He lowered his gaze. The child between them was squirming and squirming under the blanket.
"Are you in your right mind?"
What an incredibly shameless thing to say. Grace glared at the man and spat out the words fiercely through her clenched teeth.
"Do I look crazy?"
"Me too. I'm going crazy too."
A man who was about to go crazy was smiling with the corners of his mouth raised. No matter how you looked at it, it was a crazy face.
The hand that had been holding the back of her neck loosened and reached into her hat. Grace flinched as if she had been stabbed by a knife as the soft hand dug into her hair.
"It's short. Are you trying to dress up as a man?"
A soft laugh settled into her ear. The man lifted his head and looked down at Grace with eyes that were blazing with heat.
"With this face and body, disguising yourself as a man? Who would fall for it?"
The other hand that had been holding her elbow slowly moved up her arm. The three layers of cloth were no use. Goosebumps appeared faintly where her hand had touched. Grace held her breath and glared at the man.
"You look at me like I'm looking at a bug, but I find even that good...."
The moment the thick, protruding collarbone under the sharp-faced man's chin began to vibrate, Grace's heart also fluttered.
"I'm totally crazy about you."
"... ... ."
That's fortunate. That's what I was hoping for.
My throat was so choked up that I couldn't make a sound.
But that was only half of my revenge. If I couldn't disappear forever, my revenge wouldn't be complete.
The proof that revenge was still unfinished was right before my eyes. Looking at her complexion, which was so bright that it was no exaggeration to say it was shining, and her appearance, which was no different from a year ago, I wondered if this man had been truly suffering all this time. To this madman who enjoyed chasing people more than anything, chasing her might have been nothing more than an exciting game.
I was in a more miserable state than anyone else: covered in sweat, with my hair cut short like a man's, and my blouse covered in stains and wrinkles left by the baby.
In the end, nothing had changed at all from before. I was beyond disappointed and almost angry.
While Grace was balling her fists in her coat pockets, the man continued his deliberate actions. No, he began to act blatantly. His soft fingertips slid up to touch the back of her neck, which was sticky with cold sweat, and his hot palm covered her cheek, his thumb pressing down on Grace's lower lip.
The man wet his dry lips with the tip of his tongue. Grace took a deep breath as the beast licked its lips.
Her bright red lips let out a hot breath. The skin that touched his hand was warm and moist. Grace's body was hot. It wasn't the cold body in the dream.
In my nightmares, I only touched dead women, and finally I touched a living woman. Now, it felt like a dream.
Leon lowered his head, his lips breathing sweetly without pause. It was like a dream. Instead of hot flesh, his lips were touched by cold metal. It was really like a dream.
"Let go right now."
Grace threatened the man, pressing the gun to his lips. He lowered his gaze to the gun for a moment, then raised it, looked into Grace's eyes, and smirked.
'You can't kill me. No, you don't even intend to kill me.'
I thought I could clearly hear the mocking voice. Could it really be? It was at that moment that I was holding the grip as if telling him to look closely, and I was moving my thumb to the safety device under the slide.
Crazy guy.
The man's lips parted and his pure white teeth bit the end of the gun barrel. He smiled with the corners of his eyes and licked the gun barrel with the tip of his tongue as if he was caressing her body. At that moment, Grace flinched and held her breath as the familiar sensation of that soft, sticky flesh slid across her body. The man who had been watching all of this smiled with the corners of his mouth twisted and closed his eyes tightly.
You crazy kid.
It was a time when only the sound of heavy breathing could be heard.
"cadet-."
Grace came to her senses the moment she heard Ellie's voice and pulled the gun out of the man's mouth.
Look at this. You can't kill me.
The moment Leon opened his eyes, the bottom of the pistol grip was flying towards his eyes. He tilted his head back to avoid the grip that was about to hit his face. Grace seemed to have used this opportunity to try to escape his grasp, but Leon grabbed the wrist holding the gun and pressed the inside hard with his thumb.
"Ahh!"
As soon as his hand opened on its own and the pistol fell to the floor with a thud, Leon kicked it aside. The pistol slid across the carpet with a dull thud and came to a stop in the middle of the hallway next to the stairs.
"I told you it hurt, you son of a bitch!"
"Yeah. I love you too, honey."
The man released Grace's wrist as if throwing it away, and immediately wrapped his arms around her waist as she swayed, losing her balance. Immediately afterwards, his other hand dug under her skirt.
"You crazy bastard, what are you doing out here with people walking by?"
"Disarmament. This means, please, stop the war and let's resolve it peacefully."
At that moment, a janitor who happened to be passing by the hallway looked at the two with astonishment, covered his mouth, and hurriedly disappeared. Was he trying to call the security guard? Even if he did, if he found out this man's identity, he would not only not interfere, but would probably even force Grace into this man's room.
Meanwhile, the man groped Grace's thigh without groaning even as she punched or scratched him, then finally unhooked his military dagger from its holster and threw it down the stairs.
"I guess I should search the body too."
"Ugh... ."
The moment her hand reached into her bloomers, Grace froze.
"Of course, in bed."
Fortunately, the hand withdrew as soon as it entered. As the hand that came out of the skirt pushed up her chin, Grace had no choice but to force herself to meet the man's eyes. As if the passion from a moment ago had been a lie, Leon Winston's eyes were on the edge of a cliff.
Thanks to that, who is on the edge of a cliff now? I'm getting angry.
"Let's start with a conversation."
"Stop talking nonsense."
The man let out a short sigh, then looked at Grace with blank eyes and asked.
"Then tell me just one thing. What must I do to earn your forgiveness?"
"...what?"
Grace was speechless for a moment.
"Ha, forgiveness. Dreams are big. And don't forget. I don't care about you or hold any grudges against you."
The man, who had been silent, looked at Grace with lost eyes as she snorted and muttered in resignation.
"It's better than not having you."
Arms tightened around her waist. The man began to hug and caress Grace, and a sigh of relief brushed her ear.
Now, there was nothing left to resist. Just when I was despairing that I was being dragged helplessly into this man's room, a savior appeared.
"Eww!"
"Are you crazy? The baby is suffocating!"
The moment the man suddenly lost consciousness and fell away, Grace slammed her left knee between his legs. She failed to hit him, but succeeded in making the man take a step back.
As soon as he showed an opening, Grace ran into the hallway and picked up the pistol.
"Ha... This is driving me crazy."
As Leon took a step closer, sighing in exhaustion, the slide snapped back. Grace pulled the trigger without a single warning.
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