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"I shouldn't like this... This is driving me crazy."
Why can't it be? The man mumbled something incomprehensible and opened his eyes that had been tightly shut. Grace looked into his feverish eyes and recalled the past.
It was a look of defenselessness that seemed like it could easily kill her. The man showed the look in his eyes that he had only shown when he was at the peak of pleasure, and today, he showed it from the moment he buried his body in Grace.
"Grace."
The man called her name again and hugged her. His firm chest pressed down on Grace's bulging chest, and their skins touched each other. Grace's complicated feelings about feeling body heat, which was the source of her suffering and her only comfort at that time, were not much different now.
The man who had been covering her dry lips due to his hot breath turned her waist while supporting her lower back.
"They say it might hurt if you wear this."
"Ahh... ."
As soon as the buried penis began to rotate and stir her insides, a dizzying pleasure surged. The man watched her with eyes that thought it was so obvious that she was dizzy from the slight movement of her waist, and then asked.
"Are you sick?"
At that moment, I felt awkward, like when a man tells me he doesn't want any more children. It felt like I was belly-to-belly with a stranger I had never seen before.
I hope that you will abandon this kind of hypocrisy along with reason.
Grace squeezed the bottom.
"I'll take it slow."
Leon kissed the cheek of the urging woman and began to shake his hips.
"Ah, uh... ."
"ha...."
The flesh spread and tightened along his shape. The woman's arms and legs wrapped around his body like flesh, shuddering. He could feel the body in his arms getting hot. Leon couldn't help but shudder as well.
As their bodies mingled, Grace became more and more disoriented under him. He couldn't take his eyes off her increasingly reddening cheeks. Her blue-green eyes, revealed through her half-open eyelids, were unfocused.
He buried his head in Grace's nape. The familiar breaths and moans, along with the scent he had missed, poured into him. His heart pounded.
Leon opened all his senses and took in everything Grace had to offer. It was ecstatic, but he couldn't say that this moment was like a dream.
The love affair in the dream was sad and painful.
For the past three years, he had occasionally dreamed of Grace and her, but he had felt only pain, not pleasure. It was no different from when he had dreamed of Daisy as a child.
You too, I wonder. What on earth were you thinking when you came to my bed?
Leon's eyes slowly darkened as he watched the woman moaning, unable to control her body due to her passion. In the past, he had thought that he was devouring this woman, but now he felt like he was being devoured.
Grace, today is our first day. So please forget about that day.
Leon shook his hips solely for her pleasure, hoping she would forget everything he had done.
"More... . A little more, roughly... ."
Maybe he had already forgotten. Grace had changed. She was being aggressive and demanding of him.
"Haah, there... A little harder, huh, yeah, like that... Ah... That feels good."
The woman who had tried not to feel before was now trying to feel. Leon watched with disbelief as Grace willingly enjoyed countless climaxes with his body.
All day, all she had done was try to seduce him. The daughter believed that there was no way that a woman who had said no to her would want to have sex with him, even if she had given permission. But this woman, not only had she locked herself in the dressing room, but now she had spread her legs and was pulling Leon's hand between them.
"Touch me... ."
I would be happy to accommodate such a request.
"Call me a whore. If you don't like it, I'll treat you like a dog."
But I couldn't grant such a suspicious request. I thought it was a test or a mockery, but the woman was serious.
"I don't do that anymore."
Leon shook his waist to appease Grace, who repeatedly made suspicious demands. Beneath him, the woman's vagina continued to grow wet and sloppy. The sound of flesh rubbing against flesh continued without stopping, and at one point, the woman stiffened her body and reached an explosive climax. Every time that happened, she looked at me as if she couldn't believe my violent reaction.
The moment Grace's body dropped, the overwhelming pleasure caused her to stop her thrusting waist, and her face, which had been contorted due to the overwhelming pleasure, relaxed and a satisfied smile appeared on her face. In the past, it was a smile that could only be seen once in a flash after hanging on for several hours.
So Grace lay under him all night, laughing and smiling. So lovingly.
Suddenly, the inner wall tightened around him without mercy, and his breathing became choked as if his throat was being strangled. At the moment when he reached an ecstasy that he could not refuse, like a mere creature crushed in the hands of God, Grace placed her hand on his chest. As if to feel his heartbeat. Intoxicated by the hope this woman gave him, Leon fearlessly gave his heart.
"I love you, Grace."
It was the last night in the annex, something I couldn't say.
Leon came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and stopped in his tracks at the unexpected sight.
Grace, sitting on the edge of the bed with her back to him, was fumbling around, unable to fasten her bra hook like in the morning. He watched her trembling hands blankly, then smiled and walked over to fasten the hook for her.
"I don't think it was done too violently."
Even in the bathroom, he couldn't stand properly, his legs were shaking, and it seemed like he had no strength in his arms.
"By the way, why are you wearing clothes?"
Leon asked, hugging the woman from behind as she picked up her slip from the floor.
"Are you going to see Ellie? Should I bring her here?"
But Grace pulled her hand away without answering and stood up. Leon watched her put on the nightgown that was lying on the bed and fasten the laces, and the smile slowly disappeared from his face.
But Grace was the first to kiss him, cupping his cheek. It was the moment when his hopes, which had been half-dead, were about to be revived with a single sweet kiss.
"Thank you for your hard work. I wish I could give you money, but you have more. At least give me a kiss."
The woman treated him like a male prostitute. And so, her hopes were dashed.
The woman who had been observing his complexion raised her eyebrows and asked a cruel question in a voice laced with laughter.
"Did you think I slept with you because I loved you? Why did I?"
No, I knew you didn't love me. I knew you were going to do this from the moment I saw the dangerous resolve on your face as you stood in front of my bed.
You only plan on getting revenge on me.
Even though he knew that, Leon was intoxicated with foolish and vain hopes while sharing his passion with her. In the end, he pretended not to hear his intuition telling him that he shouldn't do it now and ended up telling her that he loved her.
In the end, it was a kiss that returned his true confession of love. A kiss that was no different from an old coin thrown to a beggar as a charity.
I believed that everything had changed, but the relationship had not changed. Only the one who gave the pain and the one who received it had changed.
"You're still doing well."
Grace taunted me, patting my shoulder, which was now unbearable.
The man's eyes wavered. Their original color was pale, but the dejected light that colored them was deep. Grace even twisted the corners of her lips as she practiced.
"I didn't miss you, but I did miss your stuff."
"Anything. If you missed me, then you haven't forgotten me."
The smile forced onto her face, which clearly showed signs of suffering, seemed dangerously close to breaking.
It gives hope and then takes it away.
It was a technique to kill a person's soul that I learned from that man during my time in prison.
Grace, who returned to lay down next to Ellie, tossed and turned repeatedly. Her body felt relieved, but her mind did not feel as relieved as she had expected.
I wonder if that guy felt this way when he treated me like a prostitute.
Looking back, I didn't have a happy face every time.
I was lost in thought, staring into the vast darkness. Then I heard the doorknob turn quietly, and someone came in with muffled footsteps.
Even just a faint movement could tell it was the man. Grace pretended to sleep while holding Ellie close. As time passed quietly like that, she became more and more curious.
The expectation that he would shamelessly come into bed and lie down was wrong. The man seemed to be sitting in a chair far from the bed. She could feel his gaze watching her and the child, who were not visible in the dark.
Grace, who had been listening to the man's breathing without realizing it, naturally recalled what she had heard while washing Ellie that night.
"Ellie is going to give her dad two presents."
"why?"
"Dad, you can't get presents from Santa."
Of course, that's true. Because he's a bad guy.
But the reason Ellie gave was completely different from what Grace had decided on her own.
"When Dad first saw Ellie, he cried."
"Crying? That's ridiculous. Didn't it rain?"
"Oh no! Tears fell from your eyes and Ellie quickly wiped them away."
Now I understand why I didn't feel relieved. I went to defeat the monster, but I came across a human.
Don't be like this. Please remain a monster that is easy to hate.
Naked emotions were harder to face than naked bodies.