Chapter 45: A Perverse Request

Chapter 45 – A Perverse Request 

Vianut spoke with a subtle smile as if daring her to guess what he meant. He met her eyes then slowly moved his hand, drawing her gaze to follow his movement, that had been holding the chair’s armrest and hooked his trousers’ belt.

“I don’t need to tell you anything, right? You are a prostitute anyway.” He ridiculed as his large hand, which was bigger than her face, pulled his shirt free from his trousers.

As he untied the knot of his trousers, he bit the top of his shirt, revealing his six-pack abs in his torso. It looked like a bumpy mud—or rather, hard rocks.

As he slowly breathed, the muscles there rippled and hardened – a sensual sight for an inexperienced Gris. The more she saw how thick and sturdy his upper body is, the more she felt a strange, morbid desire drum against her heartbeat.

However, soon, her brain engaged itself. Gris finally realized what he meant by his words. It was the thing she loathed seeing in the brothel — the picture of a woman sucking the man, making all sorts of shameful sounds.

And right now, Duke Vianut was expressing his amorous desire for that. And she speculated the reason he chose this approach was because it was better for him than to spill his seeds to some woman. After all, through this, he would be able to eliminate the threat of illegitimate offspring’s conception while also obtaining the high he was seeking for as a man.

Suddenly, the thought of the naked face of the noble duke before her in the garden entered her mind.

Is it true that he made other girls lick him? What was his reaction when the girl’s lips touched his?

Then, an image of him looking down at her languidly crossed her mind. She imagined the sounds he produced with his sleek lips during the act. At that, she couldn’t help but to feel numb as her lower abdomen clenched.

However, she didn’t understand why her body was reacting this way. Perhaps it was because she was afraid? Or maybe…

Gris stopped, feeling her heartbeat throbbing. Alarmed by the unknown feeling and sensation, she immediately lowered her head and tucked it in, averting her gaze away from him.

“Your Grace… this lowly one…”

Even before she finished her sentence, Vianut lightly snorted, scorning her as if he knew what she meant and didn’t believe it for one whit.

“Try it once.” He flatly ordered as he tightly pulled her naturally untied hair, not letting go and making her feel as if it was tied to his hand.

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However, his grasp suddenly gentled and he slowly moved his fingers around as if to feel its softness. It was supposed to feel gentle, but when his hard fingertips touched his scalp, Gris’ body froze, lips trembling.

After all, she had, not even once, tried sucking a man with her lips. And if this man was experienced in this, he would have known immediately that she was inexperienced once she tried to do it to him. And she couldn’t let him know this. Because once he knew it, he would become suspicious of her background, which was the last thing she needed.

God, how much more miserable should I live in order for You to allow me to meet Johannes? Can I still meet him? When I don’t know if he had already flown to another land or not.

Gris’ lips quivered. Her determination to survive regardless of what it took gradually faded from her. Though she had known of what will become of her future once she left the brothel, she was still unprepared for this. Right now, her life wasn’t any different from her dreams where she was being chased, robbed, and killed by a mysterious man.

As such, she wondered whether letting this weary and lonely life of hers to end would be a better choice or not.

“Maybe…”

A regretful tone spread through the gaps of her teeth. She did not expect that she would ever have to say these words — not even once she had arrived in this beautiful mansion, did she think these words would escape from her lips — in front of the mighty Duke.

“… Just kill…”

The reason why she couldn’t say it all at once is because of the remaining hope in her heart.

The reality is that she wanted to live. She wanted to love and be loved. She did not want to die cursing Billton from the Brothel, Stephan, or Duke Vianut. Because she wanted to die a peaceful death.

Alas… he was a cruel man, who wouldn’t spare her any dignity nor hear her out, even in his half-naked state. Thus, she could only look at him resentfully, holding back her nausea as her words echoed louder and louder between them.

“Please kill me instead.”

Suddenly, the study room darkened because of the dark clouds outside. However, you could still see a vague shape of a man with shining blue eyes inside. And one couldn’t help but think of a wolf in a cave when they saw this sight.

“You prefer to die? Why?” He asked, a mocking gaze alight in his orbs. But there was an unmistakable hint of curiosity in there for a prostitute’s refusal to succumb.

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