Lady Class - Chapter 11

Only after he left did Rackley finally exhale the breath she had been unconsciously holding in.

She hadn’t even realized she was holding it.

‘Are all gigolos like that?’

He was likely a commoner, but because he dealt with nobles, he carried himself with an air of authority and arrogance. His body was well-built, his gaze sharp, and his hands moved with effortless grace. There was none of the desperate hunger for survival that she sometimes saw in the eyes of commoners.

It was a kind of charm she had never encountered before.

And yet, that very man—when he had stripped off his clothes, when he had looked at her with burning eyes, when he had moved so passionately—had given her a pleasure unlike anything she had ever known.

Rackley shook her head, trying to rid herself of the memory of the previous night.

“It was just an accident.”

But despite her words, the heat in her face refused to fade.

And that same heat… returned to engulf her once more that night.

***

“Haah.”

Rackley exhaled a warm breath and sat up.

It was so hot that even the thin blanket had been pushed aside. The muslin dress worn as sleepwear had ridden up, exposing dry thighs and underwear. But Rackley didn’t pull it down.

When she wiped her neck, her hand was soaked with sweat. The muslin dress clung to her body, damp with perspiration.

“It’s hot.”

The heat of the first night had returned.

Feverish warmth spread through her body, making her more sensitive.

Even after drinking water from the nightstand, the heat within her didn’t subside. Instead, her thirst grew worse.

“What’s wrong with me?”

It was similar to yesterday. No, it was even worse than yesterday. The heat was especially concentrated below, making her twitch with a tingling sensation, and her nipples stood taut. Even the slightest touch made her body react.

She wanted to scratch it. To touch herself somehow and ease the sensation.

Rackley clenched the dress that had ridden up to her thighs, resisting the impulse. Her fingertips twitched, eager to move.

She didn’t want to remember, but fragments of last night’s memories surfaced in disarray.

‘It’s so hot inside. I can tell your little hole is twitching.’

His fingers, thick and long, slid into her vagina and worked promiscuously. When he withdrew his fingers, she could feel the pressure of the flesh inside. Then he slid back in, rubbing every inch of her inner walls. A toe-curling shudder sent her throat back and she barely managed a whimper, a breath.

He sucked on the nape of her neck, rolling her earlobe in his mouth. He stuck his tongue in and nipped her earlobe.

A squeaky wet sound came out. The sound of his saliva-soaked, sticky tongue against her hole made her cry out and twist her hips.

‘Scrub it, it’ll feel good.’

Kahn moved her fingers from their grip on the sheet and had her rub her clit on her own. When she didn’t do a good job, he pressed his fingertips against hers, showing her how to move.

‘Mmm.’

She tensed down there, remembering last night. She didn’t know yesterday, but today she know what this heat is.

She was in heat. Her body was aroused. Hoping for pleasure, hoping for a man.

‘Hmm.’

Rackley instinctively moved her hand. A shuddering tremor ran through her, and she let out a heated moan. Then, startled, she quickly raised her dampened hand.

Her fingertips were slick with her own fluids. A humid scent wafted up, tickling her nose. Her heart pounded so hard it seemed to shake her entire body. The pleasure she had felt from touching herself lingered, consuming her.

Hurriedly, Rackley made her way to the kitchen. She wanted to cool her body with ice, just as she had done the night before.

It was futile, but she had to struggle against it. Otherwise, something would happen.

As she passed through the sitting room, her gaze caught on the door to Kahn’s room at the edge of her vision. She quickly looked away.

After dinner, Kahn had gone to his bedroom and hadn’t come out since.

Rackley had spent the night straining her ears, alert for any sound outside her door, wondering if he might sneak into her room. But even after the butler had retired to the annex, Kahn hadn’t left his room.

Realizing she had been the only one preoccupied with such thoughts filled her with belated embarrassment, making sleep impossible.

So she had taken the sleeping pills Irina had given her. She had closed her eyes, waiting for sleep to come.

But instead of drifting off, her body only grew hotter, forcing her awake.

No matter what she did, the heat wouldn’t subside, leading her to this moment.

“Huuuh.”

As soon as she stepped into the kitchen to retrieve some ice, Rackley collapsed onto the floor. A wave of dizziness washed over her.

The surroundings were dark and silent. Only her ragged breaths echoed in the stillness. Even the air she exhaled felt hot.

In her sudden fall, her knees parted, revealing her underwear. A damp, round stain had formed from her own fluids, but she didn’t think to cover herself.

As she fumbled with her underwear, it pressed against her clit. That little stimulus was enough to make her unbearable.

Would it calm down if I touched it?

“Just a little…….”

She raised her hands and covered her breasts with her clothes. Hardened nipples pressed against her palms. Without warning, Rackley’s hands tightened and squeezed her breasts. A shiver ran through her.

Her other hand slipped between her legs and closed over her clit. Her juices soaked through her tiny underwear. Her fingertips slid over it, slick with her juices.

“Ah…”

A pleasure surged up to the crown of her head, turning her vision white.

Her eyelids fluttered shut on their own as she surrendered to the sensation.

“Ah, hnn… uhh…”

Rubbing wasn’t enough. Her hand moved in a circular motion over it. The circle her hand drew grew bigger and bigger. Rackley’s fingers pushed the soaking wet underwear aside and went into the hole.

The moist inner walls were hot.

Her legs shook with a shudder as her lower abdomen contracted. Rackley rubbed the back of her head against the wall and let out a moan.

“Ah, ahh.”

If she moved a little more, if she went in a little more.

“Yeah, yeah.”

Rackley lifted her moist eyes, her breath mingling with the wet sounds that filled the silence.

And then, her gaze met Kahn’s.

He had been watching her. Watching as she touched herself.

“Ah…”

Her body froze. For a brief moment, even the heat that had been consuming her seemed to vanish.

How long had he been watching?

She remained stiff, staring at him, when his eyes slowly drifted downward.

Only then did Rackley hastily pull her hand away. But even that small movement sent a sharp wave through her overly sensitive body, forcing a moan from her lips.

Frantically, she tugged at the hem of her dress, covering her legs.

“Ugh…”

Her face burned with humiliation.

Time, which had seemed to stop in shock, began to move again.

Her body continued to respond, the sensation refusing to fade. The clumsy touch of her own fingers had only stirred her desire further, intensifying the unbearable thirst within her.

She remembered the pleasure Kahn had given her last night. He had erected his cock like an animal. Grabbed her waist from behind and rubbed it against her pussy like he was going to enter her at any moment.

A hot penis, like a hard club. The thing between his legs that felt huge, like a stallion in heat.

It pulsed and throbbed roughly against her pussy.

With each thrust between her legs, the hard, arrowhead-like tip brushed against her clit in front of her.

His big hands squeezing her breasts like they were going to burst, his voice spitting out obscenities, one after another.

Everything about him turned her on and pushed her down into the pit of degradation.

‘No, stop.’

The fantasies that had grown uncontrollably took over her head.

Rackley curled her lip and bit down, shaking her head. She felt like she was going to groan. A groan would be better. She was afraid of what else might come out.

She lowered her head, her hair falling loose and spilling over the thin muslin. Her hair ruffled and stirred her breasts. Her nipples stood erect, pushing up against her underwear.

“Hmph…… hmph, hmph.”

He looked like a beast in heat.

As the heat rose to her eyes, tears began to well up.

She could feel herself reaching her limit.

“Do you need help?”

Kahn’s voice, watching her struggle for breath, shook the fragile remains of her rationality.

‘No. No, Rackley.’

She needed to say it wasn’t necessary, but she couldn’t open her mouth. She couldn’t even lift her head.

If she looked at him, the last bit of control she had would snap.

‘Please… just ignore this and leave.’

But she had heard stories. That men were beasts who took women as they pleased, driven by their desires.

If he were to force himself on her here, she would have to pretend it never happened—for her own sake.

If word got out that she had lost her purity before marriage, the one who would suffer society’s scorn would be her.

The thought sent a chill of fear through her, making her heart pound violently in her chest. Her head spun, her eyelids burned.

He might force himself on her.

How sweet that would be.

‘No, I’m insane. I can’t.’

Her instincts and her reason battled fiercely.

Shaking her head, she tried to rid herself of the thoughts that followed.

How had things come to this?

Just then, from the edge of her blurred vision, she saw his feet turn away.

“Ah!”

Kahn had been about to close the kitchen door when a desperate, breathy moan made him pause and turn around.

There, in the dim light of the kitchen—where a servant could walk in at any moment—stood a woman, her skirts hitched up, touching herself.

Her face was twisted with helpless desire, as if she had been wronged by a scoundrel.

Startled, Rackley scrambled to her feet, her skirts falling back into place, hiding her bare legs. But the sight of them had already burned itself into Kahn’s mind.

And just how wet she had been between them.

Her eyes refused to meet his. With her face flushed deep red, she squeezed her eyes shut and spoke.

“Y-you can’t tell anyone about this lesson.”

Her voice trembled, and with the motion of her words, her barely concealed breasts quivered beneath the thin fabric.

“And… you can’t put it in.”

Kahn licked his dry lips, realizing something.

He had thought he was the one leading this game.

But now, hearing her say those words, he understood—he had been waiting for this moment all along.

“I have to save my first night for my future husband.”

She reiterated the importance of preserving her chastity.

Kahn knew better than anyone just how firm that barrier was.

Even in the haze of her pleasure, even as his touch sent her trembling, whenever the tip of him so much as grazed her entrance, she would tense and push back.

It was a blow to his pride as a man.

She was the kind of woman who provoked a man’s desire to conquer.

He had no intention of forcing himself inside her.

But he wanted to make her beg for it.

And then—Rackley made the first move.

“If you keep your promise… I’ll take the Lady’s lessons.”