Lady Class - Chapter 13 (M)

Warning: NSFW Image

She was nothing more than a temporary substitute to manage the estate. Rackley realized that Count Winner had never placed even the slightest expectation on her.

After her mother passed away, an even greater shock swept over her. She had no idea what she was supposed to do or how to conduct herself, and suddenly, she was given an unfamiliar goal—marriage into another noble family.

A maze of uncertainty stretched before her.

As Rackley endured a life veering in an unwanted direction, weighed down by helplessness, Kahn’s lewd words made her reflect on everything that had led her to this point.

But soon, she had no room for other thoughts.

Kahn devoured her lips with the desperation of a desert traveler thirsting for water.

Unlike noble young men or other aristocrats who were cautious even about striking up a conversation at a banquet, he was rough, his grasp on her devoid of any gentleness.

At times, she felt a vulgarity akin to a man harassing a woman in the marketplace, yet her body only grew hotter.

Until now, she had thought of relationships between men and women as nothing more than the joining of bodies and the exchange of saliva. But every time she touched Kahn, she realized it was far more than that.

Kahn showed her things she had never known.

When she was with him, emotions surged within her.

‘Say it. What do you want?’

Recalling his question that struck her heart, Rackley squeezed her eyes shut. Tears trickled down as her dry lips parted.

‘What I want…’

She had never been able to say anything to her overbearing father.

The estate she had dedicated the past eight years to, her life—everything had been taken away in an instant, becoming someone else’s.

For the first time, she realized just how powerless she was.

But she kept her mouth shut, afraid that voicing these feelings would only make her father despise her.

Just like her mother, who had known the truth all along yet never said a word.

‘I don’t want to become like that.’

She recalled her mother, lying helplessly in bed, withering away.

She wanted to protect her own life.

If that was her goal…

If she never wanted to have her place stolen from her again, she needed to learn.

“Ruin me!”

Kahn lifted his head from her chest.

At Rackley’s desperate cry, he curved his lips into a deep smile—

A cruel smile, like that of a demon who had successfully lured a human soul into his grasp. His eyes gleamed in the darkness.

“As you wish.”

With a swift motion, Kahn swept away the bothersome fabric, letting it fall to the floor.

The kitchen table was in complete disarray. A frying pan and an iron pot, which had been cleaned and set out to dry, clattered noisily as they tumbled to the floor.

And then, he laid Rackley on top of it.

She couldn’t see his expression. The moonlight streaming through the window cast shadows over his face, leaving only his gleaming eyes visible in the darkness.

A threatening air surrounded him, and fear suddenly gripped her.

What had she been thinking, trusting this man enough to go through with this?

No matter how much he had respected her wishes that first night, if he chose to push inside her now, there would be no way to stop him.

At the very moment fear crept in—making it feel less like consent and more like force—he grabbed Rackley’s legs and pulled her toward him.

His hips pressed between her thighs. With her underwear stripped away, nothing was left to shield her bare flesh from the thick weight of his groin.

“Ah!”

The heat made her hips twist instinctively.

Kahn hadn’t even removed his pants, yet the rough fabric rubbed against her most sensitive place. His arousal strained against the cloth, as if a single motion—just the unfastening of a buckle—would be enough for him to push inside.

“Ah, no….”

“A practice run,” he murmured. “I should hold back at least once. It wouldn’t be fair if only you got to enjoy this, would it?”

Thud—her whole body jolted. The damp, delicate flesh between her legs was struck repeatedly by the rough fabric of Kahn’s trousers.

A dull ache resonated deep inside her lower abdomen, as if he had already entered her. The impact reached places she hadn’t known could feel such sensation.

The first night she spent with him, she hadn’t even been fully aware of what she was doing. Lost in the feverish heat that clouded her mind, all she could do was gasp out ragged breaths and moan.

Thud. Thud. Each deep, rhythmic shock rocked her body, driving out any lingering fear and replacing it with pure, unfiltered pleasure.

Each time he thrust his hips, his face twisted with intensity. Bracing one hand beside Rackley’s tousled hair, he used the other to grip her waist, holding her firmly in place as he pounded into her relentlessly.

“Hngh… Haa… Ah… Mm…”

Her moans broke apart under the force that reverberated through her entire body.

Kahn showed no signs of tiring, moving with the precision of a machine. The muscles in his neck tensed, his half-lidded eyes never leaving her face.

His gaze burned with the heat of a devoted lover.

Beads of sweat trickled down his cheek, collecting at his jaw before dripping onto Rackley’s skin.

Through the strands of his dark, sweat-dampened hair, Kahn’s eyes burned with raw, unrestrained desire.

Just as she noticed his gaze narrowing, the hand gripping her waist moved up to cradle her cheek. His thick thumb pressed against her lips before slipping inside.

“Hmph!”

“Suck.” His voice was rough. “If I can’t be inside you, at least give me something to finish with.”

His words sent a wave of shame through her. The thought that he couldn’t reach release like this—that she wasn’t enough—pricked at her pride, igniting a deep, uneasy embarrassment.

Rackley pursed her lips, desperately sucking as she rubbed her tongue against the thick digit pressing down inside her mouth. Kahn’s brows drew together, his expression tightening. As his arousal grew, her own mind grew hazy with it.

“Mmh… Mmnh…”

“I wonder if you suck down there just as well, huh?”

“Mmh…”

“But I suppose there’s no way to check since I can’t put it in.”

Keeping her hips pinned down, he ground against her in slow, deliberate circles. The tender flesh between her legs was crushed beneath the rough fabric, sending a deep, overwhelming sensation through her core.

“Ahh!”

It felt as though he would push inside at any moment. Her mind grew hazy, a shiver coursing through her body.

Thud. The relentless motion finally came to a halt as Kahn pulled her into a tight embrace, his lips crashing against hers.

“Mmh… Nngh…”

Just when it felt like he would claim every part of her, his thumb slipped out, only to be replaced by his thick tongue, invading her mouth with the same intensity.

His hips jerked forward in sharp, shallow thrusts as he reached his climax.

Though he could never release inside her, the heat of it still sent tremors through her body.

“Ngh…”

His stifled groan seeped into her, reverberating deep within her chest.

***

“Ah… Kahn!”

Rackley’s body was pushed up against the bedroom window. Dressed in nothing but a thin muslin gown, she gripped the windowsill for support. Behind her, he pressed close, his burning arousal pressing firmly against her backside.

His hot breath brushed against her ear.

“Unless someone has a particular taste for forcefulness,” he murmured, “an honest woman is far more enticing than one who shrinks away in bed.”

Her undergarments had come undone, and from behind, he moved his hips as if thrusting inside her—though he never actually did.

“In that sense,” he murmured, “you need to express yourself more.”

“Ah!”

With a click, he unlatched the window and swung it open.

A rush of humid night air flooded in, making her suddenly aware of just how hot her body had become.

Her room faced the back of the estate, where the servants’ quarters stood. Though the night cloaked the building in darkness, the thought of it being visible made Rackley gasp sharply, her breath catching in her throat.

Rackley tried to pull away, but instead, she ended up leaning back against his chest.

Through the thin muslin fabric, his hand closed around her breast.

“Hnn….”

“Do you really think you lack charm?” he murmured. “Haven’t you noticed the secret glances men throw your way?”

“Kahn, close the window. If the steward wakes up—”

“He might already be awake.”

“Ah… Kahn… ngh!”

The image of Brand, the kind middle-aged steward, flashed through her mind. There were also young, strong servants in the estate. The mere suggestion that they might be watching sent a tight shudder deep inside her abdomen.

“A servant, accustomed to the darkness, might be peering through the windows of the annex,” Kahn murmured. “Watching you. Imagining how luscious these breasts must be, how soft this body feels… listening intently to every little moan.”

“Kahn… Khaaan…”

“We should be generous to the staff, don’t you think?”

With that, he tugged the muslin gown down from her shoulders, pulling it beneath her chest. Her swollen breasts, flushed and peaked with arousal, bounced free into the cool night air.

“Ah… Kahn… ngh!”

Rackley bit her lip, trying to stifle the sounds spilling from her mouth. But then, he gripped her waist firmly, pressing her forward so that her upper body leaned further out the window.

With both hands clutching the windowsill, she had no way to cover her exposed breasts.

The servants might see.

The very thought of another man watching—of unseen eyes lingering on her bare skin—filled her with shame. And yet, the heat in her body only intensified. She was feeling everything even more acutely than before.

“N-no… we can’t…”

“Can’t?” Kahn scoffed. “Servants are meant to witness the secret lives of nobles. They already know what we did last night.”

“Ah!”

A chill brushed against her exposed skin—he had lifted her skirt up to her waist, baring her completely. The cool night air tingled against her flushed flesh, making her tense instinctively.

“Y-you… you can’t put it in…”

“I know the rules,” Kahn murmured. “If you don’t want it, I won’t.”

Whether it was the front or the back, both openings clenched and trembled as she pleaded for him not to enter. The sight made Kahn chuckle.

In front of him, there was no such thing as a modest, well-mannered lady.

Every woman eventually succumbed, spreading her legs and begging him to take her.

‘How long will you be able to resist?’

Kahn deliberately pressed the tip of his shaft over her hole, thrusting forward. Soft flesh enveloped his, rubbing against it.

Kahn’s throat rumbled. Tendons stood up in his neck.

“Ah!”

Pressing against her back, he squeezed her thighs. His cock pressed between her crotch, pressing against her pussy.

The scent of his body, wet and thick, his heat and sweat, enveloped her.

His hands roamed down her body, pulling her dress further down her breasts and then, poof, up behind her. His cock slid out, scraping against the delicate flesh, then pushed against the flesh of her thighs, driving in quickly. The glans slapped against her swollen clit.

He rubbed and pressed against the tip, as if there were a hole there. A chilling sensation shot through her body.

“Ah… ah…”

“The servants in this secluded villa have no lovers of their own,” Kahn murmured filthily against her ear. “Grant them a blessing, my lady. From now on, they’ll fall asleep each night with only the memory of your body to pleasure themselves to.”

His wicked whisper sent a hot shiver down her spine.

“Haa… ugh… Kahn… Khaan…”

“They might already be watching, silently stroking themselves to the sound of your moans.”

“Hhic… ah… no, we can’t…”

“You’re clenching so tightly, squirming like this… And yet, you’re still saying no?”

Thud. Though he hadn’t entered her, his length slid along her inner thighs, pressing firmly as it moved back and forth.

Coated in his precum and her own arousal, it glided effortlessly against her slick folds.

It was so thick, so hot. Even with her mouth already full of saliva, Rackley swallowed dryly.

A deep itch spread inside her—a need that reached far beyond where he was rubbing against her. It ached in the tender parts of her inner walls, in a place that should never crave him.

Thud!

“Ah… ahh… hnn…”

The tip of his length pressed against her clitoris, rubbing against it as if he meant to strip away its protective hood entirely.

‘Not there…’

The thought barely formed in Rackley’s mind before—thud!—another upward thrust sent a jolt through her body. Though he hadn’t entered her, the impact reverberated deep inside, as if something within her core had been struck.

His lewd voice only fueled the heat coursing through her, pushing her deeper into the haze of pleasure.