Lady Class - Chapter 14 (M)

“You think you want to lick her breasts. You’ll imagine how you’d like to have your hole pounded by me from the window, and you’re still a virgin.”

It was invisible, yet she could feel the servant’s gaze.

A sense of unease, fearing that rumors might spread. But an even greater thrill struck her crown. A tingling sensation spread through her shoulders and the back of her neck, filling her mind with a crackling intensity.

The firm muscles pressing against her back, the deep scent of sweat, the hot breath warming her ear—everything was stimulating her.

“Would you imagine taking a servant’s length into this open, moaning mouth? After all, there are plenty of mistresses who find pleasure in sucking their servant’s manhood.”

“No, ah, aah….”

As if he had read Rackley’s thoughts, he whispered into her ear.

“Did you imagine it? How indecent.”

“No, no… hngh, ah… aah….”

Her thighs tensed as she involuntarily tightened around him, pressing the rigid heat further inside herself.

With words and actions beyond anything Rackley had ever imagined, he shattered her preconceptions.

This was nothing like the stories told by noble ladies or even the maids.

Instead, he awakened unfamiliar sensations within her—ones she had never experienced before.

Puck, his penis violated her.

“Ah, ahhh…….”

What if it really came in.

His arms fell away and he hugged her from behind. His roots touched the inside of her ass. The sound of his pounding heart spread across her back.

Her mind went blank.

“Hmph…….”

“Not yet.”

Kahn pulled her deeper into his arms, capturing her chin and pressing his lips to hers. His thighs rubbed against hers, tightening as if he were penetrating her, but it was less stimulating than vaginal.

Since he had always sought release as a means of relieving stress, he never thought much of whether a woman was truly satisfied.

But now, being unable to go further left him with an unfamiliar sense of frustration.

If he adjusted the angle just slightly, he could enter. The opening was right there, yet he remained just outside.

The growing impatience of being unable to reach his climax only intensified his frustration.

‘I just have to make her beg for it. A little stubbornness like this…’

But just then, the woman in his arms suddenly went limp.

“Mm…”

“My lady?”

Her body sagged against him, completely devoid of strength. Sensing that something was wrong, Kahn lightly tapped Rackley’s cheek.

She had passed out from climaxing yesterday as well, so he assumed the same had happened again.

But her face was burning hot.

This wasn’t the heat of pleasure—it was something else. Her entire body felt unusually warm.

“Damn.”

Kahn quickly gathered her in his arms and laid her down on the bed.

 

***

 

“It’s a cold.”

Even as dawn crept in dimly, the fever showed no sign of breaking. Unable to wait any longer, Kahn called for the butler.

Butler Brandt didn’t ask why Kahn was in Rackley’s bedroom. Instead, he calmly observed her condition, tucked under the blanket up to her chin, and made his diagnosis.

“It seems she caught a cold from getting rained on yesterday.”

“In this heat?”

“People catch colds in the summer too.”

“So I had her bathe.”

“Young ladies tend to be delicate.”

Kahn scoffed at Brandt’s words.

Delicate? He couldn’t accept that. Even as she cried out in pleasure, she had persistently resisted, saying he mustn’t. That wasn’t something a frail young lady could do.

“If the damp towel warms up, just soak it in water again and place it back on her forehead.”

Without being asked, Brandt offered instructions on how to care for her.

He had mentioned that once the rain stopped yesterday, there was much to do—repairs to the villa, road maintenance, and so on. Understanding the situation, Kahn accepted the task of looking after her.

“Fine. I’ll stay with her, so you can go.”

“Thank you.”

As he watched the butler leave, Kahn turned his gaze to the sleeping Rackley. Seeing her flushed face from the fever, he let out a dry chuckle.

He had come to this villa to avoid discussions of marriage, yet now he found himself nursing a young lady he had met by chance. Fate had certainly tangled them in an unusual way.

“Mmm…”

As she shifted in her sleep, the damp towel slipped from her forehead onto the pillow. Kahn perched on the bed and gently placed it back on her forehead.

 

***

 

“Hoo…” Rackley barely managed to open her eyes. Even though she was lying down, her body felt sluggish, and her eyelids were heavy.

‘Why does my body feel so heavy?’

She struggled to sit up, but something felt off—she couldn’t feel her undergarments. Her muslin nightdress was still on, but the inner layer that should have been there was missing. Confused, she turned her head, only to lock eyes with Kahn, who was sitting comfortably on the sofa.

Judging by his posture, he had been there for quite some time. He wore glasses and held a book in one hand.

She had assumed he was nothing more than a gigolo who played around with women, but with his glasses on, he looked rather intellectual.

‘Come to think of it, he was reading a book yesterday too.’

It had only been three days since she met him. Just three days.

As soon as their eyes met, Kahn took off his glasses.

“How’s your body?”

“…What?”

With that short question, the events of last night flooded back into her mind.

She remembered how she had lost control and asked him to teach her the “Lady Class.”

A rush of heat spread across her face in an instant. Just then, he stepped toward her and reached out his hand.

Last night, those fingers had entered her mouth. His long, thick fingers had pressed against her tongue, scraped her palate, and rubbed against the soft inner tissue.

As if trying to relieve the desire he couldn’t fully satisfy, his fingers had moved in and out, teasingly. Saliva she couldn’t swallow had dripped from the corner of her lips.

And the way he had looked at her—those intense eyes watching her climax.

Rackley instinctively averted her gaze and bit her lip.

“You still have a slight fever.”

His hand lingered on her forehead for a moment before pulling away. There was no other contact.

“You must have caught a cold from getting soaked in the rain yesterday. Want some water?”

“Ah, yes.”

Kahn acted as if nothing had happened last night. He was completely unfazed, while she alone was hyper-aware of him, making her face burn even more.

Now that she thought about it, he was quite the gentleman during the day.

As she took a sip of water, her nerves began to settle. When he gestured as if asking if she wanted another glass, she shook her head lightly, and he took the cup back.

“…Thanks for staying by my side.”

“I can’t have my precious student falling ill.”

Despite his words, he didn’t cling to her. There was no hint of the submissive attitude a hired worker usually showed toward their employer.

Instead, he smirked playfully.

“I thought you had fainted from pleasure.”

“You…!”

It was as if he was deliberately using crude words. It didn’t match the polite demeanor he had shown her.

But Rackley thought she understood why he was doing this.

“…Let’s just pretend it never happened. I agreed to take the lessons, didn’t I?”

There was no need for him to keep bringing up last night by making such provocative remarks.

One of his eyebrows twitched slightly, but he said nothing in response.

Her body still felt heavy and weak. Now that her thirst had been quenched, drowsiness washed over her again. Checking the time, she saw it was already midday. She lay back down on the bed.

When was the last time she allowed herself to stay in bed this long?

“I’ll rest just a little longer. It’s been a long time since I stayed in bed at this hour.”

Before her mother’s funeral, she had been busy running the estate from early morning. After Count Winner brought Rowinda into their home, she had pushed herself even harder, refusing to appear negligent.

Perhaps she had wanted to show Rowinda that there was no place for her in this household.

The current staff had been hired after Rowinda arrived, which meant that even Rackley’s smallest actions could reach Rowinda’s ears. She had lived in constant tension, unwilling to give her any reason to find fault with her.

As she lay down again, Kahn made no move to leave. Instead, he leaned back comfortably on the sofa, as if it were his rightful place, and picked up his book.

It had been so long since someone had simply stayed by her side like this.

After her mother left for treatment, she had to endure sickness alone. She couldn’t even call upon a close maid for comfort, as everything she did was reported to her father.

‘I wonder where Ellie and Lady Joel are now.’

Rowinda had driven out the old servants, and Rackley couldn’t help but worry about them.

She let out a small sigh, only to meet his gaze again. With his glasses on, Kahn raised an eyebrow as if silently scolding her—why was she awake instead of resting? His unspoken reproach made the corners of her lips twitch.

Their relationship was awkward, yet somehow, he felt more comforting than her own family.

“I wanted to thank you.”

“If it’s for looking after you, I’ve already heard it.”

“No, I meant last night…”

She hadn’t intended for her words to sound suggestive, but just saying “last night” immediately brought back vivid memories. From now on, for her, those words would forever carry a sinful undertone.

Her lips tingled as if she had to physically hold back the words threatening to slip out. She fidgeted slightly, pressing them together.

Kahn must have had the same thought because one side of his mouth curled up in amusement.

“It was good enough to warrant a thank-you?”

“You don’t have to deliberately be vulgar.”

Feeling sleep creeping in, Rackley slowly parted her lips. Maybe it was because she was drowsy, but she felt the need to say this to him.

“For so long, I’ve lived without really having a life of my own. I never had the time to think about myself. I didn’t even consider what I wanted, outside of my family and our status…”

Perhaps, to him, his words had simply been a way to heighten the mood. But to her, they had shaken the very foundation of her existence.

“Tell me. What do you want?”

Even in the throes of pleasure, those words had struck her like a lightning bolt.

The sudden revelation of her father’s secret mistress and illegitimate child, the loss of her place in the household, the betrayal—it had all left her lost.

She had been pushed from a predetermined path into unfamiliar terrain. Before she could even think about what to do, she had been forced to move forward, blindly navigating her way through uncertainty.

But his words had given her clarity.

First, she had to understand herself.

She needed to figure out what she truly wanted and what she genuinely liked. Only then could she find a way out of this situation.

“You helped me sort out my thoughts. That’s why I wanted to thank you. It’s something really important to me.”

All the wisdom she had read in countless books had never resonated with her—until his question had made it real.

“It’s strange, isn’t it? I never talk about my feelings with anyone.”

Her voice softened as sleep overtook her, a faint smile lingering on her lips.

“Maybe it’s because once we leave this place, we’ll never see each other again. Maybe that’s why I find you… comfortable.”

She spoke no further. Within moments, her breathing slowed into a steady rhythm, and she drifted into slumber.

Kahn watched her for a moment before snapping his book shut with a sharp clap. A smirk tugged at his lips, laced with cold amusement.

“Using your family drama like this, huh?”

Count Winner’s scandal—officially recognizing his mistress and illegitimate child—was well known. He could acknowledge that she must have been shocked. But did he pity her? Not in the slightest.

A woman who masked her true nature while indulging in depravity. She played innocent while scheming behind the scenes. He found it laughable.

A proper noblewoman wouldn’t sneak off to the kitchen to pleasure herself in secret. Even if she had been deceived by a friend, a lady wouldn’t use “Lady Class” as an excuse to engage in lewd acts with a gigolo.

So, he had made up his mind.

He would give Rackley an experience so intense, so unforgettable, that no man—no future husband—would ever satisfy her.

And when she finally clung to him, he would reject her. Coldly.

That would be his punishment for her—for deceiving him, for staining the memory of the girl he once knew, for becoming this.

 

***

 

He had been certain—determined, even—to punish her.

But this… this was unexpected.

Rackley hadn’t left the study.

Curious about what she was up to, he finally stepped inside—only to be met with an entirely unforeseen sight.

“What… are you doing?”