Lady Class - Chapter 17 (M)

After spending two passionate nights together, she now looked at him with tearful eyes, afraid that she might change. Seeing her like this made Kahn’s heart pound.

Even if this was just one of her tricks, even if he thought it was all an act, he still wanted to say it.

Kahn gently grabbed Rackley’s hair and pulled her closer. There was a slight sting from the pull, but it didn’t feel unpleasant.

“Why is change bad? You’ve just learned something new, that’s all. You simply found out something earlier than you would have otherwise.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“It is simple. Do you want me to tell you why you’re afraid and why you don’t want to change?”

Startled by his intense gaze, Rackley clasped her hands together.

“You’re afraid of how others will see you. You’re scared of what people will say when they judge you. But do you know something? Whether you change or not, they’ll still talk.”

“Ah…”

A light shock swept through her.

“You said you wanted to find out what you truly like. Focus on yourself. Tell me what you really want. It’s okay to be honest.”

Hearing his words, she felt like laughing, but she also wanted to cry. The inside of her eyes grew hot, and tears welled up.

The courage to accept her own transformation more comfortably.

Rackley made up her mind to take lessons from him and opened her mouth.

“The first night must feel just as nerve-wracking.”

Seeing her lower her head and smile faintly, Kahn felt a sharp chill, as if a blade had been placed against his neck. His instincts flared up, telling him to seize and subdue the one wielding that blade against him.

Rackley Winner—her nature might be sensual, but her body was still a pure, blank canvas.

At first, he had wanted to stain that canvas, to reveal her true nature. But now, his goal had shifted in a different direction.

He whispered softly.

To seduce her soul.

“Then experience it.”

“Huh? You can’t put it in.”

“Ah, I wasn’t even thinking about that.”

Seeing her flinch in shock and shake her head vigorously, Kahn told a lie.

At first, even if they said no, women always changed once they were in bed. Instead, they would beg him in desperation to put it in.

Any flimsy resolve was meaningless before him.

“I’ll blindfold you, so just imagine it’s your first night. Think of me as your husband and try it.”

“That’s…”

‘Wouldn’t that be disrespectful to Kahn?’

Rackley hesitated and glanced at him.

The words swirled in her mind, but for some reason, his fierce expression kept her from speaking.

He let go of her chin and loosened the cords that tied the bed canopy.

“There’s something convenient right here.”

“Kahn.”

“If your eyes are covered, you won’t feel embarrassed.”

The fabric was layered, but it was a summer cloth—thin enough that strong light could pass through. That cord came closer to her eyes.

‘Is this really okay?’

As if sensing her unease, he whispered.

“Think about why you allowed me in the first place.”

Rackley closed her eyes.

This was something she had to do for her survival.

***

As he tied the knot behind her head, her delicate body trembled violently. Kahn took a step back to avoid touching her.

With her eyes covered, she resembled a fragile fawn. Though her hands were not bound, she was like a helpless prey caught in a trap, utterly lost and unsure of what to do.

She didn’t even know how to resist—just a weak, small creature waiting to have its throat bitten. Too feeble to pose any threat, an insignificant existence that would crumble helplessly at the mere flick of his fingers.

Even in the bathroom, she had only given him the barest taste of untying her corset. Yet, cleverly, she still wore it under her dress when she joined him for dinner.

She knew a man’s desires all too well.

Suppressing the heat rising within him, Kahn leaned his face close to the side of her head. Her hair tickled his nose and lips. As his hand traced down her back, he felt the firm structure of the corset.

“Hup.”

Startled, she flinched and trembled slightly. He inhaled deeply, savoring her scent.

Young noblewomen preferred strong perfumes to announce their presence. Competing to find a fragrance no one else used, they ended up in a contest over who could wear the most overpowering scent.

But Rackley had a subtle fragrance—one that might be overshadowed by others yet never caused headaches or became tiresome, no matter how many times he smelled it.

Just like her.

Kahn moved behind her.

“Kahn?”

Though she couldn’t see him, she knew where he was—the faint rustling of his clothes, his breathing, his scent all revealed his presence. Even without touch, the warmth radiating from him told her he was near.

She hadn’t even been touched, yet she called for him in a trembling voice.

It almost made him feel like some kind of thug or ruffian. The thought amused him, and he smirked wickedly.

Humans are cruel by nature.

Some force themselves on their wives just to ensure an heir. Others feed aphrodisiacs to their own family members. Many enjoy mentally tormenting those weaker than them, relishing their sense of superiority.

That same blood ran through him.

He could do anything to Rackley now that her eyes were covered.

Just like in the bathroom, he untied the ribbons of her outer dress and loosened the corset. Her reaction remained the same as before—so predictable. As the corset slackened and her chest rose freely, Rackley blushed, quickly wrapping her arms around herself and hunching her shoulders.

“My bride.”

This was her first night.

Kahn signaled the start of their little roleplay.

When he whispered into her ear as if it were truly her first time, her once-unsteady breathing halted for a moment.

“Show yourself to your husband, my dear wife.”

A sharp inhale. Flustered hesitation.

He’d seen her, touched her, done everything with her, and her reaction was as nervous as a rumor. She’s a stiflingly conservative young woman, and Kahn’s heart is pounding. He’s only saying it to humiliate her, but it feels like the first night for him, too.

He’s not the one she’s supposed to spread her legs and give her virginity to, but soon she’ll want him for herself, exposing her deep hole.

Kahn slipped her corset over her head. Rackley shyly raised her arms.

Perhaps expecting this, or perhaps not in keeping with her reputation for chastity, Rackley had removed her pannier and underpants. Her skirt fell to the floor, revealing a slender figure clad only in chemise.

Kahn’s eyes deepened. He thought about wearing a muslin dress, but she was better suited to a sheer layer. Her body was immaculate, sensual, and slender, eliciting a desire to tear it apart.

The beast finally knelt before her.

“Hmph!”

Kahn lifted her thin chemise and kissed her exposed belly. His hot breath sprinkled her belly with a kiss that was more reverent than lustful. The lips below her navel were respectful, like the reverence of a saint.

His lips moved slowly up her skin.

Her hands shook at his chest, not stopping him, but not actively embracing him either. Her fumbling hands, unsure of where they belonged, clutched at the top of her chemise.

His lips were fierce.

Kisses landed on her ribs, under her breasts, and on her nipples, as if to bless a fruit that had opened well.

She made a deliberate, raspy sound.

“Ah…….”

Rackley unconsciously covered her mouth with the back of her hand.

Without sight, his every movement felt even more vivid. She was so overwhelmed that even standing became difficult.

Her skin burned, even in places his lips hadn’t touched. Her loose hair brushed against her exposed chest, tickling her, while his warm breath soon reached the nape of her neck.

As his arms brushed past her, the chemise slipped to the floor. Now, with nothing left to cover her, she stood bare before him. He was looking at her.

Rackley’s heart pounded fiercely with embarrassment and shame.

For some reason, her eyes burned.

She could simply enjoy this secret night that no one would ever know about. Other noblewomen went through this as just another lesson—so why was it so difficult for her?

She felt foolish for being so rigid and reserved.

“Kahn…”

“Hold me. Make it so I can’t think about anything else.”

At her call, he responded.

“No, that’s not the right title. Is that how you plan to address your husband?”

“Ah…”

“Try again.”

“…Honey?”

Kahn grasped her delicate wrist and laid her down on the bed.

The courteous gentleman from just moments ago had vanished, replaced by a wild beast. He seized the nape of her neck and pressed his lips against hers.

***

Saliva dripped from her mouth.

Between the overlapping lips, his tongue slipped deep inside. He was a tyrant, claiming every inch as his own. His tongue licked under her tongue, across the roof of her mouth, to the root of her tongue.

His grip tightened around her wrists, immobilizing her, and his hands squeezed her breasts, hard enough to make them explode, then softened as if on a whim.

Rackley panted, too busy to keep up with the pleasure he was giving her.

He knew how to enjoy himself, even when he was starving, and he could afford it.

Blindfolded, she could feel the breath on his face and the slightest movement of his tongue. Her head felt fuzzy, as if she’d been poured with alcohol.

She flopped onto the bed, clutching the sheets like a lifeline.

The nirvana begins.

Two days of pleasure had been a world-turning shock to her, and it was about to begin again.

Naked and blindfolded, she waited for his touch.

What would happen.

What pleasure would he give her today.

She swallowed dryly in anticipation, and then he commanded.

“Touch me.”

A grunt rumbled up her throat, choking his tongue, and he laughed lowly, letting her know what to do. She took the hand that had been gripping the sheet and placed it on his chest.

“It’s okay to be shy the first night, but if you’re passive, his interest will quickly wane.”

He whispered in her ear, letting her fingers stroke his skin.

“Be seductive. How long are you going to just taste the pleasure a man gives you? You need to learn how to seduce him and make him yours. That’s what you want.”

Muscles pulsed beneath the hot skin. Kahn’s muscles were hard, thick, and moist with sweat.

Just like his penis.

“Ah…….”

She gasped as he spread her legs and his waist slid in, his side, hard from when he’d taken off his clothes, touching her inner thigh.

It was just that. The caress, which seemed to start any moment, stopped, and he waited for her touch.

“Mmm.”

A mouthful of water pooled in her dry mouth.

Her fingertips stroked gingerly along the ribs of his muscles, and when her fingertips touched his scraggly pubic hair, her hand jumped. His hand snatched at her wrist like a bird in flight.

“Ah!”

“More. Down.”