Lady Class - Chapter 18 (M)

A husky voice let out a ragged breath and gave a command. Just being caressed would have been enough, but the moment she touched him, her heart pounded as if it were about to burst.

“Kahn… Ah.”

The damp curls tickled her palm, and as she moved lower, she felt the hot, rigid length. It was the same thing that had been rubbing between her thighs. Though it was part of his body and should have been the same temperature as his skin, it felt even hotter—hard and massive.

The sensation at her fingertips was grotesque.

‘Something like this…’

“Touch it. It’s something that will bring you pleasure.”

His rough, large palm caressed Rackley’s breast as if guiding her to follow his lead. Startled, she instinctively tensed her grip, making him exhale a deep sigh.

“Haa…”

“Hngh, Kahn…”

“You’re doing well. Move your hand.”

He stood between her legs as she sat on the bed. From this close, she could feel the heat radiating from him, his scent filling the air. The musk of sweat mingled with his natural fragrance, growing more intense.

“Ah…”

“Ugh…”

Rackley wrapped both hands around his member. The thick veins throbbed against her palms, pulsing with life as if it were something separate from his body.

“Hoo…”

Kahn was taken aback.

He had been touched by many women before, yet just the feel of her hands on him made his body tense up completely.

Overwhelmed by a desire that clouded his reason, Kahn moved first, rolling his hips. He rubbed himself against her hands.

“Ah! Hngh!”

She was surprised he’s not even fully erect yet.

Afraid to take her hand away, she put it over it and squeezed.

The blindfolded redhead squeezed his penis in front of her face. Her lips parted in a helpless gesture, revealing a pointedly erect breast with a red mound beneath it.

It was visually stunning.

“Shit.”

A lump formed in his throat and his body shook with intense pleasure.

How soft her hands were.

Her fingers were hard and hot as she gripped the nib.

“If you won’t let me in, so make a hole so I can get in.”

“Hmm, Kahn?”

“Or maybe I’ll stick it inside you, if that’s what you want.”

A growl rumbled in his throat as he warned her, and she acted swiftly in a way she normally didn’t. As he rubbed her breasts menacingly, she overlapped her hands and grabbed his penis.

Her palms were moist from tension and excitement.

It was a pity it was nothing compared to the wet hole below.

“You’re going to wet yourself.”

“What?”

“The water is here. Spit it out.”

He slipped his fingers between her parted lips. Startled, she instinctively tried to pull her head back. As he pressed down on her tongue, a shudder ran through her shoulders. A soft moan escaped, and her mouth grew wet.

“Mmngh, hngh…”

He rubbed his fingers over every inch of her mouth. It made a squeaky wet sound. His stomach twinged as he slipped it into the fake hole her hand had made. He slid his finger in and out of her mouth, rubbing his fingertips across the roof of her mouth.

Her face flushed. The corners of her eyes were wet. Her underwear was soaked with liquid, and there were wet spots on the straps that covered her eyes. The water wasn’t the only thing.

Saliva trickled from the corners of her mouth as he pressed his fingers to her lips.

His cock responded to the stimulation of her mouth. His own throbbed in her palm, growing in volume.

Then, his finger slipped out of her mouth.

“Hmmmm…….”

“Spit what’s in your mouth onto my cock.”

His hand cupped her chin, pressing down on her lower lip, as if guiding her. The damp scent drew closer.

“If you can’t soak from below, then use the water from above.”

Rackley, who had never even spat on the ground before, was flustered.

Did he know that her mouth was filling with saliva? He pressed down on her lower lip and parted it. The thick saliva trickled down her lips.

What was this?

The act of expelling something from herself in front of Kahn, exposing her own fluids, brought a sense of shame. But the exhilaration that made her head dizzy was far greater than the shame.

As she spat out the saliva, it felt as though something inside her had been pierced, as if she had completely exposed herself to him.

It was the feeling of allowing him to see every part of her body without a single veil of concealment.

The saliva dripped down onto her hand as well. Rackley instinctively moved her hand to wet the hard penis.

“Good.”

Haa, he let out a gasp from above her head.

Rackley moved her hand in a trance. A slick, squelching sound filled the air.

Thud, thud— the tip caught against the upper part of her clenched hand, and she could feel the rough, tense veins pressing against her palm.

The shaft was so rigid that it barely bent.

A deep, rich scent of night-blooming flowers began to spread.

It was the scent she had occasionally caught at banquets she had accidentally attended, or while seeking rest in a balcony or a pergola in the garden.

Now, she knew—it was the smell of a man’s semen.

In places unknown to her, many men and women had burned with passion.

“Open your mouth.”

His voice, now even lower, commanded as he pressed against Rackley’s lips, parting them.

Her hand dropped from his genitals and instead her lips touched the tip. Thick mucus clung to her lips. There was no sense of rejection.

Kahn felt a tingle in the back of his neck as he remembered the thrill he felt when he had ravaged her mouth with his fingers.

“Ugh, damn it!”

Kahn let out a deep, rumbling sound from his throat.

Rackley took his cock deep into her mouth until her cheeks bulged.

Her breathing was ragged, as if she hadn’t known what to do with herself. Her snorts tickled his pubic hair. She bit down, startled, and stopped moving. The tongue pressed against his shaft flinched.

She sucked his cock into her throat, swallowing nervously to keep it dry.

“Rackley.”

Since she was inexperienced, the sensation didn’t rush over him all at once, making Kahn even more frustrated. He wanted to grab her small head and roughly thrust against her. If she were a skilled woman, she would have been able to keep up with his rough movements. But Rackley was an inexperienced, lewd virgin encountering everything for the first time.

“I’ll move slowly, so don’t use your teeth.”

“Mm… Haa…”

Kahn gently stroked Rackley’s hair, threading his fingers through it like claws. As he pushed himself a little deeper into her mouth, her throat reflexively tightened around him, swallowing hard.

Saliva trickled from the corner of her lips, and her cheeks flushed red.

“W-wait… Hnn…”

His cock, which he thought was barely in her mouth, began to move.

It filled her mouth tightly, touching the inside. The hard, smooth sharp edge of the shaft touched the inside of her tongue and made her gag. It scraped her tongue, the roof of her mouth, and pressed against the inner lining of her cheeks.

It was so different from the one he’d been probing with his fingers: bulky and massy, overwhelmingly large and hard. And the smell, dank and lustful.

Rackley felt dizzy.

“Haa… For a first time… Damn it.”

Kahn cursed under his breath, letting out a groan.

It wasn’t an unpleasant reaction.

The flesh rubbing against the inside of her mouth grew stickier. Her saliva thickened, coating it. Her jaw ached from the flood of drool.

It was just her mouth, yet it felt as though he was violating her entirely.

Rackley felt a dizzying sensation spread all the way to the crown of her head.

His erection, which was rigid, repeatedly inserted and withdrawn, pressing into her mouth.

He violated the only hole allowed to him.

“Huh, huh… … .”

“Are you sure you’re inexperienced? I’ve never had a girl suck a man’s cock so deliciously.”

The intentional shaming made her breathing harsh against her clit.

Kahn swallowed dryly, his Adam’s apple bobbing noticeably.

He wanted to see Rackley’s expression.

He wanted to look upon the face of the maiden he had defiled—to see how she was experiencing this moment.

As the light fabric that had lightly covered her eyes slipped away, tear-filled eyes turned toward him.

As their eyes met, she gasped in surprise and hurriedly turned her head away. In doing so, the hard tip scraped against the rough ridges of her palate. Even the slit at the tip was stimulated.

“Mmngh!”

A tightening sensation in her lower stomach shot through Rackley’s body. A quick jerk of her head pulled his cock out of her mouth, and soon her hair was tugged out of her face.

In the process, the blindfold’s knot came undone.

A strong grip, enough to make her scalp tingle with pain, forced her to lift her face.

Then Kahn ran his hand over his penis.

“Ugh!”

Hot cum splashed onto her face. Milky white viscosity sprayed and flowed down Rackley’s eyes and cheeks. Kahn applied the cum on the tip of the spear to her lips and squeezed out the rest.

Embarrassed, Rackley rolled her eyes and looked up at him. Her tightly shut lips parted, and the cloudy cum dripped out.

“Should I eat it?”

Her lips glistening with semen and her brow furrowed, her words were obscene. His penis, bent after ejaculation, regained its strength.

Kahn smiled fiercely, his throat trembling.

“If you want to eat, Miss.”

She rolled her eyes, but then stuck her tongue out and licked a little cum off her lips. A look of uncertainty appeared on her face, as if she didn’t like the taste.

Kahn couldn’t resist and pressed their lips together. Rackley pulled away in surprise, then opened her mouth further as his tongue curled around it.

This woman was strange.

It was hard to tell whether she was a virgin or a seasoned courtesan.

Her actions and reactions made it clear she was a virgin, yet she kept heating him up, keeping him hard.

He rubbed his cum on her tongue and sucked on the saliva that pooled in her mouth. His brain tingled. He hadn’t even entered her, and he had the urge to pound her breasts.

“Mmmmm…….”

The lips parted, and the viscous saliva flowed and stopped.

Her tangled red hair spread over her white breasts. Rackley looked up at him with her wet, flushed eyes, her quivering lips slightly parted.

What would happen if I put it in properly?

Kahn’s gaze turned to Rackley’s vagina hidden by her inner thighs. His throat moved greatly.

An unquenchable thirst rose and burned hotly inside his throat.

“Turn over and lie down. I have to enjoy myself now.”

“Ugh, yes.”

Kahn forced himself to suppress his desire and laid Rackley down. His eyes were dazzled when her gently curved naked body lay on the sheet.

Kahn had to admit that he could not be satisfied with this without putting it in.

***

Kahn was riding a draft horse near the lake when he happened to run into a mail carrier.

As he received newspapers and letters addressed to the summer villa of Baron Walidon Harverden, he spotted an envelope with the name “Rackley Winner” written on it.

Feigning generosity, Kahn spoke casually.

“The Solomon villa isn’t far from here. I’ll deliver it for you.”

“Oh, thank you! That’s a great help. It’s my wife’s birthday today, and I was hoping to get home early.”

The mail carrier didn’t refuse the offer. At this time of the year, most nobles had left their southern villas, so there were hardly any important letters to deliver. On top of that, the rain from the previous day had left the roads in poor condition, slowing down delivery times.

Even though Kahn was only wearing a light shirt while riding a draft horse, his elegant riding skills made him look like a nobleman. Trusting his appearance, the mail carrier handed over the letter without hesitation.

After making sure the mail carrier was out of sight, Kahn tore open the letter that Irina Solomon had sent to Rackley.