Lady Class - Chapter 19

[Dear Rackley,

I’m writing to check in on you. I wonder how you’re doing at the villa.

The capital feels dull without you.

I prepared a gift for you, but the delivery was delayed due to unforeseen circumstances.

By the time this letter reaches you, the gift should arrive around the same time.

It’s something I chose especially for you. I hope you understand the thought behind it.

Rest well, and I look forward to seeing you again in the capital.

By the way, are you drinking the sleeping medicine at night?

It’s good for recovery and will help you sleep well, so make sure to take it before bed.

Your friend,
Irina]

 

“Hah, ‘friend,’ she says.”

Sending a gigolo to a virgin noblewoman—was that something a friend would do?

Kahn scoffed coldly.

“In the end, they’re all the same.”

Whether it was a so-called friend sending a gigolo or Rackley herself, who accepted despite knowing what it meant for a lady of her status—there was no difference.

Rackley might be inexperienced in body, but she was no different from her friend.

Kahn spurred his horse toward Baron Walidon Harverden’s villa.

If the letter was accurate, the real gigolo would be arriving at the Solomon villa soon.

If Rackley wasn’t there, he’d likely leave. But there was also the possibility that he’d come looking for clients at the nearby Harverden villa to make his trip worthwhile.

Once she met the gigolo, Rackley would realize she had been deceived.

Kahn clenched his jaw, considering all the possibilities.

“That won’t do. I haven’t even had her properly yet.”

As last night’s memories surfaced, Kahn’s smile turned wicked.

Rackley Winner had been utterly obscene last night.

With his dick in her mouth, Kahn lay down next to Rackley and explored between her legs. They sucked each other’s genitals with their mouths.

He grabbed her buttocks and licked her hole loudly, making a wet sound. Rackley moaned in the rush of pleasure and rubbed her face against his pillar.

Her lips were hot. Recalling the sensation of her mouth, Kahn moistened her pussy. Then, regretfully, he shifted his position again. He rubbed his throbbing, eager penis against her wet valley.

His cock was wet with her juices. Her vaginal orifice was also wet.

This time, he didn’t use his fingers.

She had to feel the frustration, the aching need, until she begged him to do it himself.

But Rackley had more patience than he expected.

Even when driven to the brink of climax, gasping for breath, she still refused, looking up at Kahn with tearful eyes.

‘You can’t put it in… No, you can’t.’

‘Haa… Is that so? If that’s what you want, my lady…’

‘Mm… No… Hnn… Ah… Aaang…’

Until then, he was hopeful. He attacked her pushing point so that he could enter her at any moment if she gave me permission.

With a cry, she climaxed.

Her body jerked and contracted, her wet flesh spasming against the pole. In the afterglow of her climax, she rocked her hips.

Kahn waited for a second chance.

He ran his hand along her slender calf, pressing his lips to the inside of her knee.

As he traced the inside of her thigh with the back of his hand, he slowly moved up over her.

Her hand touched his shoulder as he bit down on her breast and pressed her pussy round, coating it with her juices.

‘Oh, that’s enough for today.’

‘……enough?’

‘Take it slow… I need time to adjust.’

Rackley pushed Kahn out of the room. Just like that, he was thrown out.

The great Kahn Lascarton—rejected.

It was something that had never happened to him before.

The shock of it kept him awake.

Unable to sleep, Kahn rose early, mounted his horse, and rode around the area. That was when he happened to run into the mail carrier.

After shaking off some of yesterday’s frustration, he returned to the villa, only to find Rackley in the garden, holding a small basket as she picked leaves.

He caught a glimpse of how she lived at the Count’s estate.

Even at the villa, where she had come to rest, she always kept her hair neatly pinned up. Her pale neck stood out, gleaming under the sunlight—completely exposed, along with the red marks he had left behind.

Kahn silently approached, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing a kiss to the nape of her neck.

Rackley gasped in surprise.

“Ah, Kahn!”

“Let your hair down.”

As he pulled out the pins, her luscious hair cascaded down, releasing her rich, delicate scent.

Kahn closed his eyes, resting his cheek against her silken strands.

“You look better with your hair down.”

“It’s hot,” she murmured.

“Well, of course. You’re standing outside in the garden.”

Blushing in embarrassment, she tucked her hair behind her ear and hesitantly leaned her back against him.

The way she was trying to get used to his touch amused him.

“What were you doing?” he asked.

“There are a lot of herbs in the garden, so I was going to make tea.”

“Do you know how to make tea?”

“Maggy said she would teach me this afternoon,” she replied, giggling softly.

When he caressed her waist, Rackley instinctively shrank her shoulders, like a wary cat.

But she didn’t run away.

“That’s all you have planned for the afternoon?”

“Huh?”

“What about spending time with me?”

Her eyes widened in surprise.

“How about a boat ride on the lake?”

Her once-relieved gaze wavered in nervousness at his suggestion.

“Or… we could do something else at the villa.”

She wasn’t a child playing pretend—she was a woman in full bloom, meant to be cherished. But the way she blushed and shrank away only made him want to strip her bare and see everything for himself.

Narrowing his eyes, Kahn leaned in, luring her with his deep voice.

“I told you I’d do anything you wanted. So, which do you choose?”

“Ah…”

Rackley hesitated, her trembling gaze meeting his.

Seeing her uncertainty, Kahn felt his victory was near.

‘Finally… this stubborn lady is breaking.’

“Can I really say what I want?” she asked softly.

“Of course,” he replied with a smirk.

Her lips parted slightly before she spoke again, her tone careful.

“Will you be okay with this?”

“Do you have something in mind?”

His eyes gleamed with intrigue.

“Then follow me. This way.”

Rackley grasped his wrist and led him forward.

Kahn smirked.

Now that she had tasted a man and awakened to desire, it seemed the walls that had once restrained her had crumbled. Even in broad daylight, she was taking the initiative.

How would she change? How would she use that enticing body of hers?

Excitement simmered within him as he followed her with light steps.

Rackley led him to the storage shed behind the villa. A sturdy, tanned man with golden hair was inside, hauling out supplies.

“Roy, just a moment!”

His name was Roy, a servant responsible for odd jobs around the villa.

His thick blond hair was tied back messily, and his rough shirt hung open at the front, revealing his well-defined chest muscles.

His physique was impressive—even comparable to Kahn’s—though he was slightly shorter.

Roy barely inclined his head in acknowledgment when he saw Kahn, likely aware of who he was from the butler, Brandt.

Kahn let out a dry chuckle.

“A servant?”

“Yes. It’s better when there are two, isn’t it?”

Rackley’s response was casual, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“Well, if that’s what you want,” Kahn muttered, his expression stiffening.

How utterly obscene.

She was a quick learner—too quick.

He had only taught her one thing, yet she had already moved past him, pulling a servant into the mix.

Was it because she enjoyed it so much when I made her expose herself toward the annex?

This was what he had wanted, yet her rapid transformation left him unsettled.

Kahn analyzed his own emotions rationally.

Thinking back, Rackley had seemed especially aroused when she had been forced to face the annex, where others might see her.

Kahn’s jaw tightened, his brows drawing together in displeasure.

Right now, she wasn’t even blushing.

The woman who had once been flustered as she took him into her mouth was nowhere to be seen.

“Roy, let’s do that thing we talked about earlier. He’ll be joining us too.”

But Roy knew exactly who Kahn was.

Getting tangled with a high-ranking noble was not something a lowly servant wanted, so he politely declined.

“I can handle it alone. He wouldn’t be used to this kind of work, so it might be too difficult for him.”

That remark pricked at Kahn’s pride. The veins at his temple pulsed.

“And how would you know that? I’ve got plenty of strength.”

“Strength alone isn’t enough. It takes skill and technique.”

“I happen to be quite skilled.”

Kahn placed his hands on his hips, squaring his shoulders.

It was ridiculous for him to engage in a standoff with a mere servant—but as a man, he refused to back down.

“Kahn says he’s fine with it. Roy, let’s do this together.”

“Yeah, what’s the problem? Am I too much for you to handle?”

“The villa’s waterway needs maintenance. With both of you working on it, it’ll be done faster.”

Rackley beamed, motioning toward the shed. Inside, shovels, hoes, and wheelbarrows were neatly stacked.

Kahn’s expression froze.

Waterway maintenance?

This was not at all what he had expected.

“…I’m not a servant.”

“You said you would listen to everything I said, didn’t you?”

Rackley blinked and looked at him with an innocent expression. Kahn pursed his lips in inexplicable defeat.

‘I got beat.’

 

***

 

Rackley approached Kahn as he worked on the waterway maintenance.

From a distance, she could see the two men moving busily. As she got closer, Roy hurriedly put on his vest, while Kahn—shirtless, his hair drenched in sweat—continued working with unrelenting focus.

She had assumed he would leave all the work to Roy and slack off, but he was actually putting in effort.

“I brought cold tea and some snacks. Roy, come and have some too.”

Maggy, who had accompanied her, spread out a woven picnic rug and arranged the tea set from the basket. There were sweet jams, fresh fruit, and chilled tea with ice.

Kahn didn’t even bother wiping off his sweat as he strode over. Despite the amount he had perspired, there was no unpleasant odor. He took the glass of tea she poured for him and downed it in one go.

The way his strong throat moved as he swallowed was primal.

Without realizing it, she found herself staring.

Her cheeks flushed as she absentmindedly took in his bare torso, and she quickly lowered her gaze to the picnic basket.

“You barely even did any real work,” Roy muttered nearby.

Kahn handed back the empty glass.

“Thanks. That really saved me.”

“Here’s a towel. Your hair is completely soaked.”

“Wipe my back for me.”

When Kahn turned around, his broad back loomed in front of her.

Thick beads of sweat trickled down his spine, disappearing into the waistband of his pants.

He had sweat so much, yet his scent wasn’t as strong as when he had been panting above her last night.

Holding her breath, Rackley pressed the towel against his back.

A memory surfaced—of him standing up from the bed after they had finished, his chest rising and falling heavily, running a hand through his damp hair before looking back at her.

It’s just wiping his back, she reminded herself.

Even with Roy and Maggy nearby, she felt as if they were alone.

Then, Kahn turned around abruptly.

Her hand, which had been pressing against the dip of his lower back, suddenly landed on his lower abdomen.

“Mm.”

“S-Sorry!”

“Are you trying to compensate the worker with your body?”

He moved in, kneeling beside her, his legs pressing against the hem of her dress.

Rackley’s breath hitched—she couldn’t move her legs.

“Kahn! Roy and Maggy are nearby—wait, what?”

Looking around, she realized the servants were nowhere to be seen.

She had assumed they were resting in the shade, but they had disappeared completely.

Kahn chuckled lowly.

“They’re perceptive. They left on their own.”

“G-get off me! We’re outside!”

She squirmed beneath him, trying to escape.

Though they were in the shade, it was humid and stifling.

Even though her dress was made for summer, it was still layered, and she had sweated from the walk over.

She worried he might notice her scent.

“Are you hot?”

“Yes! So move aside.”

“This time, I’ll cool you down.”

He plucked an ice cube from the tea and held it between his lips.

The heat of his body melted it instantly, sending droplets of cold water trickling down—right onto her chest.

Then, he leaned in toward her.