Lady Class - Chapter 20 (M)

Warning: NSFW Image

“Kahn!”

The ice touched the upper curve of Rackley’s chest.

The ticklish sensation of his lips barely grazing her skin made her body flinch.

Pressed against the front of her dress, the swell of her chest rose slightly as the cold ice slid across it.

When he parted his lips, the melting ice—now smaller—slipped into the valley between her breasts, soaking her undergarments.

Kahn lifted his gaze to look at her.

His eyes burned with desire—hotter than the sun itself.

“I…”

Rackley parted her lips, parched with thirst.

The scorching sun, the overwhelming presence of Kahn filling her vision, the heavy humidity of the air—

Her choice was already made.

“…I’m still hot.”

***

That morning, Rackley read the newspaper that had arrived at the villa.

The front page featured a scandal between Princess Iellia and Duke Lascarton.

However, it wasn’t the major headline that caught her attention—it was a small article tucked into the corner.

It was a promotional piece about a charity bazaar being held at the Melrotz Orphanage, encouraging people to participate.

Even though this wasn’t her home, Rackley busied herself, finding ways to be helpful.

She clumsily assisted Maggy with chores and helped tidy the villa.

That was how she realized the need for waterway maintenance, leading her to instruct Roy to handle it while she prepared refreshments.

She wanted to forget what had happened near the capital.

She didn’t want to remember.

Yet now, her breath came in ragged, unsteady gasps.

Kahn once again took an ice cube into his mouth, his gaze locked onto hers.

Seduction. Provocation.

Rackley wrapped her slender arms around his neck, extending her tongue to lick the ice between his lips.

Her chilled tongue brushed against his lips, melting the ice further.

Kahn’s eyes darkened, narrowing slightly before he gripped the back of her head, pressing their mouths together.

“Mmm… Hnn…”

The ice moved between their tongues, floating and rolling like a toy in a game.

Neither wanted to surrender it, their tongues clashing, pushing, and intertwining as they fought for dominance.

The ice melted quickly, shrinking until it disappeared entirely—leaving only their tongues, still moving, still seeking.

Like stranded travelers in a frozen forest, desperately rubbing against each other to thaw their chilled bodies, they kissed deeply, their bodies pressing closer.

Rackley no longer hesitated.

There was no more shyness in her touch as she ran her hands over Kahn’s bare chest, threading her fingers into his damp hair, gripping it like claws to pull him in.

As she lifted the front of his trousers and gently caressed the swollen length beneath, Kahn let out a low, throaty sound, pulling away from her lips.

“You used to say you were too shy for this… and yet, look at you now. No one even taught you this.”

His voice was a mix of amusement and a low, growling warning.

“Haa… Hnn… They say a great student comes from a great teacher.”

“And the fact that you still haven’t given me everything… makes it even more irresistible.”

“Ah!”

His hand slid up the dress and caught Rackley’s thigh. He pulled her against his waist. Rackley gasped as his heavy penis pressed against her.

He couldn’t see the other man’s, but he remembered the private conversations between the young men. Every man’s penis is different, they said, and it’s hard to find one that’s satisfyingly large.

She remembered the ladies laughing and flapping their fans, saying that no matter how ugly a man was, his face would be forgiven if he was poked with a thick penis.

‘A handsome face, a great body, and even that—if a man has all three, then he’s truly a gift from the gods. I wonder if I’ll ever meet someone like that in my lifetime.’

That was how the noble ladies had praised such men.

‘So this is what it means to be a gigolo.’

How many noblewomen had called for him?

How many had desired him?

For a moment, such thoughts flickered through her mind.

But reality came rushing back as his hands tugged at the ties of her undergarments, loosening them and sliding them down.

The passionate kisses and his caresses were intoxicating, but that didn’t mean she could allow such shameless acts out in the open.

Even though she knew no one was around, Rackley instinctively glanced around once more, her unease surfacing.

Her voice wavered as she tried to stop him.

“Kahn.”

“While you’re here, don’t wear your undergarments. I want to be able to take you anytime.”

“You promised you wouldn’t put it in.”

“I was just saying that. Just words.”

His voice was laced with amusement.

“I won’t, not until you ask me to first.”

Contrary to his words, his hands grabbed her plump buttocks. The dress, which had been pulled up to her waist and bunched up, crumpled under her back.

He sucked Rackley’s neck and took her earlobe in his mouth, rolling it with his tongue. He felt the sweet sensation, but she was concerned about the dress that was clinging tightly to her body and crumpling.

The summer dress was thin and wrinkled more easily. What would the butler think if she went back wearing a dress that was all wrinkled?

Rackley panted, lightly pushing against his shoulder.

She didn’t dislike it, but she couldn’t focus.

“Ah, Kahn… my dress. It’ll get wrinkled. If Roy or Maggy see it, they’ll know what we did here…”

“Who do you think cleans the bedroom every day? They already know about us.”

“But we have to keep seeing them… face to face…”

“Hah. You still have the luxury of worrying about that?”

Irritated, he flicked out his tongue, tracing the curve of her ear as if savoring her.

A shiver ran down her spine, and she let out a shallow breath.

“Then should we take it off?”

“H-here? But we’re outside.”

Even as she indulged in such indecent acts, the manners and conventions ingrained in her body did not fade.

Kahn, knowing her circumstances, smirked crookedly.

“You’re tangled up with a man, yet you don’t want to undress, and you don’t want your dress wrinkled?”

“But we’re not even indoors… Let’s go back to the villa.”

“Well, I actually find it more exciting when you keep it on. I’ll respect your preferences.”

He lifted himself slightly above her, giving her space.

Rackley thought they had come to an understanding.

Suddenly, Kahn grabs Rackley by the waist and switches positions. Kahn, who had been pressing down on top of her, was now underneath her. Rackley instinctively spread her legs and straddled his waist, Kahn’s penis crushed beneath her ass.

“Ah, Kahn? Huh… … .”

His penis, which was emitting its presence under his thin pants, touched her vagina, which had no underwear or underpants to block it. He didn’t enter because he didn’t open the pants button, but he deeply joined the split flesh by spreading it apart.

His penis fit like the concave and convex parts that were cut to prevent distortion when making furniture.

“Ka, Kahn!”

“Whew.”

Kahn furrowed his brow at the pressure of the heavy weight pressing down on his penis and let out a deep sigh.

With a grimace, he raised his upper body, and the penis beneath her dress rubbed against Rackley’s tender spot.

“Ah, w-wait, if you move… Hnn.”

“I haven’t put it in.”

“Kahn, what if someone sees us?”

Rackley gripped his shoulders, lifting her hips slightly, her voice lowering in genuine concern.

Kahn, however, pulled her slender waist closer to him.

She was pressed down, nearly crushed beneath him.

A slick warmth spread against the fabric of his trousers.

“Hii… Ah!”

“The dress covers us. No one will see what we’re doing.”

The wide hem of her dress covered her legs, and she was so modestly dressed that you wouldn’t know how lascivious things were going on underneath unless you lifted the skirt.

Of course, there was only one thing to imagine when a man and a woman were this close together.

While she hesitated, Kahn pushed his hand into the dress, where they were pressed together. He rubbed the small flesh like a cherry, caught her gaze, and unbuttoned the tight pants. The hot flesh surrounding his genitals made his lower abdomen throbbed.

If he lifted her waist just a little more, he could shatter the fantasy of her ideal first night.

A cruel urge to destroy flickered within him as he pulled her hips closer, deepening their contact, and captured her lips in a searing kiss.

“Mmh… Hnn.”

Rackley, unfamiliar with straddling a man, hesitated, unsure of how to move.

The boldness she had shown earlier, gripping his hair without hesitation, had vanished.

Now, her small hands merely rested on his bare shoulders, fidgeting uncertainly.

When he pulled her around the waist, her sensitive pussy rubbed against his penis, and when she flinched and lifted her hips in response, he grabbed her sharply and pressed her back down. Kahn grabbed Rackley by the waist and bobbed her up and down, occasionally gyrating her hips to crush his balls.

“Yeah, mmmmm…….”

Kahn sucked in the sweet moan, using it as nourishment to make his juices-soaked cock grow hard.

It straightened.

The rigid shaft stood upright and pressed against her clit as soon as there was room.

“Kahn…….”

Rackley gasped and groaned. The urge to urinate surged as if it would burst at any moment. Anxiety and pleasure that she couldn’t rub any more gathered inside her lower abdomen.

She felt it too.

Her body wanted him to put it in rather than rub it against her. Her instincts wanted him to spread her virginity and have something huge enter her and mess her up.

Her inner thighs tightened around his waist.

Kahn grabbed her buttocks and pulled her clitoris against his penis. The pillar bulged and pressed against her vaginal opening.

Rackley screamed, forgetting that she was in the forest.

“Ah, ahh!”

“You shouldn’t be satisfied with just this. How much will you squirm when my thing goes in?”

“Ah, wait, Kahn, slow down a little… … .”

Rackley sobbed and shook her head even as she felt it. Her stubborn walls were still firm. Kahn laughed fiercely and made a promise she didn’t mean.

“Yes, I won’t put it in until you want it. Shall we go horseback riding tomorrow?”

Her eyebrows twitched at the unexpected remark.

“Horseback riding? Huh?”

“It would be fun to drive around the cottage with you in the front seat, so anyone can’t see what we’re doing because of your dress.”

She imagined what he was going to say and tingles ran up to the crown of her head.

“I’m going to insert my penis between your thighs and we’re going to ride, and when the horse moves, it’s going to thrill and we won’t even have to move.”

Rackley gasped and shook her head at the lewd suggestion.

She didn’t know how this man could be so brazen, so obscene, so disgraceful. She was surprised and giddy at the same time because she hadn’t imagined it.

He smirked.

“Can you imagine,” he said, ”I’m cumming nonstop, and I’m drenched in your juices, and I’m slippery, and my pants are soaking wet.”

His hot breath sprinkled her chest and nape, and sweat dripped from his body, intensifying his scent.

“I’ll stroke you anytime you want, Rackley.”