Lady Class - Chapter 27

“I’m sorry I didn’t bring much money. Irina must have already paid you, but I wanted to give you something as well.”

“Gold coins.”

Two gold coins.

For a noble, it wasn’t even enough for a single day’s expenses, but for a commoner, it was a month’s living cost. Even though she had stayed at a friend’s villa, it was still a modest amount for a count’s daughter to have brought as travel money.

Kahn rolled the coins between his fingers, his expression unreadable.

“I’ve decided to return to the capital tomorrow.”

His hand stilled.

His cold gaze locked onto her.

The way he looked at her—like she had done something wrong—made her want to look away.

“You said you’d be staying at the villa for a week. I should have been mindful of the contract period first. I’m sorry.”

“Ah… right.”

He tapped the table lightly with one of the gold coins. Rackley took a sip of wine and glanced at the food Brand had brought out. Appetizers, a main course, salad, bread made with dried fruits, and even raspberry pie.

She was glad she had asked for a well-prepared meal.

As a last dinner together, it was fitting.

“I’m leaving for the capital tomorrow. I’ve already informed Brand that I’ll be heading into town in the morning.”

Brand, who had been pouring wine, widened his eyes. The wine stream wavered for a moment, but he remained composed.

“Kahn, you should stay longer at the villa. When I arrive in the capital, I’ll explain things to Irina.”

“No. I have other appointments, so I wasn’t planning to stay much longer anyway.”

Kahn carelessly sliced into his duck and took a bite. Even hearing that she was leaving, he showed no sign of being unsettled.

I was just another client to him after all.

He didn’t even pause to swallow before putting another bite into his mouth. Seeing no reaction from him, she lowered her gaze to her plate.

She had no appetite. She only picked at a few pieces of the garnish.

“I see.”

What had she expected? Had she wanted Kahn to ask her to stay?

Even if he did, she would have refused. And yet, she had harbored a foolish hope.

Rackley murmured softly, “That’s for the best.”

It was better to part cleanly like this. She knew that.

“You weren’t planning to stay longer?”

“It’s time to return.”

“Ah, right. You need to find someone to marry.”

“Yes. My stepmother said she would accompany me to social gatherings and help me choose a suitor.”

He placed his fork down.

His plate was empty. He drank his wine like it was beer, downing it in large gulps. Even the way his throat moved was attractive.

Before, she would have thought it improper behavior and silently clicked her tongue at him.

“So, what kind of man are you looking for?”

“…Someone who is devoted to his family and will love his children. That’s all I ask.”

“Are there any nobles like that?”

Rackley didn’t answer, because she agreed with him.

Even amidst all this, the prized Valiant wine from the Winner estate remained fragrant and full-bodied. It slid down coolly but burned hot in her stomach.

Kahn chuckled as he watched her staring into her wine glass.

“Well, one thing’s for sure—it won’t be me. I hate children.”

“If you fall in love, you’ll get married and have children.”

“No. Marriage and children will never be a part of my life. Ever.”

His eyes were unwavering.

Rackley didn’t ask why. If she learned too much about him, parting would only become harder.

She kept silent.

Hearing him declare that he would never marry made her heart beat a little faster. And yet, it also reminded her that he had never once considered having that kind of relationship with her.

She had thought she had grown accustomed to the social graces of nobility, able to maintain a composed exterior. But with just a few words, Kahn had easily shaken her.

“So, tonight is the last time?”

His tone was indifferent.

There was no trace of affection for her in his voice.

As if all those passionate nights had been nothing more than business, he accepted their ending without hesitation.

And because of that—because he didn’t ask her to stay, because he didn’t whisper words of love—Rackley found the courage for one last request.

This was just business.

There were no emotions involved.

“Kahn.”

Just saying his name made her breath feel warmer. She licked her dry lips and continued.

“This lesson…”

When she lifted her head, his deep eyes were already fixed on her.

As he said, tonight was the last night.

The last time she could receive his lessons.

So, wouldn’t it be fine?

“…Is there anything the Lady’s Class hasn’t taught me yet?”

She was the one seducing him.

***

Crash. Plates with untouched food fell to the floor and shattered. A wine glass toppled over, spilling its contents across the table, soaking into Rackley’s scattered red hair.

The rich scent of wine mixed with her soft, natural fragrance, along with the heated scent of her flushed skin.

They kissed.

But to call it a mere kiss felt too innocent— their lips pressed together deeply, hungrily. They sucked on each other’s tongues, nipped at lips, and moaned softly into each other’s mouths.

Kahn pushed up the hem of her dress, revealing her bare legs—she wasn’t even wearing stockings. He lifted them around him and thrust his hips forward.

Bracing one hand beside her head, he pulled her neck toward him. Her delicate fingers tangled into his hair.

Despite all the lessons, Rackley had not become skilled or confident at all.

She clung to him desperately, pressing her body against his with an almost pitiful intensity.

It was almost heartbreaking, like someone holding onto a lover who had to leave far away the next day.

And that made her all the more lovable. Adorable.

“Kahn…”

She called his name softly, her voice trembling with a breathy moan in the brief moment they parted.

Her voice was so seductive it shook him to his core.

Kahn didn’t want to hear it. He silenced her with his lips, swallowing the sound before it could affect him any further.

That small, fragile voice was like a witch casting a spell over him, luring him in.

Like a siren from the depths of the sea—entrancing men with beauty and song, only to drag them to their deaths.

‘No… death would be easier.’

If he gave in to this temptation—if he thrust inside her and released himself—his life would be forever bound to his family, forced to live as nothing more than a breeding stallion.

Just like his father, he would end up destroying the person he loved, ultimately driving her to ruin.

He knew this.

And yet, her moans, the way her hands explored his body—his mind burned, his reason slipping away.

Her small hands fumbled down his torso, sliding over his body before working to undo his shirt.

No one had taught her how to undress a man, yet she instinctively knew what to do.

Tonight, this charade would end.

Just one night.

He couldn’t afford to lose himself and destroy his entire future over a single night.

“Kahn… Kahn… take it off for me.”

“You sound like a temptress. Do you really want me that badly? Do you want to be held by a man that much?”

Harsh words burst from his lips.

He recalled the composed face of the woman who had handed him a pouch of gold coins.

The past few days—the intimacy they had shared, the pleasure they had indulged in—had meant nothing to her. She had so easily packed everything up and declared she was leaving.

Even now, beneath him, she gazed up at him with tear-brimmed eyes, her expression filled with desire. Yet to her, the worth of Kahn was merely two gold coins.

The contract was over.

The moment the seven days he had mentioned were up, she had wasted no time announcing her departure.

Coincidentally, Roy had just returned from the Solomon villa and reported that Bowil Solomon had not yet left—though he had confirmed that he would be leaving tomorrow.

Is she really having secret meetings with Bowil Solomon?

He had intended to strip away her facade, to take her virginity and expose her hidden depravity. To punish her for pretending to be virtuous.

But now, it felt as if he had been caught in her trap instead.

“Aah—!”

As he tore her clothes apart, a sharp moan escaped her lips.

Cunningly, she hadn’t worn any underwear.

“Kahn!”

Rackley had hidden her depravity behind an innocent facade, deceiving others—she deserved to be punished.

And yet, Kahn was overwhelmed with confusion and self-loathing.

A curse hovered on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed it before it could escape.

Even amidst the turmoil, his erection stood stiff, aching to be buried inside her.

Rackley was simply too breathtaking.

“You want me, don’t you? Hm? You want this, my lady.”

Kahn spoke with deliberate roughness and pulled out his penis and pressed it against her pussy. Without even touching her, precum came out, preparing her for his large penis to enter.

Her body responded so eagerly to him, yet Rackley shook her head.

“No… No.”

“What do you mean, no? You’re this wet. If I put it in, you’d take even a beast’s cock without hesitation. And you’re telling me no while clenching like this?”

“Kahn… Kahn… ah, ngh—”

“Say it. Say you want it. If you just nod, I’ll give you a night you’ll never forget—one last gift before you leave.”

Kahn realized he sounded like the one begging.

His muscles tensed. It had been meant as a tempting whisper to break through her instincts, but instead, he was the one who seemed desperate to bury himself inside her.

“Kahn…”

With a trembling sob, she shook her head again.

The night was still long. There would be other chances.

And yet, once again, he had lost. She had rejected him.

Pride dictated that he should pull away from Rackley, but he couldn’t bring himself to relinquish this final chance to indulge in her body.

Lying bare upon the dining room table, Rackley’s red hair was soaked in wine, its intoxicating scent filling the air around them. Her supple breasts, rising and falling with her breath, stirred a deep thirst within him. He knew there was nothing to drink from them, yet the mere sight made his mouth water.

Her slender waist, delicate navel, and the soft curves of her lower belly guided his gaze downward, leading to the one place that could drive any man to madness.

Kahn straightened his posture and picked up the wine.

It was one of the finer vintages from his duchy, though it lacked the depth of what was served in the grand estate. He brought the bottle to his lips, taking a generous sip before lowering himself toward her.

“Hnn…”

His tongue slipped into her mouth, tracing every corner, sharing the lingering taste of wine. She accepted all of him.

“There’s an even better way to enjoy it.”

Tilting the bottle, he let the crimson liquid trickle down, cascading over her bare skin.