Lady Class - Chapter 33

He had clearly ejaculated, but he was gaining strength again. The feeling of something hard and hot pushing into her tender thigh flesh was something that could not be described in words.

Rackley trembled with a thrill.

He did not tire easily. The breasts he had grasped still ached, and the inner thighs he had pressed, rubbed, and stroked remained flushed with heat.

Though he had moved quite vigorously, and her breath had yet to steady, Kahn pressed his body against Rackley’s back.

Kahn’s penis, which was pressed between her thighs and pressed against her vagina, was so thick that the glans protruded in front of her. When he moved his waist and squeaked, sometimes the glans touched her clitoris.

Kahn grabbed Rackley’s hand and covered it with it. The hard glans and part of the shaft below touched her palm, and the clitoris was pressed together.

“Ah.”

“Press down hard, my lady.”

A tongue traced the curve of her ear. A husky, low voice. A thrilling shiver ran through Rackley’s body, making her tremble. Hoo… His warm breath seeped into her hair.

Sliding an arm under her neck, he pulled her shoulder close from behind, and Kahn began to move his hips.

His desire was raw and unhidden.

He revealed his desire to put it inside her. He scratched the entrance to her vagina with his glans. And asked.

Can I put it in?

He urged her with his body, not words.

He relentlessly pushed her into waves of pleasure, all while patiently waiting for her permission, never overstepping his bounds.

Yet, that wasn’t the moment when Rackley’s heart wavered the most.

It was when Kahn climaxed and pulled her into a tight embrace. When he scattered small kisses along her shoulder.

Ah, it was in those moments that she felt—this man truly cherished her.

She found herself wanting to spread her legs and feel him fully, directly.

She had bitten her lips more than once, resisting the impulsive urge to give in without thinking about the consequences.

“Ah!”

Whenever Rackley lost focus, Kahn noticed it immediately and nipped at her earlobe.

“Are you used to it now? Or do you not like it?”

“It’s not that…”

“Then I’ll have to try harder to make sure my lady is satisfied.”

Kahn’s movements became rougher. He didn’t let go of the Rackley he held in his arms.

The glans scraped hard between her palm and pussy, and the wet sound of her juices grew louder. His hand, curled over the back of her hand, dug between her fingers. It slid between his soft fingers and squeezed.

“Ah, hmph…”

The glans slipped in and out, scraping against the delicate flesh and palm.

Puck, like flint striking flint, heat burst from underneath as he pushed his cock in, slapping it back and forth.

The arm that had been wrapped around her shoulder slipped beneath her chest, pulling her even closer. Her breasts trembled with each movement. Without even touching her erect nipples, Kahn pressed his lips against her neck and sucked gently.

“Huuh… Kahn…”

“Do you really think you’ll be satisfied with your husband? Whoever you end up marrying, finding someone as good as me won’t be easy.”

Thud!

“Aah!”

He thrust up hard, as if to show off his penis. It came in deep enough to press against her clit and gush over it.

“If your husband can’t satisfy you, you’ll have to take care of it yourself. Learn well—just rub with your fingers like this.”

“Kahn…”

“If you don’t like that, you can use tools. There are plenty of discreet ones sold in stores. Or you could straddle a pillow and pleasure yourself that way.”

“Hnng…”

His lewd whispers in her ear made it impossible not to imagine.

“Just like when you rode on top of me—if you sit on a pillow and move your hips, it’ll feel the same.”

He let out a low chuckle. Rackley’s cheeks burned with heat.

“How lewd you must look… sitting on a pillow in bed, pleasuring yourself.”

Rackley wanted to tease him back for his shameless playfulness, but she couldn’t.

There must be countless women waiting for him to call—would he ever even have a moment of loneliness?

That thought sent a chilling breeze through the heat in her chest.

Rackley turned her head to look at Kahn and cupped his cheek.

“Kiss me.”

“You’re asking for it first now? Seems my lessons were worth it.”

As Kahn’s teasing smile drew closer, Rackley closed her eyes. She didn’t want to think about anything else.

Just as she wished, Kahn once again pulled her into a world of pleasure.

Even just recalling what had happened at the villa made her head burn with heat.

Rackley buried her face in the pillow—then suddenly flinched. The soft, plush touch against her skin.

She had remembered Kahn’s whispered suggestion about pleasuring herself and quickly shook her head. Even the pillow she always slept on felt indecent now, like one of those explicit tools crafted to resemble a man’s member.

Turning onto her back, she let her head rest against the sheets instead. But the pillow remained in the corner of her vision, so she shut her eyes.

Haa… A hot breath escaped her lips.

It seemed that, once again, sleep would not come easily tonight.

***

Kahn pressed his forehead against the wall, his brows furrowed. With his eyes closed, streams of water continuously cascaded down over him.

His hand moved swiftly.

Beneath his palm, he could feel the veins straining under the thin layer of skin, the taut vessels grazing against his grip.

Huff, huff—his breathing grew ragged as his hand moved even faster.

Soon, his back arched slightly, muscles tensing and swelling.

“Khht!” As Kahn stepped out of the bathroom, the Duke’s butler, Clark Adam, Viscount Junior, handed him a shirt.

“Ah… I just couldn’t sleep.”

“Shall I prepare a sleeping aid?”

“No.”

Lack of sleep wouldn’t solve his frustration. He knew how to relieve it, but Kahn no longer wanted to hold a woman so carelessly.

He had learned the pleasure of taming. He knew how a woman changed to suit his tastes, how she left traces of herself on him.

And he had also tasted the pain of parting.

‘I can’t make that mistake again.’

The lingering heat faded, and his gaze turned cold.

“Where is Hyan?”

With a short breath, a milky-white fluid splattered onto the floor, soon washing away into the water. After shaking off the remnants, Kahn trembled slightly before opening his eyes.

Beyond the falling droplets that blurred his vision, a flash of red hair flickered and then disappeared.

“…Rackley.”

Her name escaped his lips unconsciously. Clenching his jaw, Kahn turned off the faucet.

“You’ve been starting your training quite early these days.”

“He has already left for work.”

As usual, Duke Kahn Lascarton’s day began.

***

The rumors surrounding Duke Lascarton and Princess Iellia had calmed down somewhat, but their supposed “date” was still making headlines, with their photos appearing in the newspapers. Since royal portraits were strictly managed by the royal family, it was against the rules to publish front-facing images without permission.

As a result, in the article, Duke Lascarton’s photo was taken from behind, with the only identifiable feature being his black hair.

Kahn set aside the gossip paper that speculated, “The Two Suddenly Silent—Engagement Imminent?”

“Your Grace.”

His deputy aide, Hyan, entered cautiously.

“There is urgent news regarding Lady Rackley Winner.”

“What is it?”

“She is getting engaged.”

Kahn, who had been leaning back in his chair and casually glancing over the article, lifted his head. His gaze sharpened like a blade.

“With whom?”

***

She had an afternoon appointment with Irina Solomon. Before meeting her, Rackley planned to take some time to look into a few matters in the city.

Wanting to depart early, she came downstairs long before the agreed time.

At the same moment, Rowinda was heading toward the entrance, seemingly about to go out as well.

“Are you going out?”

At Rackley’s voice, Rowinda turned around. She was smiling, but there was an unmistakable tension on her face.

“Yes, you’re heading out too? I thought your appointment was in the afternoon.”

“Yes, but I have something to check on first.”

“I see.”

Rackley waited for Rowinda to leave first, but strangely, Rowinda hesitated, as if watching her carefully.

Does she have something to say?

Just as Rackley parted her lips to ask, Rowinda spoke first.

“The dignity maintenance funds… I don’t need to rush to prepare them, right?”

“If the amount is too large to manage immediately, I can speak to my father about it.”

“Who said it was?”

Rowinda suddenly raised her voice, startling Rackley. Realizing she had spoken too harshly, Rowinda quickly added an excuse.

“Managing the estate has turned out to be more expensive than I expected.”

“Well, with a banquet coming up, that makes sense. I’ve also requested funds from my father in advance before.”

It was a lie meant to ease Rowinda’s burden.

The Count’s household had never held banquets except for annual events, and when sudden large expenses like estate repairs arose, they were covered by reserve funds. Rackley had never actually asked her father for additional money.

Rowinda avoided Rackley’s gaze.

“…Anyway, there’s no need to tell the Count. I’ll handle it after I return.”

“All right.”

“And while I told the Count that I would pay attention to marriage matters, it’ll be difficult for me to attend banquets with you. I have my own schedule. So, for escorts, continue relying on Sir Holton as before. If anyone catches your interest, let me know.”

Without waiting to hear Rackley’s response, Rowinda immediately stepped outside.

‘We haven’t even attended a single event together yet.’

In a way, it was a relief. If she and Rowinda appeared at a banquet together, the commotion would be unbearable.

The rumors had likely already spread, but she didn’t want to attract unnecessary attention.

“Is she in a bad mood?”

Rowinda was particularly sensitive about money matters.

But now that Rackley thought about it, Rowinda had only been at the Count’s estate for about a month.

When Rackley had first taken charge of managing the estate as a young girl, handling large sums of money had made her incredibly nervous. She had even suffered from insomnia, constantly worrying about making mistakes.

So, regardless of her age, this was Rowinda’s first time managing such responsibilities. It was only natural that she felt overwhelmed.

It wasn’t surprising if she was plagued with thoughts of whether she was doing things correctly or fearing she might fail.

‘It makes sense for her to be on edge.’

As she watched Rowinda’s carriage depart, Rackley also waited for hers. The Count had specifically arranged for a carriage to be at her disposal, but instead, a rental carriage pulled up.

The steward, who had been observing, looked uncomfortable as he offered an explanation.

“Madam and Young Master Edward both took separate carriages when they went out. They insisted that if they didn’t use the Count’s carriages, who else would?”

“I see.”

The carriage that Count Winner had arranged for Rackley had been taken by Rowinda.

In the end, Rackley had no choice but to board the rental carriage. The musty smell inside was all too familiar.

The profits from Lava Trading Company had been greater than she had expected. However, she was still far from being able to spend freely on unnecessary expenses like renting carriages.

‘It’s not as if profits will always keep rising.’