Lady Class - Chapter 48

Like a wife welcoming her husband home from war, they clung to each other with fervent passion. Their fingers tangled in each other’s hair, gripping tightly as if never to let go again.

“Ah, Rackley… My lady.”

“Kahn… Khaaaan.”

Her delicate voice sent a tremor through his chest. Kahn captured her lips once more, swallowing even her soft moans.

“Mmnh… Haa…”

The carriage jolted, rocking their bodies together. His heated hands steadied her.

“Kahn…”

Her mind burned too hot to think of anything else. Rackley eagerly sucked in his breath, holding onto the tongue that ravaged her mouth.

She spread her legs and sat on the man’s thighs, grabbed his short hair, and pulled him closer, covering her lips even more deeply. Even though they were pressed together, she felt regretful. Her waist shook from the vibration of the carriage.

Her already damp underwear rubbed her vagina.

She wanted to touch him.

What they desired was simple.

“Haa…”

A sticky thread of saliva stretched between their parted lips before breaking. His lips trailed down to her neck, sucking at her skin. He bit down, leaving marks as he slowly moved lower, nipping at the swell of her chest.

Her breasts, pushed high, spilled free from the confines of her corset.

Kahn did not miss the cherry-red peaks.

As he put it in his mouth, sucked it, and rubbed it with his tongue, Rackley grabbed his black hair and arched her back.

“Haaang! Kahn! Kahn, good, ahh… … .”

Kahn hugged Rackley’s waist tightly. Sparks flew in his eyes.

Her vagina pressed against Kahn’s groin. The heat was ecstatic.

When he pulled up the hem of her dress, Rackley’s white legs were revealed. Kahn grabbed her buttocks and pulled her tightly against his groin.

The hot spot was on his cock again, straining inside his pants. There was cloth between them, but the friction was soft, teasing.

“Hmm, Kahn, put it in, it’s okay.”

“I can’t. You’re drunk.”

“It’s okay, come on.”

“Don’t try my patience.”

Kahn let out a rough breath, his grip firm as he steadied her movements.

Rackley was completely overtaken by the effects of the aphrodisiac, far more potent than what she had consumed at the villa. She had lost all sense of reason.

She squirmed on top of his bulging mound, trying to get inside him somehow, her thighs bared and somehow she managed to get her thighs next to his waist, gripping his shoulders and bucking against him.

She squeezed his erect penis with her wet pussy.

“Ugh.”

“Kahn, ah, please.”

“Shit, no.”

The person restraining himself the most right now was Kahn. The veins on his neck were bulging, and desire distorted his brow.

“Hngh….”

“Rackley?”

Then, tears welled up in her eyes, and suddenly, as if a dam had burst, they poured down like a waterfall. Rackley trembled and broke into sobs.

“Hic, huu… hic.”

“What’s wrong? Are you in pain?”

Kahn held her as she covered her face and wept, cupping her cheek as he examined her, worried about any possible side effects of the aphrodisiac.

Rackley sobbed, her hands drenched in tears.

“Why are you crying? Why?”

Kahn’s heart tightened, as if being squeezed in a clenched fist.

“I don’t want this….”

“…Alright, I won’t do it anymore.”

She wasn’t his. Her rejection was natural.

Kahn wrapped his arms around her waist, intending to pull away, but Rackley shook her head.

“I don’t want to spend my first night with that man. I don’t want to. Hic.”

“Rackley.”

“Kahn….”

Through her tears, Rackley pleaded with him.

“Please… Hold me. I want my first night to be with you.”

“Ah.”

It was the permission he had longed for.

His previous determination—to make her beg him to put it in at the villa—didn’t even cross his mind now.

The misunderstanding back then had been his fault, and now, all he could think about was her.

He couldn’t take responsibility for her, but he had to atone for his mistake. It was time to stop.

And yet, her consent was too sweet.

Desire tore through his mind, closing the distance between them.

Their chests pressed together, and her breath scattered over his lips.

“You’re not in your right mind right now. You’ll regret this.”

“Do you really think I made this decision impulsively?”

Kahn saw the truth in her eyes.

When he hesitated to respond, tears welled up again, rolling down her cheeks.

“Kahn, do you… not want me?”

Her breath trembled.

It wasn’t a seduction.

She was afraid of being rejected.

“Now that the ‘Lady Class’ is over, do you have no reason to hold me anymore?”

She was so captivating and beautiful, yet she remained unaware of her own charm, and Kahn found that unbearably unfortunate.

He kissed her briefly before pulling away. With courtesy and gentlemanly restraint, he made his desire clear to her.

“No, I’ve wanted you from the very beginning, ever since we first met. I wanted to bury myself deep inside you and make you cry.”

Kahn cupped Rackley’s face in both hands and devoured her lips as if he were about to consume her whole.

***

The carriage was too small.

Fearing that Bowil might discover her presence, Kahn had closed the carriage window. The summer night’s heat should have felt suffocating, but the two were so intoxicated by each other’s warmth that they noticed nothing else.

Kahn pulled Rackley onto his lap and pressed his lips against hers. He wanted to tear away the dress that clung to her body, but at this moment, there was something even more urgent.

“Hold onto the ceiling handle.”

Exhaling hot breaths against her lips, he gave the command.

Inside the swaying, jolting carriage, a handle was affixed to the center of the ceiling for safety.

Without question, Rackley obeyed him. As her waist lifted naturally, his hands slid under her dress, yanking at her undergarments. The delicate fabric was torn away with ease, falling uselessly to the floor.

“Hngh, Kahn!”

Rackley grabbed the ceiling handle and shrugged her shoulders. His hair tickled her chin. Kahn licked her sternum with a wet slurp. Her other breast, which had been pressed by the corset, also popped out and was teased by him.

Kahn licked her nipple like he was rolling candy with his tongue. The faint sweat and her skin were sweet, making her mouth water.

He listened to her dissipating breath and opened the front of her pants. With a thud, the trapped giantess jumped out and hit her clitoris.

“Ahh!”

At the villa, he had first introduced her to pleasure while being sucked and rubbed. For a while, he had neither the time nor the will to relieve his desires on his own due to the unexpected engagement with Bowil, rumors, and threats.

Just touching her made her feel a hot pleasure like flint being fried, and she couldn’t hold back her moans.

Her waist shook on its own. The firm tip rubbed her clitoris, spurring her on even more.

“Kahn, Kahn.”

Not knowing what to do, Kahn grabbed Rackley’s waist, who was only calling his name, and cried out.

“You’ll regret this.”

It was a warning directed at himself.

“No… hngh… If I run away now, I’ll regret it even more. If I let this moment slip away… Kahn.”

She called his name, capturing his gaze.

“Can you really let this night pass you by?”

Rackley asked as if she had read his heart.

Kahn traced his hands over her body, confirming her readiness.

“Ah!”

A searing heat met him at her tight entrance.

Rackley let out a gasp. She should have been happy, but she was also scared. His dick was so big that it was painful to even enter the entrance a little. Her legs trembled.

“Ahh, Kahn, ahhh… … inside!”

“Ha.”

He let out a breath and swallowed.

Rackley held her breath.

Slowly, he entered. It stretched inside her, filling the empty space as if to remind her to remember the shape of his penis.

Her inner walls changed to match the shape of his penis. The overwhelming bulk strained Rackley’s arms as she gripped the ceiling handle.

Even the terminal’s high-pitched moans died away as she opened her mouth to feel his.

She thought she was wet enough with her juices, but it was stiff. His cock was bigger than she’d ever imagined.

Thud!

“Ah!”

Something as thick as a railing post lodged inside her.

It transcended every sense she’d ever known, destroying and reassembling her.

The pain and shock shattered into shards, and when it came together again, it was satisfying.

“It’s tight. Relax, my lady.”

Kahn let out a ragged breath, his throat trembling.

Like a child claiming it was mine, her insides squeezed his penis recklessly. That intense greed took away his reason.

She felt his penis throbbing as if it were his heart.

The moist breath scattered across her cheeks. Kahn whispered in a lower voice than usual.

“It’s not over just by putting it in.”

“Kahn, Kahn.”

Tears fell.

Kahn licked her wet chin and offered her beastly comfort.

It was disgusting. He pretended to be affectionate while saying that he would cry more in the future.

The mucous membrane that held his penis was hot and ecstatic. A thrill ran through his body and up to the tip of his head.

The moment his inner walls softened and throbbed with the gentle caress, he revealed his true nature.

He lifted his slender waist and relaxed his strength, and his erect penis was thrust deep inside her.

“!”

Thud! Lightning struck her body.

A sensation she had never felt before dominated her body. It was different from simply rubbing her vulva and building up pleasure similar to urination.

“Ka, Kahn!”

“My Lady.”

He let out an exclamation.

It was obvious to Rackley how much Kahn liked it. He looked up at her, flushed and excited. A furrowed brow showed the extremity of his excitement.

His eyes squinted and he licked his lips. And then the thrusting began.

Thud!

“Ha! Ah!”

Kahn swallowed dryly at the tightening sensation.

Rackley held the carriage’s overhead handles with her arms outstretched as if they were a lifElene, and her breasts jiggled before his eyes.

As his penis dug into the curved curve inside her, Rackley’s insides spasmed like a fish jumping out of the water.

“Hah! Ah! No, hic, ah… … .”

Rackley stared up at the ceiling with wide eyes, not even noticing the saliva flowing out of her parted mouth.

All the while, she greedily pressed her hips against his groin, trying to swallow his testicles as well.

The mucous membrane soaked in slippery fluid covered his testicles.

“Fuck!”