Lady Class - Chapter 49

Kahn’s anger surged at the thought of another man coveting this body.

Puck, puck!

“Hah! Aang! Hak!”

Kahn bit his lips and endured. If he let his desires out, she would get hurt. His heart, however, tested his limits as it continued to thrust harder and harder.

He moved his waist and thrust here and there as if he was looking for a direction to go in a narrow hole.

Retreating and advancing, he pushed forward, even though there was nowhere else to go.

“Ah, hic, ah, Kahn…….”

The mushroom-shaped glans scratched the folds of her vagina. When he pulled it out as if it would fall out, the inner walls came off, and when he thrust and slammed it, something inside her was pressed and her whole body convulsed. He couldn’t think of anything else because of the goosebumps.

The intense pleasure that didn’t even allow her to think of anything good took away her intellect and turned her into a beast.

“Kahn, Kahn, ah, eek, ah!”

She let go of the handle she was desperately holding on to. He caught her body that was falling backwards.

Her red hair flowed elastically over him.

Her weight deepened the bond, and the glans pressed against a deeper, tightly closed entrance.

“Heet!”

Her lower belly bulged with his.

A shiver ran down her spine and she shuddered.

“Ah, ah.”

“Hold on. Put your arms around my neck.”

“Kahn!”

As if waiting for permission, Rackley hugged him. Their lips overlapped again and Kahn sucked the sweet juice.

Her gesture of responding urgently and squeezing her breasts together scratched his heart.

She also coveted him.

She gave him what she had protected so firmly and had Kahn.

“Ah, ah!”

Thud, thud! Creak, thud! Rackley’s body shook and a viscous noise erupted loudly.

The sound of the night’s slit, groans, hot breaths, and the smell of damp sweat entangled and enveloped the two of them. He pushed the gap wide open and her pubic hair tangled with his and then fell off.

“Kahn, Kahn… … .”

She called out to him desperately. He couldn’t tell if she wanted him to do more or to slow down, so he interpreted it as he pleased.

Kahn moved fiercely according to his desire.

He banged, rubbed, and scratched her insides. He smeared his scent like an animal marking its territory. He thrust roughly like a first-time novice.

He felt suffocated by the pressure of his glans. He pulled her waist closer to him, wanting to go a little further.

“Hwaaang!”

She moaned and her inner walls clenched loudly against his.

She sobbed and screamed, not caring that the coachman could hear the sound through the thin carriage walls.

She felt like a sack of grapes that was tightly packed and ready to burst at any moment. She was on the verge of orgasm.

“Kahn!”

Rackley reached climax first, squeezing his penis.

“Euaaa… … Ahhh… … . Ah, what should I do… … Ahhh… … .”

Rackley spat out the unintelligible words with an uncontrollable sob.

Her whole body tightened in the ecstasy that melted her brain and her insides convulsed.

“Hmph!”

He thought he was holding it in, but that was the problem: He should have stopped and come, but he didn’t know when.

Rackley’s insides shuddered, stirring his cock. It was the limit.

Feeling like he was about to explode, Kahn quickly lifted her hips and pulled his cock out.

“Ah!”

Before the afterglow of the climax had even ended, Rackley arched her back at the stimulation that was coming out of her, rubbing her insides violently again. Hot liquid hit her soaked spot.

“Hmph!”

“Ahh!”

He suddenly hugged her and breathed heavily on her breasts. While pressed against her buttocks, he stroked his penis and extracted the remaining ejaculate.

Haa, he let out the afterglow of his ejaculation.

Rackley hugged his head and grabbed his hair. She didn’t know what Kahn had done. They weren’t lovers or engaged, they were just passing each other by.

They weren’t allowed anything, so nothing should be left behind.

That was reality.

Kahn kissed her neck and cupped her cheek with regret. Rackley lowered her head and sucked his lips.

“Yeah, huh.”

The carriage still rattled and moved on the rough road. It had slowed down a lot compared to the beginning.

Their bodies also shook with the movement of the carriage, and the penis that had settled on the buttocks moved forward and entered the hole again.

Kahn’s penis was soaked with semen and secretions. Thanks to this, it was smoothly sucked into Rackley like a sword finding its scabbard.

“Ugh… … .”

Rackley let out a gasp of satisfaction as it rose to the crown of her head. Gently rubbing Rackley’s breasts, Kahn devoted himself to the time given to him.

“This time, I’ll do it slowly, just the way you like it.”

“Haa, Kahn.”

Well, her insides tightened around his penis. Rackley’s face, looking at him with wet eyes, revealed complicated emotions.

Kahn cupped her face and pressed his forehead against hers.

“It’s okay, don’t worry about anything else. Tonight, you’re mine.”

“Kahn… … .”

“Just think about that.”

The rattling carriage entered the center of the capital. Slowly.

***

Rackley awoke to a drowsy sense of warmth and elasticity.

Behind her, he rested with an arm draped around her waist, his breaths steady and even in sleep. Her skin was clean—he must have wiped her down.

Kahn had brought her back to the building where he had taken her before, and once again, the two had burned with unrestrained passion. With nothing left to conceal, they had explored each other in their most natural forms.

Through the window, the dim light of dawn was visible. Rackley gasped and sat up in alarm. A dull ache spread through her body, a reminder of the night before.

As she stifled a groan and attempted to slip out of bed, Kahn wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her back down.

“Sleep some more.”

“How long have I slept? Surely, I haven’t been away for two days….”

“You’ve slept for about two hours. It’s not unusual for noblewomen attending a banquet to stay away from home for days. It’s fine.”

“That’s not acceptable.”

Despite her protest, Rackley flopped back onto the bed. Her body lacked the strength to resist. A firm arm pulled her close, pressing her back against his solid chest.

He cupped her breast and pressed a soft kiss to her nape. His touch was gentle, devoid of desire, like a gesture of comfort.

“Are you feeling okay? Any lingering effects from the drug?”

“Ah, um… I’m fine.”

After taking her so passionately, Kahn had explained that she had been drugged. He also shared what he had overheard from the Solomon siblings.

“Irina gave me an aphrodisiac?”

“Yes, I heard her speaking with Bowil Solomon. Even though you’re already engaged, they still tried to force something like that on you.”

“Ah.”

“That’s why you reacted the way you did at the villa—it was because of the drug.”

“A sleeping pill… Irina gave me one, saying it would help me rest well. She insisted I take it right before bed.”

Rackley felt no anger. When Irina had blackmailed her about what had happened at the villa, she had already realized her so-called friend’s true nature.

She had sensed hostility from her before, but she had never imagined it ran this deep. Now, Irina had finally revealed her true colors.

The revelation that she had been drugged was shocking, but her heart remained cold, not burning with fury.

“Break off the engagement.”

He murmured the words as he held her. Rackley held her breath for a moment before shaking her head slightly.

“I can’t. My family is deeply tied to the Solomon family through business. My father would never allow it… He even threatened to disown me.”

“You know exactly what your life will be like if you marry that man, and you’re still going through with it?”

“It’s not my decision to make.”

As she refused his suggestion, Rackley realized she was waiting for something.

She wanted Kahn to hold onto her.

If he asked her to run away, she felt like she could. She had seen the consequences of such a choice through her aunt’s life, but she was willing to take that risk.

“You’re willing to marry him even though he’s blackmailing you over what happened at the villa?”

Rackley froze in shock, unable to turn to face Kahn.

He sat up and pulled her shoulder, laying her down so he could look straight at her.

“I’ve heard the rumors. Bowil Solomon lied about being with you at the villa to force this engagement. I’ll take care of it.”

“Kahn.”

His gaze was so intense it felt like it reached into her soul.

“He’s not the one for you. I can’t just stand by and watch you walk into misery. Trust me. You may not know this, but I have the power to do something about it.”

Rackley felt tears well up. Her nose tingled, and her eyes grew hot.

Just his words alone made her feel happy.

“No.”

Kahn’s brows furrowed.

“Don’t do anything.”

“Why? I told you I’d stop the wedding. I can even ruin the business deal between Count Winner and the Solomon family.”

“Don’t do that, Kahn.”

As he looked down at Rackley, whose eyes glistened with unshed tears, Kahn clenched his jaw tightly.

“Why? You don’t actually want to marry that vile man, do you? After everything he’s done, you still want to go through with it? Rackley, you hate this marriage too.”

Telling her to defy her parents’ command was cowardly.

He knew better than anyone what that meant for a noblewoman.

And yet, was he any different?

He, too, had been unable to defy his father, his grandfather, and the elders who saw him as nothing more than a breeding stallion for an heir. That was why he had ultimately become a duke.

How was he any different from Rackley?

In the end, the words he was saying to her were nothing more than a condemnation of himself.

But then, Rackley raised her hand and gently cupped his cheek.

“Kahn, if you interfere in noble affairs, you’ll be in danger.”

She looked up at him with a faint smile, her eyes filled with nothing but concern for him.

Kahn felt like he couldn’t breathe.

“I don’t know how powerful your connections are or how capable you might be, but you’re up against nobility. If you reveal yourself… Even if Lord Solomon and my father don’t have much direct influence, if the noble council finds out that you’re threatening the stability of a noble house, they won’t let you go unpunished.”

He gritted his teeth, pressing down on the overwhelming emotions swelling in his chest as he braced his arms against the bed.

“All I feel is gratitude toward you. I only met you because of Irina’s scheme, but even that… I’m thankful for it.”

She was fragile, struggling under the weight of her own burdens, and yet, she worried about him.

“I don’t want you to be in danger.”

Her small hand somehow felt large enough to envelop him entirely. At that moment, Rackley was like an unyielding tree, standing tall against the storm, shielding him.

And what was he compared to her?

Kahn swallowed down the raw emotions threatening to spill over and barely managed to speak.

“I’m a coward who doesn’t deserve your gratitude.”

But she didn’t criticize him.

Instead, she smiled brightly, cradled his face, and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

With that gentle comfort, Kahn leaned his head against her.

“Kahn, the morning hasn’t come yet.”

Rackley whispered, wrapping her arms around him in an enticing embrace.

Their time together was running out.