Lady Class - Chapter 50

It’s always a strange feeling when a huge bulk of flesh pushes through your vagina.

It pushed against her intestines, causing a bulge somewhere in her lower belly.

Rackley breathed shallowly and looked up at Kahn. Their hot gazes locked.

The slow rhythm of his strokes picked up speed, gaining strength. Kahn’s cock stretched open, hitting somewhere inside her.

She stood on her tiptoes, her whole body contracting, and a strange goosebump stabbed into the pit of her stomach.

“Ah, Kahn, more, more. I like it there…….”

He didn’t miss the scattered words.

His arms went to the sides of Rackley’s head, and his hips pounded rapidly. Her slender arms wrapped around his neck.

His lips briefly touched hers as Rackley’s back arched.

“Where? If I just thrust, you should tighten everything so I can know where you like it.”

Thud!

“Ah, ahh! Ah!”

The force of the sudden thrusting of his penis caused a scream to burst out. Rackley gasped, placing her fingertips on his bare back as if trying to crawl out of a hole.

“Where are you trying to run away from?”

Kahn put one of Rackley’s white legs around his waist on his arm. His pelvis was erected vertically, and his glans poked a different place.

“Ah!”

Rackley grabbed his arm that was right in front of her. He poked a place she had never felt before. When he pulled it out from inside her and thrust it in again, the epidermis surrounding his penis trembled and the entire inner wall was pressed.

It was thrilling even to feel the flesh pouch under the root hitting her vulva.

“Kahn, Kahn… … .”

“Yes, here it is. I’m poking you.”

“Kahn, faster, faster, ah!”

Even though he was thrusting hard enough to make her body tremble, Rackley urged him on. She bit his wrist, which he was holding excitedly.

The tingling pain heightened his excitement.

The bed creaked and shook as if it was going to break. The slap of flesh hitting flesh tickled his ears.

“Kahn.”

She twisted her body and hugged Kahn. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him even tighter.

“Kahn.”

A pitiful sob penetrated his ears. He could picture her expression without looking at her face. His shoulders were wet.

A shiver ran through his shoulder muscles at her moan, mixed with complex emotions.

“Hold on tighter. Don’t let go.”

“Kahn, destroy me!”

He lifted her up in his arms.

She clutched him so tightly she thought she might fall off, and the force of her lower belly strained against him. Kahn groaned at the tightening hole and began thrusting his hips ferociously.

“Hick, hick, ah!”

Rackley’s back was against the wall, but his hands wrapped around her back in case it hurt, and he pushed all of his flesh into her. His weight deepened the bonds.

The glans moved in and out of somewhere deep, scratching. Rackley cried out at the searing sensation, the urge to cum.

“Ang, aang, hic, Kahn, I’m cumming!”

“If you want to be cum, cum, I’ll take anything.”

The shameful promiscuity of his voice sent a chill down her spine. A flash of light burst in front of her like a vision. Faster and faster, it engulfed her.

She was penetrated by his penis from the bottom to the crown of her head.

“Ah!”

The climax came, every muscle contracting, squeezing the cock in her vagina, not wanting to let go.

“Aaaah, aaaah…….”

“Ugh!”

His body tensed as he wrapped his arms around her.

Quickly laying Rackley down on the bed, Kahn pulled his penis out.

With a grisly sensation, the glans withdrew, spraying a hard jet of ejaculate inside the hole before it slipped out. It didn’t end there, spraying her vulva with a throbbing sensation even after it exited her hole.

Seeing Kahn’s grimace of climax as he ran his hand over the shaft, Rackley rose to her feet, covering the back of his hand and taking the protruding glans into her mouth and sucking on it. She wanted to swallow what was left.

She sucked in her throat with the intention of sucking up everything that was left inside the tube.

“Rackley!”

Kahn grabbed Rackley’s head and arched his back as he felt the pleasure of his tongue flicking against the crack of his glans. He ejaculated quickly, and then again with more force, spraying her mouth with horse liver fluid.

“Mmm.”

The thick scent and fishy semen slid down her throat. It was enough to send tingles down Rackley’s spine.

Kahn grabbed her hair as she boldly pulled out his and covered her mouth with it.

***

“It’s too bright.”

The sunlight was blinding. His throat felt hoarse after the intensity of the previous night.

Raising an arm to shield his eyes, he suddenly noticed the emptiness beside him.

Kahn bolted upright, scanning the bed. Rackley was gone. Her dress and chemise had vanished without a trace. He was alone in the room.

Only then did he spot a small piece of paper left on the table. Still naked, he rose to his feet and picked it up.

[Thank you.]

Rackley had ended things with those few neat, composed words.

A graceful farewell.

It was just a simple expression of gratitude—there was no mention of meeting again.

It meant she had no intention of ever seeing him again.

Their relationship was now in the past. There was no future.

“Damn it.”

Kahn hurriedly threw on his clothes and rushed out of the room.

***

Upon his return to the ducal estate, Kahn immediately sought out his aide. The steward, Clark Adam, a baronet, rushed to the entrance but kept his head down, as if avoiding Kahn’s gaze.

“Lershi! Where is Lershi Valiant? What about Hyan?”

“They both had matters to attend to and left this morning. Sir Hyan should be back soon.”

“Send him to my study the moment he arrives. It’s urgent.”

“Ah, yes! But, Your Grace, you have a guest.”

“A guest?”

As the Duke of Lascarton, Kahn rarely had unexpected visitors. Those who came were typically noblemen with daughters of marriageable age, relatives eager to introduce potential matches, or ambitious families looking to secure a betrothal—even for children not yet of age.

Annoyance flickered across his face as he frowned, but then, the sound of measured footsteps echoed from within, followed by a warm, familiar voice.

Contrary to his expectations, the guest was a truly welcome one.

“Kahn Lascarton. Even as a duke, you’re still as impatient as ever.”

A middle-aged woman with a voluptuous figure, her graying hair pinned up neatly, approached with a bright smile. Instantly, Kahn’s expression lit up.

“Nanny! What a surprise! It’s so good to see you! How have you been? How are your husband and daughter? Did they come with you?”

It was Debbie, the nanny who had cared for him alongside his mother when he was a child. When Kahn had grown older, his father, the former duke, had deemed it improper for him to rely on others and had reassigned Debbie to different duties.

Understanding the changing tides, Debbie had eventually left the estate with her husband, returning to her hometown. Kahn had spent much of his youth in the knightly order, so they had never crossed paths again, even by chance.

They had exchanged letters from time to time, but this was the first time they had met in person since their separation.

Kahn embraced her briefly before stepping back to take a good look at her. But as his joy settled, he noticed that her complexion seemed troubled.

“What brings you here? Is something wrong?”

“My husband passed away a month ago. He fell off his horse.”

“…I’m sorry. That must have been hard for you.”

“My daughter is getting married soon, so she stayed behind in our hometown. I was hoping to stay at the estate for a while. I’m planning to settle in the capital and look for a way to support myself.”

“Then work here. I’d feel more at ease if you were around.”

Kahn’s immediate offer, without hesitation, brought a smile to Debbie’s face.

“Oh, my dear boy. I’m no longer your nanny. I was thinking of starting a small business. It turns out I’m quite good at cooking.”

“If you need anything, just let me know. And stop calling me ‘boy.’ I’m a duke now.”

“To me, you’ll always be that little boy. Oh, and congratulations on your engagement.”

Kahn sighed in exasperation.

He had left the romance articles alone, and now the rumors had evolved into engagement news.

“What engagement? It’s all nonsense. I’m not marrying the princess.”

“What? But it was in the papers.”

“You haven’t seen the latest news, have you?”

Debbie blinked in surprise.

“Oh… No, I read about it in this morning’s paper. I was so happy to see an article about you that I bought a copy.”

“What?”

The steward, Clark, who had been listening nervously, quickly lowered his head.

“I’ve already prepared the newspaper in your study.”

Kahn snatched the main issue of the capital’s royal-affiliated newspaper and glared at the headline.

[Princess Iellia and Duke Lascarton’s Marriage Confirmed! Congratulations!]

The words burned into his retinas. His hands trembled with rage as he gripped the newspaper tightly.

Clark, sensing danger, discreetly glanced toward the study door, assessing his escape route.

Just then, Lershi Valiant, Kahn’s aide, entered the room. His gaze flickered between Kahn and the newspaper before his face went pale. He instinctively took a step back.

“G-Gasp! Your Grace! H-Have you read it?”

“What… is the meaning of this?”

Behind Kahn, an illusion of hellfire seemed to blaze.

The steward and the aide clasped each other’s hands, bracing for the storm.

Meanwhile, Debbie simply smiled warmly at the sight of Kahn’s commanding presence.

“You haven’t changed a bit. I’m relieved.”

***

Upon returning to the Count’s estate, Rackley was informed that Irina Solomon had visited earlier that day.

She had apparently left instructions for the servants to notify her immediately upon Rackley’s return, but Rackley dismissed the request, telling them there was no need to pass on the message.

The next morning, as she was enjoying her tea, Irina arrived once again. A servant announced her visit, but Rackley did not go to greet her.

Instead, she calmly reread a letter she had received from Daniel Holton.

[Do you need help?]

The short, concise message was placed back into its envelope.

Since she was already engaged, she felt there was no need to respond to Daniel’s proposal.

“Rackley.”

The voice rang out sharply.

Irina entered the room, her already sharp gaze narrowed into a glare, making her expression even more severe. She stormed in, her dress swishing aggressively like an agitated beast.

In the past, Rackley would have tried to appease her, adjusting her mood to avoid conflict.

But now, she simply blinked slowly, unbothered.

“You’re here.”

Irina hesitated, momentarily thrown off by the change in Rackley’s demeanor.