Lady Class - Chapter 6 (M)

His lips sucked on hers before parting them, pressing in deeper as his tongue pushed its way inside.

Thick and demanding, his tongue wrapped around hers, as if trying to fill every inch of her mouth, sucking without hesitation.

Large, firm hands grabbed Rackley’s hips roughly, pulling her flush against him.

Something hot pressed against her vagina, sending a searing heat rippling through her body.

It was a penis attached to a man’s body, she heard, but it was thick and huge, like a child’s arm.

It pressed against Rackley’s virgin mound, which had never been touched by another. It spread them apart.

There was no time to think about what to do. She put her hands on the hard man’s shoulders in a suffocating kiss, then grabbed his shirt, startled by the heat.

“Hnn!”

He barely gave Rackley a moment to breathe before shifting the angle and capturing her lips once more.

With his mouth opened wide, he devoured her lips as if biting into a cake piled high with rich cream.

Her soft, rounded breasts were crushed against his firm chest.

Each time he adjusted the kiss and moved against her, her hardened nipples rubbed against him, sending a sensation through her body that was nothing like mere ticklishness—it was something far more intense.

An unfamiliar sense of chaos surged through her, accompanied by a pleasure that crawled up the back of her neck.

The heat pooled behind her eyes, and the corners grew damp.

She could feel every part of her growing wet.

“Haah, haah.”

The moment his lips left hers, she could only gasp, as if her throat was blocked.

She was completely at his mercy, overwhelmed by the pleasure he gave her.

Rackley’s body was pressed against the wall, her hips bumping against the fireplace mantel. As her legs parted, his hand slid up her thigh, hastily pushing up the hem of her dress.

The roughness of his palm grazed her bare skin, sending every fine hair on her body standing on end.

“Ahh…”

A lewd sound escaped her lips.

As the man’s lips trailed down to her neck, his hot breath scattered over her chest. Though summer had yet to begin, the air around them felt scorching.

He lifted the thin muslin dress, grasping her undergarments along with it, pulling them over her head and tossing them aside.

With a soft bounce, her bare breasts were exposed before a man she had never met before.

“Ah…”

Strands of her red hair cascaded over her pale, delicate body, but they weren’t enough to fully conceal her. If anything, the disheveled state only made the moment feel more indecent.

Rather than feeling ashamed, Rackley found herself trapped by the intensity in his gaze as he stared at her bare chest. Her heart pounded loudly.

With every ragged breath Rackley took, her bare breasts rose and fell. The man never took his eyes off her as he pulled off his shirt, tossing it onto the pile of discarded clothes. The air between them grew heavier with heat, his body radiating raw energy. Beads of sweat trickled down his taut chest.

His scent—thick, masculine, overpowering—filled her senses, making her head spin.

Rackley forgot everything. She forgot that she stood nearly naked before a man she had never met, wearing nothing but a single piece of undergarment below.

Just the weight of his gaze raking over her body was enough to make a rush of slickness spill from between her legs.

His lips curled into a smirk.

“You said you were a virgin.”

Her head felt hot, too dazed to fully grasp his words.

As Rackley panted, the man closed the distance between them until their bodies were flush against each other.

His large, rough hand seized one of her wrists, pinning it against the wall. Her fingers brushed against the base of a wall lamp, and without thinking, she gripped it for support.

Just then, he bent down and took a mouthful of her breast.

“Ahh! Ah, aaah!”

His hands roamed down, gripping her hips firmly, pulling and pressing her against him as he kneaded her flesh.

His mouth sucked hard on her breasts, her back arching under his strength, her body lifting, his firm thighs pressing against her. He bit and sucked on her nipple. His hard muscles rubbed against her pussy as she bucked uncontrollably.

His erect cock poked through the thin fabric of her underwear, rubbing against her hip bones and over her wet panties.

He was skilled at knowing what pleasure his body could give a woman.

“Aaaah!”

Rackley let out an involuntary gasp.

‘Oh, my God!

Fireworks exploded right before her eyes. Her mouth wasn’t covered, yet breathing felt difficult. Without even realizing it, her fingertips lifted, and her free hand—the one not gripping the wall lamp—pressed against his back.

The man lifted his hips and asked in a low, husky voice,

“I shouldn’t put it in?”

“Ah, haah, no… you can’t.”

“Impressive. You’ve really mastered the art of driving a man crazy.”

Yet, the one truly learning was Rackley himself.

“Hngh—!”

Her voice jumped in surprise. The man’s hand had slipped into her underwear and pushed a finger into Rackley’s vagina. She pushed herself up so hard that her heels touched the wall.

A single thick finger entered, and Rackley was subdued like a kitten caught by the nape of the neck, unable to move.

She pressed her head against the wall and thrust out her chest. The fingers in her vagina seemed to reach all the way to her hairline. It felt like fingers had penetrated her entire body.

She opened her mouth, but only ragged breaths escaped.

It was a sensation she had never felt before. A shiver ran down her spine, spreading from head to toe.

“Hold on tight to the lamp.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the man latched onto Rackley’s breast again, gripping her hips firmly. His fingers began to move.

An unfamiliar sensation overwhelmed her.

“Ah! Aaah!”

Her legs were weak and she had trouble standing. If she hadn’t held the lamp and put her arm round his shoulders, she would have collapsed.

The man’s hands never rested as he sucked and ate voraciously at Rackley’s breasts. One finger became two, and his callused palm pressed and rubbed against the tiny nub, his fingers fumbling promiscuously inside. The secretions made his fingers slide inside, and the squeaky wet sound and ragged breathing grew louder.

Every time his hand moved, the sensitive nub was teased.

“Haa, ah! Hhik, aah.”

A searing heat bloomed in her lower abdomen, tightening with intensity. As if stoking a fire to keep it from dying down, his fingers delved into her entrance, sending sparks scattering endlessly.

She had never felt anything like this before.

The heat surged so intensely that the back of her head tingled. Deep inside, her walls clenched around his fingers, reacting instinctively. Everything was happening all at once, crashing over her in an overwhelming wave. Like a tree caught in a raging storm, Rackley felt helpless, unable to steady herself.

“Ah! Aaah! Ah!”

Mixed with her moans, the wet, obscene sounds echoed in the air. Her body trembled against the wall, moving in rhythm with the relentless motion of his fingers. His rough breaths spread across the nape of her neck.

As he straightened his hunched posture, his hands firmly grasped her breasts. Unable to close her mouth, Rackley could only let out broken moans, shaken by the intense pleasure rippling through her. But the moment her eyes met his, her body shuddered violently.

“Ah, aah! My God, no….”

“Liar.”

“Hhngh! Ah! Mmh….”

Moans spilled from her lips as she surrendered to his control, her body trembling with electrifying pleasure.

She had never experienced this before, yet instinct told her that she was on the verge of climax. He must have sensed it too because his grip tightened, his fingers working her with even more urgency. The wet, lewd sounds grew more frantic.

Barely balancing on the tips of her toes, she gasped for air, overwhelmed by the pleasure he was giving her.

“Kiss me.”

“Haa… hnn… hh…”

She heard his voice, but the words felt foreign, as if they had no meaning. Her mind was too clouded, her senses too scattered to process anything beyond the overwhelming sensations flooding her body.

“Open your mouth.”

Before she could even comprehend his command, his lips pressed against hers, and his tongue slipped between the parted flesh.

“Mmnh!”

The moment their tongues tangled, her body reacted on its own—one leg hooking around his thigh as a final, uncontrollable shudder wracked through her.

Every muscle in her body tensed as she reached her peak.

Her muffled cries were swallowed by his mouth, and soon after, her body melted, sinking into his hold. Her hair cascaded over his shoulder as she struggled to catch her breath.

“Ah… hnn…”

“…Haa.”

All the strength drained from her body. But just as his fingers slipped out, they brushed against her sensitive nub, sending a sharp jolt through her. The lingering heat within her flared up once more.

She had been leaning against him, weakened by the aftermath, but he suddenly pulled her hips forward, guiding her legs to wrap around his waist. Rackley instinctively obeyed, draping her arms around his neck and clinging to him.

Without hesitation, he started walking somewhere, carrying her as if she weighed nothing. Not even a hint of strain showed on his face.

“If any other woman told me not to put it in, I’d usually throw her out,” he murmured. “But tonight, I’ll let you have it your way.”

Despite being the one hired as a gigolo, he carried himself as if he were the one in control. But strangely, that commanding presence, his effortless dominance over her, only added to his allure.

He kissed her again, and this time, Rackley clung to him even tighter, holding on as if she refused to let him go.

She had never been an impulsive person. Her life had always been meticulously planned—every action calculated, every step dictated by the strict rules her father had set for her. That world had been unshakable, a rigid structure that had protected her for years.

And yet, here she was, in a foreign place, sharing her first kiss with a man she had just met. Exposing her bare skin to him. Letting him touch her in ways no one ever had before.

She didn’t know why she was letting go of reason, why she was surrendering so completely to instinct. But her fevered mind whispered that this wasn’t the end—only the beginning.

The soft touch of a mattress met her back, and their lips finally parted.

Somehow, without her even realizing it, he had carried her into the bedroom.

The man looked down at her, her red hair sprawled across the white sheets, her naked body glistening white in the moonlight.

He shifted his hips slightly, and the man’s penis slipped through the thin fabric, sliding over the spread flesh and pressing against her clit.

A tingling sensation of pleasure shot through Rackley’s crown, not unlike when a finger slipped in and probed beneath.

“Haa…!”

This was no longer just a fleeting indulgence in the parlor—it was something far more intimate, raw, and primal, unfolding on the secrecy of a bed. The reality of what they were doing pressed down on her.

As Rackley trembled with anticipation, the man gently swept her hair back, his hand bracing beside her head as he lifted his upper body slightly.

“What’s your name?”

“…Rackley.”

At that moment, he stilled. Just for a brief second.

“Rackley… a lovely name.”

“W-what about you?”

She barely managed to ask, her breath ragged. The pressure of his length against her entrance—so close, almost pushing in—sent another shuddering moan from her lips.

“What do you want to call me?”

So he had no intention of telling her his real name.

Perhaps it didn’t matter. This was just a fleeting encounter in a secluded villa, a moment meant to be forgotten. And yet, a faint sense of disappointment flickered inside her.

Then, as if reading her thoughts, he suddenly gave her a slow, alluring smile.

“If you can’t decide, call me Kahn.”

His name seemed to carve itself into her very soul.

Khan unbuckled the trouser buckle that was tightly pressing down on the front of his pants.