Chapter 107
Now, the dandelion flowers have become nothing more than a tool for avoiding lessons.
Felice kept a close eye on Claude’s back, searching for a chance to escape her lesson.
Her plan was simple: point out the farthest dandelion, claim it was the biggest and best, and ask Claude to fetch it. Then, while he was occupied, she’d grab the basket and make a run for it.
It reminded her of her old plan at the Legrand estate, and this time she was determined to succeed as well.
“Claude, I think if you get just one more, we’ll be done.”
Felice gripped the basket handle tightly.
Claude looked at her with wide eyes, surprised by the mention of ‘just one more’. He seemed so genuinely pleased that Felice felt a pang of guilt.
“One more?”
“Yes…”
But she forced herself to ignore the guilt, reminding herself that even that innocent-looking expression was ultimately motivated by his own desires.
“Over the—re. Do you see that flower over there? To me, it looks like the prettiest one of all. Let’s make that the last, and then we’re done.”
Felice put on her most harmless smile at Claude.
Claude followed the direction of her finger. A particularly prominent dandelion stood out in the distance.
“All right.”
Claude slowly straightened up from where he’d been kneeling.
Felice, worried he might look back, sat on the grass and waited until he reached the flower. Watching him walk away, she swallowed hard. Her palms were sweating from the tension.
When he was about halfway there, Felice took a deep breath, stood up, and dashed off with the basket.
“Felice?”
But Claude reacted much faster than she’d expected. She had hoped he wouldn’t notice until he was picking the flower!
But it was too late now—Felice was already running.
If she was caught now…
“Felice!”
“Kyaaah!”
She didn’t make it far before Claude caught up to her near the pond, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her back. The dandelions in the basket tumbled into the air and landed on their heads.
“Were you lying to me?”
Her fingertips trembled and goosebumps rose as she heard Claude’s voice behind her ear.
“Ah…”
Felice slowly turned her head. Claude looked down at her with an intimidating grin..
“To think that a teacher, not a student, would try to run away before a lesson. I’m disappointed.”
“No, I wasn’t running away… haha, I just felt like I needed a bit of exercise from sitting too long. A little running, you know? Haha…”
“It looked exactly like you were trying to escape, Miss Felice. And since you’ve been up to no good, shouldn’t there be a fitting consequence?”
“What… what kind of consequence?”
“Well, since you tried to run, I’d like some extra lessons, please.”
“…Extra lessons?”
Felice’s eyes widened in confusion at the unfamiliar phrase.
Claude tossed the trowel lightly to the ground, then started unbuttoning his shirt.
“Felice. Take it off.”
He gave the order
* * *
Under the blazing heat, Claude pushed Felice down into the patch of dandelions he had picked.
Her straw hat had flown off long ago, and her clothes were quickly slipped away and tossed beside the overturned basket.
Claude swallowed her lips as his hands closed firmly around her chest.
“Haa… Claude…”
Every time Felice showed that adorable impulse to send him far away so she could run, he found her endearing. Yet at the same time, a small fear stirred in him, a fear that she could slip from his grasp at any moment.
Still, he knew that if she asked him to let her go, he probably would, even knowing she meant to run.
“Hah…”
Claude took one of her b*****s into his mouth. Feeling strangely petulant at the thought, he grazed her n****e with his teeth.
“Hh—! Claude!”
Felice’s nails dug sharply into his back as she cried out his name. But Claude had no intention of letting her go.
“Haa… hah…”
After teasing her relentlessly, he finally straightened up.
Looking down at her, who was beautiful in every moment, she felt the desire to thrust into her.
But today, he would take his time. Enough that she would have no choice but to want him.
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