Chapter 30
Claude knew why she stopped—
His reflection in her large green eyes was that of a beast ready to pounce on a woman at any moment.
“Cl-Cl, Claude…”
Felice flinched, averting her gaze.
But turning her head revealed her pale neck and ear, only fueling Claude’s desire.
He rested his face against her shoulder, burying himself there.
“Didn’t you say I don’t need to hold back?”
His warm breath tickled her nape.
Felice shuddered, gripping his arm tightly.
“You don’t need to hold back, but if she’s an assertive woman, then maybe…”
Panting, tense, Felice faltered again.
“An assertive woman would accept even more actively.”
Claude chuckled softly, kindly filling in the rest.
“Why the hesitation? Ah… are you thinking of ending the lesson here?”
He loosened the grip of the arm holding her waist, lifted his reluctant head, and met her eyes.
Clenching his teeth, he squeezed the last thread of patience. Despite everything, his voice was warm and gentle like a mild spring day.
“…What?”
Felice, who had turned away, swiftly looked back at Claude.
Her parted lips and widened, surprised eyes questioned him.
“If I stop the lesson here, you’ll stop too?”
She asked as if unable to believe the obvious.
Claude nodded bitterly but willingly.
“Of course, Miss Felice. If you give up, I have no intention of holding you back.”
Though Claude had changed his mind since Felice first came to his bedroom in that neat attire, he still wanted to give her the choice to quit.
If she gave up, he would step back without resistance.
But after a brief silence, Felice’s eyes twisted sharply.
“No.”
Her green eyes now even firmer stared him down.
“I have no intention of giving up. Rather, as an assertive woman, I wanted to say please give her the chance to be assertive.”
Felice was stubborn.
Claude checked her firmly buttoned clothes, openly scanning her body.
“I won’t ask twice. Before being a student, I’m a man.”
Felice wiggled her fingers but didn’t avoid his gaze this time.
Instead, she boldly grabbed his robe.
“An assertive woman likes to make the first move. So please wait for her to initiate skinship.”
Like continuing a lesson, she slid Claude’s robe aside.
Unexpectedly, his robe fell open.
Felice let out a scream, unclear whether from surprise or shock.
“Kyaah!”
Seeing what was hidden beneath the robe, she parted her lips in disbelief, her brows furrowed.
“Cl-Claude…”
Like someone possessed, Felice reached out toward him.
Claude lowly moaned at her careful touch, briefly closing and opening his eyes.
Her awkward hand slowly moved from the tip to the base.
She moved a few times as if measuring length, then wrapped both hands around him as if gauging thickness.
Amused by Felice’s curious observation, Claude breathed heavily.
Finally done, Felice withdrew her hands.
She softly moved her lips, then gradually opened them and tried putting the fingers that touched Claude inside her mouth.
After struggling to fit five fingers, Felice coughed and pulled them out.
“I didn’t expect it to be this big… but, I think I can manage…”
Claude looked at her in surprise.
“Often, when the woman is assertive, she starts by pleasuring the man orally.”
Wait, does that mean with her mouth?
Felice’s determined eyes softened gently.
“If your partner starts skinship like this first, don’t be embarrassed if at first you only receive pleasure with the mouth and e*******e. That’s natural.”
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