Chapter 32
A thick white substance spurted above her line of sight.
“Ah…”
Felice closed one eye and gently wiped the sticky white liquid off her face.
…Thank goodness.
Along with the scent of night-blooming flowers, relief washed over her.
She had been thinking about how to avoid the next step when she could no longer continue pleasuring him with her mouth due to a sore jaw.
“I guess we end this lesson here.”
Wiping her face roughly with the back of her hand, Felice stood up.
Looking down at Claude, who was breathing heavily and seemed disoriented, she smiled brightly.
“It’s understandable for the first time. I’ll go wash up now. Please tell me the next lesson schedule tomorrow.”
* * *
Back in her room, Felice broke through the deep darkness of night to fetch some water for washing.
Though she wanted to ask a maid for help, she couldn’t bring herself to ask in such a state.
She wiped and scrubbed her face with soap.
The sticky substance was harder to remove than expected.
By the time she finally felt clean, she realized her whole body was sweaty and uncomfortable. She hadn’t even noticed how tense she’d been.
Sighing deeply like someone who had labored hard, she realized her jaw muscles were sore and she probably wouldn’t be able to open her mouth wide for a while.
“But in the next lesson, he’ll meet the young lady, so hopefully I can teach him how to capture her heart rather than lessons like this…”
Felice changed into fresh clothes.
Hanging her dress on a hanger, she held the fabric up to the candlelight and frowned.
Despite the blended fabric, it was an expensive dress she could hardly afford, and white stains were splattered near the chest.
“I’ll have it cleaned tomorrow… Ah, the smell…”
His scent was deeply embedded in the fabric.
Felice softly pressed the white stains with her finger and swallowed her saliva.
Though inexperienced with men’s scent, his was not unpleasant, strangely enough.
Moreover, Claude’s face filled her mind—the distorted, heavy breathing expression he made…
“What am I even thinking…!”
Felice closed her eyes and shook her head.
But even with closed eyes, the sensation of Claude filling her mouth was vivid.
She chastised herself to stay strong as a teacher, but for some reason, Felice tightened her thighs.
A strange feeling of unfulfilled need stirred inside her.
Clenching her toes, swallowing nervously, she bit her lower lip firmly.
“No….”
Felice opened her eyes wide.
She thought she might need to wash her face again with cold water.
“This is all because I read erotica.”
Taking a deep breath, Felice draped a shawl over her thin chemise. She needed cold water to clear her head.
Claude and her face floated above the obscene pictures in her mind.
And now, having seen Claude’s lower parts, the image of him nodding eagerly at her was vividly imprinted.
“Oh, I really need to pull myself together.”
As she said this, Felice crossed the corridor but suddenly realized she was wet below.
“No… this can’t be…”
She buried her face in her hands.
She had to admit she didn’t hate Claude’s tongue, his fingers, or even more intimate parts—things she had kept tightly hidden in the harsh reality of her life.
Even during their first kiss…
“Ah, no. This isn’t right.”
Her thoughts had gone too far.
Felice quickly slapped her cheek.
“No, it’s just… a natural human desire. Something God made in humans to preserve the species.”
She nodded and lifted her face from her palm.
Objectively, Claude was very handsome, well-built, and… well-endowed.
Felice swallowed and continued walking.
“But I’m the teacher, and he’s the student.”
Having such a capable student was good for a teacher. Felice exhaled deeply and clenched her fists.
“I have debts to repay, and I have to ask about my grandfather’s heirlooms. So… I mustn’t forget.”
Don’t lose yourself to his body, Felice Kelton.
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