Chapter 38
But Felice was indeed the culprit, and seeing Claude waiting by the door without changing after her return, it seemed he truly suspected her just by the shape of her hand.
The student had a fine physique and keen eyesight.
“I… I don’t have a maid uniform. You can search my room if you want. Ah! Did the maid have the same hair color as me?”
Felice hurriedly said everything she could to prove she wasn’t the one.
Though Claude’s finger still touched her lips, she couldn’t push it away. She feared that if she did, she might get caught for real.
She had a wig and glasses prepared—how was he so sure it was her?
“Uh… ugh.”
Claude’s finger suddenly slipped into her mouth.
“Your canines are very sharp.”
His eyes narrowed slightly as he gently traced from her palate to her canines.
“Uh… what?”
“It’s said they soften with frequent use.”
Claude murmured softly to himself as he withdrew his finger.
“Do proactive women prefer passive men?”
He held up the finger, now covered with Felice’s saliva. A wide grin spread across his lips.
Felice wondered how to answer but kept her gaze fixed on his finger.
“N-not necessarily…”
Slurp! — an obscene sound filled the room.
Claude had put his finger back in her mouth.
He then held his finger before her face, glistening with saliva.
“Try holding it, Miss. I need to confirm. And if you want, I’m willing to be more proactive to hear your explanation.”
Trying not to look down, Felice asked,
“So if I hold it and it’s not me, that’s fine?”
“Of course.”
Reluctantly, Felice grasped his finger. The sticky liquid clung to her hand, but she felt no revulsion.
“Hmm… looks like the bottle was poured front to back. Shall we try it?”
“Huh?”
“Move it back and forth.”
Startled but obedient, Felice moved his finger forward and backward.
Her breath seemed to quicken.
Recalling that day vividly, she couldn’t help but lick her lips again.
“I think it’s quite similar, but Miss Felice, didn’t you have my thing moving in your mouth and hand then? To be certain, you should take a similar posture…”
Claude’s monotonous voice sounded almost businesslike.
“Do we really have to go that far?”
“This could become a political scandal. You know the Wigar faction and the Conste party aren’t on good terms, and the lady involved is the daughter of the Conste faction prime minister. You need to clear the suspicion.”
“Ah…”
Felice swallowed and again took his finger into her lips as on that day. But this time, with his finger in her mouth, she had no room to move her hands.
Worrying what to do, she slowly slid her hands from his finger to his wrist.
Gently pulling his finger to her lips and back, she repeated this motion.
Claude sighed softly.
Unconsciously, Felice carefully licked his finger with her tongue.
For some reason, the firmer Claude’s grip became, the softer Felice’s nods and movements grew.
After a while, Claude’s finger suddenly slipped out.
“Cl-Claude?”
Claude’s hand grabbed Felice’s waist, pulling her close.
There was no time to be surprised by his solid body pressed against her.
His tongue entered Felice’s mouth, replacing the finger that had been there moments before. His tongue moved as if devouring hers, and Felice gasped for breath.
The wet sounds of their mouths meeting echoed within the narrow room, unable to escape the walls.
Below, his firm body pressed against her thigh, rubbing back and forth.
“Hmm… Cl-Clau…ugh…Clau…hmm, Claude!”
Felice barely escaped his lips, and his blue eyes, filled with desire, stared into hers.
“You always tell me to be patient during lessons, but what do I do if my patience runs out?”
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