Lady Felice’s Secret Class - Chapter 68

Claude leaned in close and whispered into her ear, then abruptly turned her around.

“Put your hands on the tree. That’s it. Just like that.”

One by one, the neatly buttoned closures down Felice’s back came undone. The wet fabric of her blouse clung to her skin, but Claude didn’t hesitate—his hands slipped underneath, searching, exploring.

The heat of her body made Claude swallow hard. When he finally cupped her b*****s with both hands, a low groan slipped from his lips.

“Haa…”

This time, he was the one who bit his lower lip and let out a ragged breath. The softness of her skin made him dizzy. With his eyes tightly shut, he pressed his nose to her shoulder, drawing in rough, shuddering breaths.

All he wanted was to tear off these sticky clothes and take her into his mouth, to suck and savor every inch of her.

His member pressed against her backside. After a heated sigh, he raised his head.

This was a lesson, and Felice was meant to obey him.

So…

“If you can’t hold back again, I’m going to take off your top completely.”

Claude whispered in her ear.

Felice flinched but nodded. Once a lesson began, all she could do was submit. Leaning into his chest, she looked down and saw his hands kneading her b*****s beneath the pale yellow blouse.

“Haa, haa…”

Felice panted, clenching her fists tight. She resolved not to bite her lip this time, but when Claude flicked her n*****s with both hands, her resolve crumbled.

Her legs nearly gave out.

In the end, Felice bit her lip and let out an uncontrollable moan.

She felt his member pressing into her, while her b*****s were completely at his mercy.

In a haze of confusion, she heard his voice whisper in her ear.

“There you go, biting your lip again. Hm?”

As he spoke, one of Claude’s hands slid away, and he forcefully tugged her blouse off her shoulders. The fabric ripped along the seams.

He didn’t care. He stripped her top away.

“Ah… C-Claude!”

Though it was summer, the cool shade made the breeze feel even chillier on her bare chest. Instinctively, Felice tried to cover herself with her arms, but Claude stopped her, leaving her exposed.

“Haa… Felice.”

His voice was thick with pleasure, and it lingered at her ear. Then, Claude gently took her b*****s in his hands, kneading them.

“Hnn…”

Her perky n****e was pressed between his fingers. As he squeezed, Felice moaned and covered her face with both hands.

“Haa… nngh… Claude, ah…!”

She squeezed his wrist, eyes squeezed shut, then burst open wide.

“Th-the lesson… ngh… let’s stop here! Please, stop here!”

She blurted out with panic rising. Any more and she felt like her mind might break. Without realizing it, Felice was grinding back against him, responding to his movement.

She was terrified her body would betray her—if this continued, she might lose all self-control.

“Cl-Claude! Please…”

At her desperate plea, his hands on her chest finally stilled.

“Haa…”

Felice panted with relief, grateful he had stopped, his hands still resting over her b*****s. She believed he would always stop when she asked—he never had refused her, not even once.

But this time, Claude’s hands didn’t move away.

“…The lesson isn’t over yet, Miss Felice.”

“…What?”

Felice replied, startled. Claude squeezed her b****t again.

“You still haven’t managed it. I told you not to bite your lips, didn’t I?”

No sooner had he said it than he grabbed her waist and turned her around to face him.

Felice hurriedly crossed her arms over her chest, but it was no use.

“If you can manage not to bite your lips, the lesson will end. But since you’ve never followed my instructions fully, I think today’s lesson will have to go on a bit longer.”

And soon enough, he had her arms pinned in his grasp.