Lady Felice’s Secret Class - Chapter 83

When Annie reached the second floor, she knocked on the door. She’d expected Felice to answer right away with a surprised face and ask what was wrong—but there wasn’t a sound, not even a hint that anyone was inside. It seemed the room was empty.

With her shoulders drooping in disappointment, Annie turned and walked away.

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Felice hesitated for a moment, then untied the lace ribbon behind her neck. The lace that had covered her shoulders slipped down helplessly.

Undressing in front of him like this made it hard to meet his eyes. Felice lowered her head as far as it would go to avoid Claude’s gaze—only to freeze when she caught sight of the bulge pressing against her thigh.

She quickly raised her head a little, fixing her eyes on the gold buttons of his vest. Then, with trembling hands, she undid the button just beneath the ribbon.

The small pop as the button came loose sounded strangely loud.

Felice glanced up, hesitated, then realized she’d need to stand up from his lap to take off the rest of her clothes.

She would have to pull at her sleeves, remove her chemise, and, beneath that, there was a petticoat and corset as well. To remove the chemise, she’d need to stand up, grasp the hem of her skirt, and pull it over her head.

“May I stand up to undress?”

Felice asked quietly at last.

She wasn’t sure how much she was expected to take off, but if she was to fully obey his command, it seemed she’d need to undress completely.

Claude simply nodded his approval.

Under his watchful gaze, Felice slowly moved to stand up from his lap. She slipped off her outer dress and petticoat, undid her corset, and—after a moment’s hesitation—even removed her drawers.

As soon as her bare legs were exposed, her hands trembled.

Now, the only thing shielding her body was a thin chemise.

With her hands gripping the hem near her thighs, Felice looked at him.

“C-Claude…”

Face burning red, she bowed her head.

“Are you embarrassed?”

Felice just bit her lower lip and nodded slightly.

“You don’t need to be embarrassed, Felice. Why don’t you try what you learned today? Come here.”

He patted his thigh as before.

Felice lifted her head to look at him. Unlike her, still almost fully dressed except for his loosened tie, he seemed completely composed. The difference between their states of dress only made her feel her own submission more keenly.

She approached his lap. He opened his arms.

“Spread your legs. Sit.”

This time, the command was very different.

Felice parted her legs and sat down on his thigh. She could immediately feel his heat pressing against her below.

“Felice, take off my clothes, too.”

He gave the commanded, and Felice nodded. Carefully, she untied the wine-colored tie from his chest and laid it aside, then reached for the buttons of his vest.

But her fingers were shaking so badly that she kept fumbling and failing to undo the buttons.

However, Claude didn’t rush her. He waited patiently until she managed to undo all the buttons of his vest.

In the silence, the sound of her nails tapping against the gold buttons echoed in the room.

The more she fumbled, the more conscious she became of her own breathing, which sounded far too loud. She almost wished he would say something—anything.

At the same time, she found herself wishing he’d just do it himself.

With every movement, the thin chemise revealed a bit more of her chest. She was sure he could see everything.

And with her legs spread like this…

She noticed again just how strong and solid his thighs were, pressed tight against her own, and tried to bring her knees together just a little.

But her small effort made no difference at all.

Finally, after several tries, she managed to finish unbuttoning the vest. But before she could relax, she realized there were even more buttons on his shirt beneath.

Felice moved her hands toward his shirt.

At that moment, Claude’s hand touched her thigh.

Startled by his sudden touch, Felice looked up at him in a panic.