Chapter 84
He raised an eyebrow, giving her a look as if to say, What’s wrong?
Even as he looked at her, Claude’s hand kept sliding up Felice’s thigh. The chemise, which had been covering her, slowly rode up beneath his touch.
Felice, who had been fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, grabbed his wrist.
“C-Claude…”
“You haven’t finished undressing me yet, Felice.”
Felice stared at him with trembling eyes
“I—I…”
“Keep going, Felice.”
He commanded again. With hands shaking even more than before, Felice let go of his wrist and returned to the shirt buttons, starting at the top.
As she undid the first button, her chemise crept higher up her thigh. At the second, Claude’s hand slid past her thigh and gripped her bare bottom.
“Ah…!”
Felice gasped in surprise, losing her grip on the third button. Claude squeezed her, releasing and grabbing her again.
“Ha.”
As though he couldn’t get enough, Claude abruptly lifted Felice by the waist and laid her down on the sofa. Then, with a single movement, he tore open the shirt buttons she hadn’t finished unfastening.
Stripping off his vest and shirt in one motion, he leaned down and claimed her lips in a desperate kiss.
“Mm!”
Everything happened so fast, Felice squeezed her eyes shut as his tongue delved into her mouth.
“Mmm… haah, Claude!”
Pushing at his chest, she managed to make him draw back. He was breathless, his eyes dark with longing.
“If you give me an order to be undressed, shouldn’t you at least let me finish?”
Hearing her words, Claude’s brows drew together, and for a moment he shut his eyes. Then, almost collapsing, he buried his face in her chest with a heavy sigh.
“Ha… another… lesson…”
Claude simply lay there, holding her close.
“Claude?”
“….”
He didn’t answer, just remained holding her.
Felice peeked down at his tousled golden hair spread across her chest. It was technically time to resume the lesson, but she let her hand drift up and gently stroked his hair, pretending not to notice. She called softly again.
“Claude?”
This time Claude looked up at her, meeting her gaze.
“I’m still learning too, you know. Aren’t you being a little too hard on me?”
Clause spoke in a stern voice, almost like sulking. Felice blinked in surprise, her lips parting.
“Huh?”
“Lesson, lesson, lesson. It’s always about the lessons.”
Claude rubbed his face against her chest.
She honestly didn’t think she’d pressured him that much, and his boyish complaint made her smile. There was something endearing about it.
Right… he’s never really been in love before. This is all new to him, too.
“Oh… I’m sorry. Maybe I’ve been too focused on teaching.”
Felice tried to stifle her laughter as she kept stroking his hair.
But she couldn’t quite keep herself from smiling, no matter how hard she tried to bite her lip. Her heart felt ticklish and warm.
Felice chuckled, and Claude raised his head, his expression turning a little sour.
“Are you… laughing at me?”
He looked at her dumbfounded.
“I’m sorry… it’s just…”
As Felice chuckled, Claude, now looked annoyed and sat up straight. Gone was the adorable man from a moment ago.
Felice swallowed nervously.
“Uh… Claude?”
She called his name, but it seemed too late.
“Go ahead and laugh.”
Then, his hand traced lightly over her waist, and suddenly his fingers danced quickly.
Felice burst into helpless giggles, squirming under his touch.
“Aah—please, Claude! Ahaha! Stop!”
She writhed away, her laughter uncontrollable. In the process, her chemise naturally rolled up around her waist.
When he finally stopped, her chemise had ridden up to just beneath her chest.
“Felice. Raise your arms.”
He commanded again.
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