Lady Felice’s Secret Class - Chapter 86

He waited quietly for her answer as their eyes met.

“…I’m okay.”

Felice finally replied, gently stroking his cheek with a soft smile.

No sooner had she spoken than Claude’s lips claimed hers again. At the same time, his hand slowly trailed down, past her chest and lower still.

“Mmph… hmm…!”

His fingers moved softly across her belly before slipping inside.

Instantly, Felice’s face contorted in pain. Even with just one finger, the discomfort was intense—tears welled up and slipped down her cheeks.

“Haa…”

Her expression twisted, tears streaming down, but Claude leaned up to kiss the tears from her face.

“Does it hurt?”

As he lifted himself, Claude parted her legs and positioned his member.

Felice pressed her lips together at that question.

It felt like it was going to hurt. If even one finger hurt this much, she couldn’t imagine what it would be like with something so much bigger than five fingers.

Nervously, she grabbed his wrist.

“Cl-Claude… it’s too big…”

“Shh, it’s alright. I heard it hurts less if it’s big.”

It was the first time she’d heard such a thing, and Felice frowned in confusion. How could something bigger possibly hurt less? Still, she didn’t argue—she simply glanced down at him, swallowing hard.

Everyone said bigger was better, and Claude… was certainly big.

“It’ll be alright, Felice.”

It was her first time, but thankfully, thanks to all the attention from his tongue, she was already wet. Slowly, Claude pressed himself against her, gradually pushing inside.

“Hngh… Cl-Claude…”

“Haa, Felice.”

As he eased into her, Claude leaned in and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth.

“Mmph… ha… mm…”

Felice’s moans were swallowed into his kiss. The ache inside her grew as he filled her completely, and all she could do was cling tightly to his back as tears streamed down her face.

…it hurt.

Enough to make her cry and cry.

Seeing her in tears, Claude broke their kiss, brushing the hair from her face with concern.

“Does it hurt? Should I stop?”

But Felice shook her head. Pain had come first, but a strange sense of fullness was starting to give her a different kind of satisfaction.

“Haa…”

Claude let out a low moan. He tried to move, he felt her body tighten fiercely around him, making him almost lose control.

He’d only just started, but he felt like he might c*m right then and there—the way her body clenched around him, refusing to let go.

Felice kept crying, holding him tightly. Claude bit his lip, a wild satisfaction welling up in his chest at the sight of her so undone. He didn’t even have a piece of her heart, yet here he was, lost in her body.

“Haa… hngh…”

Claude shifted his hips, suppressing the curse that was about to escape his lips. It was so damn good.

But soon, along with her tears, Felice’s breathing grew hot and heavy, desire creeping into her voice.

“Haa…”

And at the same time, Claude could feel her squeezing even tighter around him.

“Does it still hurt? Hm?”

Claude straightened his upper body, gripping her legs and moving his hips more quickly.

“Ah, haa…! Hngh! Mmm!”

With his every movement, Felice’s cries grew louder. He furrowed his brow, then smoothed it, finally letting go of her legs to grab her hands and pull her to him. Her chest bounced with his whole body.

“Unnh… ah! N-no… it doesn’t hurt anymore…”

Felice’s cheeks were flushed, still stained with tears. When her eyes finally met his, Claude felt his last shred of control snap.