Lewd Courtship - Chapter 53

Since he was going that far for her, it felt awkward to just leave. With a sulky expression, Rachel perched herself on the edge of the bed. Her interest had already waned, but since he’d been described as handsome, she decided to wait a little.

It felt like ten minutes or so had passed. The sound of the door opening was followed by the presence of someone entering. Rachel’s gaze drifted naturally toward the new man.

Oh.

Rachel marveled inwardly. Just as the manager had said, he was flaunting strikingly good looks.

Even under the dim lighting, his distinct black hair and deep blue eyes stood out.
His sharply slanted eyes carried a keen, decadent aura. Because of that, she couldn’t help but think he vaguely resembled Killian.

Of course, that was just a misconception; only the atmosphere was a little similar. If one examined his features carefully, he was less refined than Killian—like a raw gemstone roughly polished.

Still, there was something about him that drew the eye. Rachel found herself staring at him without realizing it. When their eyes met, the man offered a faint smile and walked toward her. The sound of his footsteps, echoing softly in the quiet room, subtly teased her hearing.

Before long, the two had drawn so close that they could feel each other’s warmth.
Before Rachel could even react, the man’s hand forcefully pushed her shoulder.

“Ah….”

Her upper body lost its balance and tilted backward, falling onto the soft bed sheets that wrapped around her back.

Through the layers of her skirt, she felt the weight pressing down. The man pushed his leg between the parted fabric, sliding it in. His knee advanced gently into the slight gap between her thighs.

Rachel instinctively swallowed her breath.

As if in response, the man’s hand immediately burrowed into the inside of her thigh. It slid upward as if caressing, then shifted her panties aside, and two fingers squeezed tightly into the damp entrance where faint moisture had gathered.

“Ah! Ahhht, haa… ah!”

Her inner walls twitched against the stiff intrusion, resisting. As Rachel let out a broken breath, the man clamped his palm over her mouth. He pressed against her lips with measured force and stirred the slickened flesh.

“Mmm… mmph, mmngh.”

He moved his fingers teasingly, pressing down firmly on her quivering insides, then curling his joints in rhythm with the wet, squelching sounds. As her tender walls were scraped, Rachel’s eyes began to flush with heat.

She grabbed his wrist and writhed restlessly.

It felt as though the wall she had only ever broken with Killian was flickering before her eyes.
The moment she clenched, craving stronger stimulation, the fingers filling her suddenly slipped out.

“Hhhhk!”

The sudden loss of stimulation made her insides feel utterly empty. Unconsciously, Rachel lifted her hips, chasing after his fingers. She longed for him to keep thrusting, but regrettably, even the hand covering her mouth slipped away.

“Ahhht, haa… ahh…”

Her breath burst out as if a blockage had been released. With the air flowing more freely, longing seeped into her voice. Catching her ragged, aching breaths, she looked up at him.

The man was listening to her breathing as though observing her. When their eyes briefly met, he lifted his damp fingers to his own lips. His tongue licked up the glistening tips, savoring them as though tasting a delicacy. Between his slightly parted lips, traces of her disappeared obscenely.

“Mmm, a fine taste. You really are a splendid b***h.”

“Uht…”

The vulgar string of words pounded against Rachel’s heart. Though she hated hearing it, her heartbeat quickened, and her chest rose and fell so violently it was visible.

The man placed his hand over that trembling rise.

Without hesitation, he began undoing her buttons. From her collarbone downward, his touch moved with both gentleness and precision. Her cleavage, pressed down by her undergarments, gradually came into view.

Just as he was about to grasp her b****t, the man noticed a pendant necklace caught between them. Too finely crafted and ornate to be a simple trinket, it looked expensive. Above all, the emblem engraved at the center of the pendant was strangely familiar.

“This is…”

The man immediately realized what it was.

The moment he recognized it as a royal crest, a flash of bewilderment crossed his expression.
His hand froze reflexively, losing its aim and lingering uncertainly in place.

“Why is he acting like that?”

His hesitation was conveyed directly to her. Puzzled, Rachel glanced around the man’s hand. From below her line of sight, a thin chain came into view. Only then did she realize she had walked in wearing the royal family’s necklace.

‘Ah, could it be because of this?’