Chapter 17
The Duke’s First Woman
The lesson that day was also held in the study. Julia stubbornly tucked a book under her arm, one that would clearly be useless.
The emotion still dominating her was fear rather than anticipation. But it was a fear of a different direction from the one she had felt yesterday, when the first lesson took place.
Yesterday, hadn’t she pleasured herself like a lewd woman just because Duke Drexton’s touch had lingered on her? That must never happen again.
She had to remind herself constantly.
This is only a lesson, and I am only a tutor.
Repeating that it was work over and over seemed to ease the tension somewhat.
Arriving exactly at the appointed time, Julia stood before Duke Drexton’s study.
Knock, knock.
When she knocked, a low voice answered from inside.
“Come in.”
She is entering…
…into Duke Drexton’s domain.
Taking a deep breath, Julia stepped forward. Today as well, the fireplace was making a pleasant sound. In front of it, Duke Drexton was seated in the armchair.
What was different from yesterday was that he wasn’t holding a book, and that he wasn’t wearing glasses.
He swept his gaze up and down over Julia.
At the end of his gaze, he caught sight of the textbook she had brought. The Duke let out a dry chuckle. Julia truly was a stubborn woman.
Duke Drexton spoke briefly.
“Let’s begin.”
Since the two of them were, after all, in a teacher and student relationship, ‘at least during the lesson,’ Julia had to take the lead.
To Julia, this was honestly an unfamiliar and difficult task. In her relationship with her husband, she had never once been proactive. She had been afraid of being branded a lewd woman.
But now, because of her duty as a teacher, she couldn’t hesitate.
‘Calm down, Julia.’
She had no intention of acting like a fool. She had already thought through how to open the lesson.
“…Shall we start with a review?”
“Of last night’s lesson, you mean?”
At Duke Drexton’s words, Julia nodded. The Duke extended his arm toward her. After a brief hesitation, Julia stepped closer.
Remaining seated in the armchair, Duke Drexton wrapped his arms around Julia’s waist.
“Ah.”
Drawn into the Duke’s embrace, Julia unconsciously braced both hands against his shoulders. When she reflexively looked down, his face was positioned right at her b*****s.
My face mustn’t turn red.
Julia thought so. But she couldn’t focus at all. The fingers climbing up her back were like those of a piano player. No, perhaps like a spider instead. One that makes you scream when it crawls over your body.
A scream and a moan aren’t so different, are they.
In the sense that they slip out of your mouth without you realizing it. And in that they stimulate the other person.
Duke Drexton pressed Julia firmly against his body as he undid the buttons down her back. Yesterday he had been so clumsy, but perhaps because he had experienced it once, it was much smoother now.
Her clothes slipped down past Julia’s shoulders.
“It’s a shame this isn’t a wedding gown.”
Duke Drexton smiled as he pressed his lips against Julia’s undergarment.
“Yes, that’s true… but we can’t practice in wedding attire. I can’t wear it either…”
At those words, the Duke’s gaze sharpened slightly. Instead of properly removing the undergarment covering her chest, he simply loosened the ribbon fastening and pulled it down.
Her b*****s spilled out bare beyond the sleeveless undergarment.
“Ah, no!”
Julia panicked.
“What exactly is not allowed?”
Meanwhile, Duke Drexton remained completely unperturbed.
“Th, this kind of act is…”
Not proper.
But Julia couldn’t finish the sentence. The Duke, who had grasped her b****t fully in one hand, began to gently rub her n****e with his index finger.
A sensation that was both ticklish and sharply stimulating washed over Julia.
“Ah… Duke, if you do this.”
“Indeed, women’s bodies are different from men’s flesh. Extremely soft…”
His rough cheek brushed against Julia’s chest. The Duke’s lips were moist. With his lips pressed to her b****t, he moved his hand, kneading her chest.
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