Private Tutoring for the Duke’s First Night - Chapter 18

Meanwhile, Julia stood frozen, her hands resting on the Duke’s shoulders, unable to do anything one way or the other. Both b*****s, exposed over her plain undergarments, collapsed and pressed together of their own accord, forming a lewd shape.

“Huu…”

Duke Drexton smacked his lips against Julia’s chest, wearing a satisfied expression. He repeatedly touched the n*****s that had thrust upward, and at last even put his mouth to them.

He sucked at her b****t with strong pressure. When his soft tongue pressed down on her n****e, Julia let out a short scream.

“Ah!”

“Mmm.”

Julia put strength into her hands as if to push the Duke away. However, the Duke’s arm wrapped around her waist easily pulled her back in.

“Ah, no, you mustn’t. That place is for a baby…”

The tip of the Duke’s tongue delicately caressed Julia’s areola. Her waist gave out, and she ended up collapsing onto the Duke’s thigh.

“Ah, the place where milk for a baby comes from…”

Julia stubbornly tried to push Duke Drexton away.

“Please continue the lesson, Teacher.”

But that was all the Duke said. Rather, as if it were better that Julia was sitting on his thigh, he pulled her in close and slipped his hand beneath her dress skirt.

Ah, this isn’t right.

She should properly remove her clothes in the correct order, become naked, and then proceed with the lesson. She shouldn’t be teaching such animalistic behavior without sense or order…

“D-Duke. First, properly undress… hng…”

Julia’s attempt to bring the lesson back onto the proper track was mercilessly brushed aside. The Duke’s calloused hand dug into the tender inner side of her thigh.

With oddly urgent movements, Duke Drexton also stripped away her lower undergarments. Then he wiped the liquid that Julia’s hole was pouring out like a spring with his index and middle fingers, and brought them straight upward.

“This is what you called the c******s, correct.”

“Duke…”

“It’s e***t again today. A part that’s completely useless for having children.”

As if he found it adorable, Duke Drexton stroked the plump, swollen c******s several times. Each time, Julia felt as though she was going mad. Lewd liquid kept spilling onto his palm.

“A creature called a woman.”

Duke Drexton asked.

“Does she normally leak so easily? Even in front of someone who isn’t her husband?”

“Nnh…”

His voice, coming so close to her ear, stimulated Julia’s shame. She couldn’t say anything and only let tears well up.

“No, that’s not, huff, true. I, my husband… ah!”

Julia’s skirt was flipped up completely. With her chest and crotch fully exposed, she struggled to defend herself.

That she wasn’t a loose woman. That she was a chaste widow.

But she herself could feel the clear liquid surging up and pouring out hotly.

“Then is it because your partner is me that you’re this aroused?”

“Nnaagh!”

Fingertips pressing hard and rubbing. Instead of answering, Julia could only let out scream-like moans.

Her body heated up. So much that even the warmth of the fireplace felt hot. Sweat forming on Julia’s nape flowed down into her cleavage. Watching the path traced by the droplets, Duke Drexton swallowed his dry saliva. His own body temperature was rising as well.

Neither of them knew it, but Julia’s c******s was relatively larger than other women’s. The kidney-bean-sized nub caught against his fingers, and each time, Julia’s waist arched and her b*****s bounced. The n*****s the Duke had sucked glistened, wet.

When he pulled his hand slightly away from her v***a, a clear strand stretched out. Duke Drexton studied it closely as it glittered in the fireplace light.

Julia leaned her back against the Duke’s hand and slumped to one side, turning her head away. The shame was still there, but the sensations of her skin, made dizzyingly sensitive, clouded the eyes of reason. The arousal that had yet to be relieved left Julia aching.