Chapter 20
The path leading to the womb rapidly repeated cycles of contraction and relaxation. Duke Drexton couldn’t help imagining what it would have been like if what was inside there hadn’t been his fingers, but his own member.
“Ah, ah… ah…”
Unaware of what the Duke was thinking, Julia was simply steeped in the dizzying sensations. She arched her chest and panted. The peaks of her b*****s, swollen with intense arousal, asserted their presence before the Duke’s eyes as if begging to be sucked. There was no reason to refuse. Duke Drexton opened his mouth.
“Mmhh…”
Perhaps completely drained of strength, Julia no longer pushed him away and instead entrusted her body to the Duke’s hands. Even as he sucked at b*****s that produced no milk, the Duke continuously caressed the c******s that still hadn’t calmed down. Julia’s toes kept curling.
A languid pleasure different from before. A gentler touch contrasted with merciless lips. The private tutor, slumped in her student’s embrace, taught nothing.
Today, the student simply learned on his own.
She felt foolish. She wanted to feel that sensation again. With vacant eyes fixed on one spot, Julia wondered if she should abandon herself to that cozy instinct.
Cruelly enough, what was there was the hourglass.
An hourglass nearly run out.
Julia snapped back to her senses. She had forgotten her duty of ‘teaching’ and let herself be toyed with by her student’s hands. This couldn’t happen, especially not from the position of ‘Edgar’s teacher’. Because of their past connection, Julia had instead been raising a higher wall around her heart.
“The lesson is over.”
Beyond flustered, Julia shoved Duke Drexton away and stood up. Her undergarment skirt, completely disheveled, slipped down with a soft thump.
Duke Drexton, his right hand thoroughly soaked, looked at Julia with a slightly dazed expression. From his knees where he sat blankly, Julia quickly snatched up her undergarment skirt.
At that moment, she saw it.
His waistband, thickly swollen and insistently asserting itself with pent-up arousal.
It was even stained around the area with something she couldn’t tell whether it was her own fluids or the Duke’s pre-c*m.
Julia’s face burned hot. Her lower abdomen burned as well.
Without even thinking to dress properly, she hugged her petticoat to her chest to cover herself and fled the study.
As she ran down the corridor, only that image kept appearing beneath her eyelids. Not Duke Drexton’s handsome face, nor the blue eyes that reminded her of ‘Edgar’, nor his wet hand.
But his manhood, asserting itself as if it would tear through the front of his trousers.
A male symbol that would be twice as large and hard as her husband’s.
* * *
Upon returning to her bedroom, another realization tormented Julia.
Yesterday’s self-pleasure was a secret known only to Julia. But what had happened today, falling apart in the Duke’s arms, was different.
Now Duke Drexton also knew that Julia became aroused for him.
‘W-What should I do?’
Thoughts scattered everywhere, Julia paced restlessly around the bedroom, her chest still exposed.
‘This can’t be. This can’t be…’
Even if she engaged in s****l acts with him, Julia’s resolve had been to approach it as calmly as possible. But that resolve had been shattered to pieces.
Was she always such a woman, so weak to stimulation?
When she was with her husband, she had even been mocked as frigid.
Feeling wronged and sorrowful, Julia bit down hard on her lip.
‘What does Duke Drexton think of me?’
The question about whether she leaked even for a man who wasn’t her husband echoed in her ears.
‘He must despise me.’
Julia suffered as she jumped to conclusions. No matter how much she hid their old connection, being despised by ‘Edgar’ was unbearably painful.
All the more so, she should display the chaste comportment befitting a widow.
But my duty is to teach the Duke about s*x…
Those two contradictory duties tormented Julia.
On top of that, the image of Duke Drexton’s swollen front kept resurfacing, driving her nearly mad. Obscene desire was consuming her. Vile fantasies that stabbed and ground at the deepest part of her lower body. Surely enormous, and hot…
That night, Julia lay awake, worrying about what Duke Drexton thought of her.
As she chewed on her fingernails, she had no idea at all that, in the study, the Duke had gripped and stroked his own member over and over again.
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