Chapter 9
At the sight of the woman’s entrance suddenly spread out before him, Duke Drexton found his gaze fixing on it without realizing. Contrary to expectation, Julia’s thighs traced plump curves, and beneath the sparse, fine nether hair, the split mound was thick and pink-tinged brown.
“Hah…”
Julia trembled briefly with shame and let out a breath.
But she soon pulled herself together. I have to continue the lesson. The lesson… The man in front of me is my student, and I am his private tutor.
It was an avoidant way of thinking. Yet that escape granted Julia an astonishing boldness.
“The female s****l organ that is visible on the outside like this is called the v***a.”
She was able to continue explaining without shaking.
But her voice inevitably wavered. Duke Drexton looked at Julia’s face. It was harder to endure than when he looked below.
So Julia went beyond boldness and, rudely enough, lightly pressed down on the crown of Duke Drexton’s head, making him lower it.
“L-Look.”
“Huh.”
Duke Drexton let out a hollow laugh. Still, he obediently shifted his gaze to below Julia.
Julia spread her labia majora with both hands. The small folds that covered the opening through which a man would enter parted as well, revealing pink inner flesh.
Her s*x plainly revealed Julia’s tension. When Duke Drexton gently rested his hand on her pale thigh, the opening twitched impudently.
“Into this opening, Your Grace’s manhood…”
Ah, how should I phrase it.
Thrust, stab, stick in… Only words that felt far too crude came to mind for Julia. Heat flared around her eyes.
After biting her lip tightly for a moment, Julia finally found a suitable word.
“W-Will be inserted here.”
Duke Drexton listened closely to Julia’s explanation, lightly holding both of her thighs. He didn’t leer vulgarly or ask teasing questions, but behaved like a truly exemplary student.
“The bride may feel ashamed, s-so take a good look at my body, and on the first night, avoid staring at the bride too blatantly.”
What am I even saying.
In this insane situation, Julia’s tongue began to tangle. She could no longer clearly recognize what she was saying herself.
Still, the explanation continued. Duke Drexton’s blue eyes were fixed between Julia’s legs, and as if silence were unacceptable, Julia kept chattering endlessly about the process of intercourse.
Her head felt like it was spinning. Perhaps because of the heat from the fireplace, her body felt hot. Warmth gathered below, and as it had in the carriage, it began to grow moist and slick.
“S-So once the v****a is fully relaxed, insert the p***s and move the hips back and forth in a reciprocating motion…”
An urge rose to rock her hips. Julia stopped mid-sentence and pressed her lips shut. Her secretions slid down along the crease of her b******s. At that very moment, Duke Drexton’s hand lifted from Julia’s thigh.
“What is this called?”
Duke Drexton pointed somewhere.
Because he hadn’t touched Julia there at all, Julia had to lower her gaze and look directly at her own organ to confirm which part he meant.
“That is…”
“It began swelling while you were teaching, Teacher.”
It was her c******s, swollen and hardened on its own.
Explaining the female body without omission was Julia’s duty, yet she found herself momentarily at a loss for words. Explaining a part that had no reproductive function and existed solely for pleasure felt deeply obscene.
“It’s called the c******s.”
Julia’s voice shrank to a crawl.
“It has nothing to do with conceiving a child. So there’s no need to concern yourself with it.”
“I see.”
The Duke’s handsome eyebrow flicked upward briefly. He leaned his head down slightly, as if trying to take a closer look at Julia’s engorged little bud.
Though there was sufficient distance, it felt as if his breath brushed against her.
Julia startled and dropped her skirt hem, covering her lower body. At the sudden action, Duke Drexton lifted his head and stared intently at Julia’s face.
Tears welled in Julia’s eyes. Her ears burned.
“I-I’m sorry. I’ll continue the lesson…”
“Stop.”
Duke Drexton cut Julia off. He gestured toward the hourglass on the desk.
“The lesson time is over.”
Just as he said, an hour had passed without her even knowing how.
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