Chapter 43
He cupped her face with one hand, and her fairy-like, small, delicate features filled his entire palm. Viern brushed his thumb over her languidly fluttering eyelids and twisted his lips. What dwelled in these eyes looking at him was no longer sparkling affection. It was pure, carnal desire from a purely physical relationship. That fact sharpened his already sensitive mood to a finer point.
Shh—. His other hand, which had been trailing her waist, tugged at the red ribbon tying her blouse closed. In an instant, the front of her garment loosened.
“W-Wait, Your Grace. T-This…”
“A bright day.”
“Mh.”
Sliding his hand under her undergarment, he rolled her n****e between his fingers, feeling the sensitive peak harden instantly against his touch. A body that had no choice but to be as sensitive as its owner.
“You wanted to do it here, didn’t you.”
“N-No, but…”
“You’re the one who came looking for me.”
He pinched and twisted her peak, then pushed the undergarment down. Full b*****s bounced free.
The sight of the pliant flesh yielding to his rough touch was a perfect view, no matter how many times he saw it. A voice that seemed to bubble up from a boiling pot escaped him.
“What’s wrong? Don’t like it because it’s not Aisen’s study?”
He bit down sharply on her earlobe, whispering fiercely.
“Ah, ngh, th-that’s…”
Since that day, Diana would occasionally seek him out like this, using ‘studying’ as a pretext to demand intimacy. And Viern, using ‘education’ as his excuse, didn’t push her away. The start had been difficult, but once their bodies first fit together, they’d continued doing this every time their eyes met.
“That fool’s desk gathers dust because he doesn’t work. My desk is more expensive and better, so don’t feel regret.”
A faint sense of self-loathing washed over him for uttering such childish words, but he ignored it and bit down on a handful of her b****t.
“Th-That’s not… ngh, the problem, ah…!”
He licked up the stiff, crimson peak, and she twisted her body with a moan. Diana was an excellent student. Just the sight of her letting out low moans with those reddened eyes was enough to ignite her teacher’s passion to its limit every time.
“My, do you intend for everyone outside to hear?”
“Hn, ah…”
Teased, she gasped and covered her mouth. Of course, the soundproofing in his study was excellent; no sound would ever leak out. But Diana, unaware of that, bit her lower lip with all her might to suppress the sounds. He wondered if she knew that expression—as if struggling to hold back excitement—drove a man even more insane.
“Haa… Come over here.”
Releasing her, Viern leaned back in his chair and gestured towards the space between the desk and himself. The disheveled woman shuffled nervously around the desk towards him.
Viern leaned against the chair back, gazing at her indifferently. The plump flesh peeking over the pushed-down undergarment, the glistening saliva smeared on it, the angry red marks scattered everywhere… all traces he had left.
Merely looking at her over made heat pool below his navel, but he had to suppress the urge to lay her down right there, spread her open, and drive into her tight, hot depths.
Because this wasn’t about craving her body. This was merely education. An act meant to teach her about healthy, normal intercourse. A relationship that could, and should, be stopped at any moment if she said to stop…
“Climb up and spread yourself.”
Even as the man claiming this was purely for educational purposes had an unnaturally prominent bulge straining his trousers, he ignored it and spoke.
“Huh? Wh-What?”
“Climb up here and spread yourself. The point of this whole thing is for you to spread and get wet on your own, isn’t it?”
“Nngh…”
At his somewhat forceful tone, Diana fidgeted and clumsily climbed onto the desk. Then, glancing at him furtively, she slowly hitched her skirt up to her thighs and cautiously spread her legs.
“L-Like this?”
“Do you think that’s enough?”
He raised an eyebrow, finding it ridiculous that she’d ask after barely parting her ankles enough to fit a fist through.
“But… it’s embarrassing.”
She mumbled, her face slightly flushed. Yet, meeting her unwavering gaze head-on, Viern had to suppress another surge of heat rising below.
“Couldn’t… you just help me?”
“If you can’t do it, then let’s stop.”
“N-No! I, I can do it!”
At the immediate, cool dismissal, Diana quickly protested. In response, Viern crossed his arms and looked at her sidelong, as if to say, Go on then, try it. Frowning at his completely unhelpful attitude, Diana squeezed her eyes shut, trying to spread her thighs wider.
Whoosh—
A large hand seized both her thighs and spread her legs wide open.
“Gasp…!”
“Tsk. Already this wet?”
He clicked his tongue lightly, looking down at the wet s*x now revealed, its inner flesh glistening.
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