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“Oh, Rackley. That is why all the other young ladies call you a simpleton.”
Irina, the one with beautiful golden hair, leaned her shoulder against Rackley Winner.
“When we get married, we must lead our husbands to the bedroom and produce heirs. That is the role of a wife. However, men are already accustomed to dealing with skilful women such as high-class courtesans.”
“To keep husbands who are accustomed to such lewd women in the bedroom, we must be at least as skilled as they are. How easy do you think that is? Women are expected to be chaste before marriage, but they should not expect us to magically improve our sexual prowess once we’re wed.”
Irina lowered her eyes discreetly and whispered.
“That is why we engage in covert education. Before marriage, that is.”
“If the countess had not been bedridden due to her illness, she would have assigned a teacher to you too, Rackley.”
“Of course. Everyone talks about which teacher teaches better behind their backs. Unmarried young ladies all receive such secret lessons.”
“No one knows unless you tell them. It’s a one-on-one lesson.”
“You should take the Lady Class before getting married as well.”
Rackley Winner’s family, the Winner County, lived in poverty. Not only that, but her mother had also been unwell for a long time due to her poor health. That is why Rackley took care of the county in her mother’s place.
Given her responsibilities at home, Rackley had little time for social activities, so she was not well-versed in the latest gossip circulating among the young women. She could not have participated in the conversations if her friend Irina had not occasionally shared information with her.
This particular topic was no exception.
It was a strange and unfamiliar subject.
She could not believe it, and her ears burned just hearing it.
A class that taught how to lie with men, the Lady Class.
Irina narrowed her eyes and licked her lips, whispering to the sheepish and uncertain Rackley. The intense desire in her eyes was palpable.
“Rackley, shall I recommend you?”
At the time, she refused vehemently, saying, “I will never take that kind of class.”
Rackley’s father, Count Winner, was a strict man who placed great importance on the prestige and reputation of nobility above all else, even if he had no wealth. Therefore, it was completely out of the question for Rackley to sleep with anyone other than her husband.
But could she have the same response to Irina’s suggestion as she did back then?
A moonlit evening in the southern villa, before the hot and humid summer. Rackley gazed at the black-haired man in front of her and marvelled, “Indeed.”
She noticed his firm chest muscles visible through his thin shirt, his thick neck and animalistic gaze, and his black hair.
It was easy to tell just by his appearance that he was skilled in debauchery. The man was so languid and sexy that even the innocent Rackley’s heart raced.
“I cannot believe I’m taking a class from this man.”
Even Rackley, who was considered a strict lady, understood why young women took the Lady Class. Who could resist such a seductive man?
After all, it was a secret one-on-one lesson that no one would know if they did not speak about it.
The longer their eyes met, all sorts of thoughts came to Rackley’s mind. The subsequent thoughts reached back to her childhood. The image of her mother, the biggest wound of her childhood, flickered in her mind.
Her mother, who never received love from her father until her dying moment. Her mother who had fallen ill and wasted away day by day.
“I do not wish to end up like my mother.”
She thought of her mother lying helplessly in bed, giving in to her fate.
She did not want to be swept away in her life by someone else, whether through marriage or anything else.
She wanted to at least protect herself.
But in order to do that,
“I have to become corrupt, too.”
Rackley cleared her throat and walked past him. Her eyelashes trembled as she fixed her gaze ahead. Her gaze at the man became clear.
Her heart was already pounding as if it would explode.
For someone hired as a gigolo, the man was strangely arrogant.
He did not urge Rackley. He was confident that she would not turn him down.
And he was right.
Seeing him look at her like that was too much for her to take.
Strangely, her head began to spin, and her body was in heat. Every time the thin muslin dress she was wearing brushed against her sensitive skin, her body itched. She wanted to take it off quickly.
Rackley swallowed the saliva pooling in her mouth, feeling a strange and embarrassing sensation she had never felt before.
It was fortunate that she did not uncover her chest by removing her undergarments while staying in this unfamiliar villa. Otherwise, her nipples would have already protruded sharply over the muslin dress, revealing her excitement.
A one-on-one class.
The Lady Class.
“I was told everyone else was receiving this kind of lesson.”
The future is a complete mystery.
The person responsible for this, Irina, was a friend despite her occasional profanity and rambling conversations that sometimes made Rackley uncomfortable.
It wasn’t just a personal friendship, but a close relationship between Rackley’s family, the Winner County, and Irina’s family, the Solomon family. Furthermore, since Irina had personally arranged this, she too was involved and couldn’t spread rumours lightly.
Various rationalizations and a dizzying heat circled her head. She felt an itchiness she had never felt before. The area between her legs was becoming moist and damp.
Everything was slowly breaking down Rackley’s sturdy barrier.
With her eyes damp and avoiding the man’s gaze, she held onto the hem of her dress like a bed sheet.
She slowly lifted the fabric held in her hand upwards, with the evening air passing through her calves and between her parted legs. She felt the flow of the air, brushing against her skin within the cloth, along with the heat from her body.
As the fabric rose, her fair and slender legs, which had never been seen by others, were revealed.
She stood in front of the window, and the moonlight shone through the thin fabric, clearly exposing her silhouette.
The fabric rose to the point where her private areas could be seen, and the man’s eyes narrowed, feeling her body up and down.
Rackley swallowed another dry gulp.
Due to her conservative father’s demands, she always wore modest dresses. Even when she went to parties, she naturally covered her chest and buttoned up her dress tightly, all the way up to her chin.
To think that she was standing in front of a stranger, letting her hair down and exposing herself in a vulnerable state… Her cheeks were burning.
However, his hand lifted her skirt further up.
Eventually, it revealed an area that had never been seen by a man before.
What will happen next?
Even though she knew he would be polite as he was someone Irina prepared for her, Rackley’s heart still pounded with anxiety and excitement.
“Y-You must not reveal whatever happens during our lessons.”
He stared at her red lips, unable to take his eyes off them. He seemed like he wanted to put something in her mouth right then and there.
Rackley’s heart thumped loudly as she felt his gaze on her.
“Also… You are not allowed to put it in.”
She licked her lips, feeling embarrassed to speak, revealing her anxiety to him.
Still, she thought he would accept her demand since he was just a gigolo.
“I have to spend my first night with my future husband.”
After the wedding night, the maids would check if there was any blood on the sheets.
While it was possible to fool them, she risked serious consequences if she mishandled the situation due to her lack of focus.
“…I will take the Lady Class if you keep your promise.”
She wasn’t selling her body in any way, yet she was still embarrassed to utter these words with her own mouth.
The man let out a sigh that resembled a laugh.
After observing like a bystander for so long, he finally made a move.
A thick smile spread across his face. Rackley was afraid he would rush in and forcefully restrain her, but the man moved elegantly and took his time. Like a skilled predator, he slowly closed the distance between him and Rackley.
As he got closer, he scanned Rackley’s face with his gaze.
His eyes travelled down her ear and the necklace before finally landing on her tightly covered chest. Rackley nervously reiterated her demand.
It was also a reminder to herself.
“Y-You can’t put it in.”
She had to protect her virginity for her future husband. It is not unheard of for a bride to be divorced or to demand a hefty settlement on the grounds that she is not a virgin.
“But can I at least touch you?”
His husky voice contained a relaxed laugh.
“W-Well, if you don’t touch me, we can’t proceed with the lesson, can we?”
“That’s true.”
“What about a kiss?”
His hand touched Rackley’s thigh.
“Ahh!”
Rackley took a deep breath, causing her chest to rise. Then, she nodded her head slightly.
The man’s rough hand slowly climbed up her leg and invaded the area beneath her dress that even the hand of a maid had never touched before.
As the man’s hand touched the hem of her underwear, it slipped into the valley between her legs.
When his hand touched her private area, she was startled and grabbed the man’s arm.
“Ah!”
His arm was muscular and firm like steel.
Rackley’s eyes widened in surprise.
Nevertheless, the man’s hand continued to tease her sensitive area.
Though it was only a light touch, her body responded instinctively. Her lower opening quivered and twitched as it came into contact with the fabric.
Although she understood the theory of intimate relations between men and women, this was her first practical experience. Yet her body responded instinctively, as if her lewd parts were being pressured under the man’s touch.
She caught a whiff of his strong scent and body odour.
His breath tickled her neck, and his hair brushed against her skin.
Though they were close, their lips did not touch. He tempted Rackley, keeping a tantalizing distance.
“Are you excited?” he whispered lowly into her ear. As their eyes met, Rackley was unable to move.
She began to regret this mistake. This man was too dangerous.
Suddenly, the man’s tongue licked Rackley’s earlobe.
“You’re already soaking wet, my lady.”
The lesson had begun.
Translated by Neijude