Chapter 2

The sensation of her tongue against his was unbearably sweet.  

Even Amelie’s voice began to carry a hint of heat as her body responded. Kailo kneaded her soft br*asts, pressed firmly against the sheets, and teased them relentlessly.  

As he moved his hips slightly, shallow thrusts began, drawing soft moans from Amelie’s lips.  

“Hnnngh, mm…”

Then, all at once, the heavy, thick length pushed deeply into her, reaching the very end of her inner walls. Amelie’s eyes widened as her body trembled violently.  

“Ah… Ah…”  

She couldn’t even scream. She couldn’t believe there was still more to take.

The overwhelming pressure made her feel as though her stomach was being pushed upward. As she writhed in disbelief, Kailo held her tightly, pressing his large frame against her trembling body.  

Though her body seemed to reject the massive intrusion, he gently but firmly pushed himself further inside.  

“Hah… Amelie.”  

His voice was filled with affection.  

When he was fully inside, he could feel her deepest walls wrapping snugly around the head of his member. The sensation of perfect unity sent shivers down his spine.  

How could a body that fit him so perfectly ever belong to anyone else?  

“Ahh… Please take it out. Your Grace… I beg you.”  

“Take it out? That’s not happening.”  

As her pale hips trembled uncontrollably, Kailo pressed his pelvis flush against hers, intertwining their bodies completely. He grasped her small hands, which were clutching the sheets, and held them tightly in his own.  

Wrapping an arm around her waist for support, he withdrew slowly before thrusting back in with a firm motion that reached her deepest point.  

“Ah! Hngh!”  

“With the way your body clings to me so eagerly. How could I possibly pull out?”  

“Ahh, hnnngh!”

“I’ll make sure to cherish you completely.”

Amelie shook her head frantically as she sobbed. She twisted her body in an attempt to escape, but Kailo held her firmly in place, leaving her with no room to flee.  

His large member scraped against her sensitive walls as it moved, each thrust sending shockwaves through her. Strange, unfamiliar sounds spilled from her lips.  

“Hngh… Ahh!”  

The sharp pain she had felt at first began to fade, replaced by sensations that overwhelmed her nerves. Her body, despite herself, started to respond eagerly, tightening around him.  

“Hah… You’re squeezing me so tightly… Damn it…”  

Amelie, who was trembling beneath him, opened her mouth in shock. The normally composed Kailo was muttering vulgar words, something she could never have imagined.  

Driven by his arousal, he quickened his pace, thrusting into her with relentless intensity. Amelie, flushed and trembling, moaned sweetly. Though she still felt discomfort, the sensations were unbearably good. She felt as though she might dissolve entirely under his touch.

“Hah… Mm!”  

“You’re mine, Amelie.”  

Their joined bodies were already drenched. With each thrust, the fluids from her arousal coated her inner thighs. The obscene sound of their bodies colliding echoed in the room.  

“Hah… Ahh! Mm!”  

Amelie was gasping and moaning like an animal.  

“You signed a contract with me, didn’t you? As a private tutor. So, as long as you’re working for Estricen…”  

“Hngh!”  

“You’ll satisfy any desires that arise. With me, here in this estate. Understood?”  

Kailo gripped her pale hips tightly, pulling her closer as he moved within her, his large member stirring her slick, sensitive depths.  

“Hmmngh…”

“Do you understand, Amelie?”  

Even in her dazed state, softened by pleasure, Amelie vaguely thought that what he was saying didn’t make sense. 

Sure, she understood the need to maintain dignity as a live-in tutor for a noble family. But this…  

Sleeping with her employer wasn’t part of the job description.  

For a moment, Amelie wanted to ask him the same question:  

‘Do private tutors do this sort of thing?’

But that thought was quickly consumed by the overwhelming pleasure that followed.  

***

The beginning of everything goes back to a few months ago.  

“What?”  

For Amelie, who was majoring in education at the capital’s academy, the news of her parents’ passing was like a bolt from the blue.  

They had been in a carriage accident, hovering between life and death, and passed away before anything could be done.  

After crying her heart out for a long time, she barely managed to pull herself together when suddenly, well-dressed individuals barged into her home.  

“We are here to execute the will of the late Viscount Grint and his wife, your parents. The entirety of their title, estate, and assets have been passed on to their eldest son, Marcus Grint.”  

“W-What did you just say…?”  

Amelie gaped, stunned.  

The Grint Viscountcy was a small noble family far from the capital. Although not wealthy by noble standards, her parents had always loved and cherished both Amelie and her older brother Marcus equally.  

They had even sent Amelie to the capital to pursue her studies, something unheard of in her hometown, where the prevailing opinion was that sending a woman to the academy for years was just a waste of money and would only delay her marriage prospects. Yet, her parents had signed her admission papers without hesitation, fulfilling her wish.  

〈You are our pride, Amelie. Go out into the wider world and pursue your dreams.〉  

For such parents to leave her with no means of support—it was unthinkable.  

“That can’t be true.”  

But the will they presented bore the unmistakable seal of the Grint Viscountcy.  

Amelie’s mind went blank, flooded with worries about what to do next.  

“What about the academy?”  

Though she had bravely come to the capital, she was still just a 20-year-old student relying on her parents’ support to get by day by day. Without any inheritance, she couldn’t even afford tuition for the next semester.  

“What about the house? Rent is due next week.”  

“…”  

“Is there really nothing left for me? Not even a small amount of cash?”  

By then, even the executors of the will looked slightly sympathetic. If she couldn’t pay her rent, Amelie would be evicted from her current home immediately.  

“We are merely carrying out the terms of the will as entrusted to us. Perhaps it would be best to give up on the academy and return to your hometown.”  

“…”  

“At the very least, it’s better than ending up on the streets as a noblewoman.”  

With those unhelpful words, they left. Amelie, still overwhelmed with grief, now had to figure out where to go from here. There were too many unresolved questions, but she had no idea how to address them in her current situation.  

“What? You’re dropping out of the academy?”  

When Amelie confided in Nina, her classmate from the fashion department, Nina became furious on her behalf over the absurdity of the situation.  

“Don’t you dare go back to your hometown, Amelie. Even as someone from a different department, I know how much your professors adore you.”  

“Nina, thank you.”  

“You can always return to the academy once you’ve got the funds. Until then… hmm.”  

Nina thought for a moment before grabbing Amelie’s arm.  

“Come stay with me. Pack your things.”  

It was a sudden move, but at least it meant she wouldn’t be homeless or forced to return to her hometown. Just as Amelie was about to thank Nina for the umpteenth time, Nina clamped a hand over her mouth, telling her to stop.  

But when Amelie saw Nina’s room, she froze in place.  

“W-What is all this?”  

The room was filled with underwear. Not ordinary ones, but scandalously revealing, provocative designs that made it hard to know where to look.  

They barely covered what needed to be covered, with intricate connections, ties, and decorations in places Amelie had never imagined.  

‘Ahhh, how embarrassing!’  

Instinctively covering her eyes, Amelie peeked through her fingers a few seconds later.  

Some appeared to be for men, but most were elaborate sets for women. They weren’t just vulgar; they were surprisingly elegant and high-quality in design.  

Lace, ribbons, leather straps, sheer veils, shimmering chains, jewels, and corsets—they came in every imaginable material and color.  

“Ah.”  

Nina spread her arms wide with a proud smile.  

“These are my masterpieces!”  

“Masterpieces?”  

Amelie asked, startled.  

“You made these?”  

“Of course!”  

Nina began explaining enthusiastically.  

“Most people who major in fashion start by designing dresses for noblewomen. But the competition is fierce because everyone flocks to it. This field, however, is different. It’s wide open with potential.”  

Though initially flustered, Amelie couldn’t deny the logic behind Nina’s analysis. She had never heard of a boutique specializing in lingerie for noblewomen.  

As Nina explained further, it became clear that nobles, with their lavish lifestyles, also enjoyed extravagant romantic lives. Unique lingerie to spice things up was undoubtedly in demand.  

“So, I’m preparing to launch my own brand soon. Everything is going smoothly, except for one thing…”  

Midway through her excited chatter, Nina stopped abruptly as if realizing something.  

What she lacked was a model. While she could handle designing, making, and marketing on her own, mannequins simply weren’t enough.  

The mannequins available on the market were all made for outerwear, lacking the delicate features of a woman’s body. They couldn’t strike various poses either.  

This limitation stifled her creativity. Even when she finished a piece, she couldn’t be sure it was truly perfect. While she could wear them herself, juggling both design and modeling was too chaotic and time-consuming.  

Additionally, to create promotional materials, she needed illustrations of models wearing her designs.