1.6

[She thought she was exhausted. She thought there was nothing left for her already cl*maxed body but to collapse in the corridor. 

But how many more times did the relentless flesh collide with her? A strange voice began to escape as if something deep within her chest was opening. 

“Ahh, ah! Young master, I, no, ah, not so deep, ah, I really, I feel strange…” 

“We’re not normal anyway. Right? You’ve never been normal from the start…” 

“Ah…” 

The maid reached her climax, trembling and with her mouth open. Her mind felt completely empty. At the same time, her lower body was filled with his essence. 

He didn’t let go of her waist even long after he finished, as if he wanted to empty everything inside her. Even as she leaned against the corridor in tears. 

“Young master…” 

“Isn’t this what you wanted too?” 

Still holding her, he smiled slyly. 

Red marks from his hands were imprinted on her hips. Like a seal marking his possession. 

Eventually, the maid trembled and fainted. Tears rolled down her cheeks and soaked the floor. 

The man clicked his tongue. 

“What a bother.” 

He wished she would take care of herself, but he didn’t want to leave her here for some other unsavory servant to touch. 

Before he bent down to lift the maid in his arms. 

For some reason. 

Without understanding his own actions, he kissed the mark his hand had left on the maid’s body. 

As if it were a precious symbol, very carefully.]

Delphinel was thrown into even greater confusion. 

‘What is with this man, really? Does he like it or not? For someone to act, there needs to be a principle behind it. Why kiss me when he says he doesn’t even understand his own actions?’ 

Seeking answers only led to more confusion. 

Trying to ignore the lingering sensation between her legs, Delphinel tossed aside the erotic book about the young master. 

‘In the end, it didn’t even explain what to do when there’s a height difference, did it? …Or should I look for another position?’ 

The question remained unresolved. 

Delphinel, torn between her academic books and the erotic novel, closed her eyes and picked up another book. 

The coarse, cheap paper tickled her fingerprints. 

The second book she picked up began with the following sentence: 

[Nobles do not expect much from female tutors. At least, that was the case with the Raybel family. 

These women, who grew up somewhat privileged, couldn’t do physical labor, nor had they married into society. They maintained themselves by imparting the little knowledge they had learned to children. 

But the truly important things are learned at school anyway. A tutor fulfills her role if she ensures the children don’t embarrass themselves in public. It’s even better if she doesn’t assert the pride from her well-bred days. 

In that sense, Rachel was a decent tutor. She was healthy, taking after her father, who was once a knight, and had inherited the graceful demeanor of her mother, who had once walked the path of a priestess. 

Her only flaw was being too naive. 

Of course, that wasn’t a weakness for a diligent tutor. 

…At least not until the boy who was once her pupil returned as an adult.] 

While not eloquent, it read like ordinary literature compared to the previous erotic novel. 

‘Did I borrow the wrong book?’ 

Delphinel, flustered, checked the cover again. But the identity of the cover was clear. 

『The Only Thing a Tutor Can Teach』 

In the top right corner of the solemn title, a red sticker read ‘A Friend for a Lonely Night.’ If not for this, she might have expected a coming-of-age story about a noble tutor and a rebellious young master… 

Anyway, the introduction was decent. 

Delphinel mentally cleared her throat. 

‘Ahem, this is quite readable. Besides, I can relate a bit to the protagonist. If I had failed to secure a professorship, I might have looked for work as a tutor as a temporary measure.’ 

The female protagonist in the novel was diligent. She wasn’t a stunning beauty, but she had an appealing appearance and always participated in events with her brown hair neatly braided. 

The Raybel family children complained that Rachel’s classes were boring, but they didn’t disrespect her. Delphinel quickly found herself empathizing with Rachel. 

‘Yes, preparing lessons is incredibly hard! The idea that dealing with kids is easy is just a stereotype!’ 

Her heart raced for a different reason than before. Surely a woman this diligent would meet a good male protagonist, right? Delphinel turned the page with a more comfortable heart.

[That day was particularly hot. The twins of the Raybel family were sticking out their tongues, and the maid had brought glasses of ice-filled juice several times. 

But a few glasses of juice weren’t the solution. The twins took turns leaving for the bathroom, and each time they returned, they brought amusing news for their companion. One piece of news was intriguing even to Rachel. 

“A peacock has entered the garden! It seems to have escaped on its way to a nearby party venue.” 

The twins’ feet began to fidget simultaneously. Rachel realized she wouldn’t be able to keep the twins in place this time. 

In the end, she nodded. There was no explanation, but the twins instinctively understood they were granted freedom and dashed into the garden. Well, since they had been running back and forth to the bathroom, the end of the class was already near, so she wouldn’t be accused of neglect. 

Rachel leaned against the window and looked down. Between the lush garden trees, the children ran, laughing. In the distance, voices of servants awkwardly chasing the peacock could be heard. 

At that moment, the maid entered the room, pushing a trolley. On the trolley were two cups of strawberry sherbet. 

The maid flinched at the sight of the room with only Rachel but soon smiled playfully and said, ‘This is the result they brought upon themselves,’ as she handed a cup of sherbet to Rachel and quickly left the hallway. 

Now, they were accomplices. 

The sherbet, monopolized after a long time, cooled Rachel’s fingertips. The strawberry scent was sweet. 

The thought that it wasn’t her share disappeared with the tempting sparkle of the syrup. Anyway, by the time the young master and miss returned, it would have melted away. With such rational thinking numbing her guilt, Rachel quickly moved the spoon. 

One bite, then another. 

Regret quickly vanished. Giving something this sweet only to the two kids? Nonsense. 

Now, she had eaten all the parts reachable by the spoon. All that remained was the red and white liquid pooled at the bottom of the cup. Rachel tilted the cup to swallow even that… 

“Ah!” 

The contents of the cup fell onto her chest instead of into her mouth. 

On the neat sky-blue dress, the red strawberry stain was shockingly vivid. 

Rachel’s mind went blank. 

How many things could she be questioned about because of this one stain? 

She had taken the students’ sherbet, eaten carelessly, and even dirtied the dress she was supposed to wear during lessons. 

Naturally, Rachel’s hand reached for the knot at the back of her dress. 

‘I need to remove the stain quickly!’ 

No one would enter the teaching room. Rachel unbuttoned the back and pulled down the dress. The front was a mess. Although her chest, pushed up by the corset, was also wet, her body could be cleaned later. 

‘There’s a space for preparing tea near the teaching room. There should be water there.’ 

Just as Rachel was about to leave, clutching the strawberry stain on the front of her dress. 

The teaching room door opened. 

“Hey, kids. There’s something you’d like in the garden…” 

The intruder was Edward, the eldest son of the Raybel family. 

From a height, eyes she once thought handsome scanned the surroundings with amusement. 

“What’s going on here, teacher?” 

“Well, that is…” 

“Should I assume you’re trying to seduce someone?” 

“…!” 

“Ha, just kidding. Our righteous and proper teacher wouldn’t do such a thing.” 

Edward closed the door and approached Rachel. Rachel stepped back, but her back hit the window sill, ending her escape. Edward whistled while pushing her against it, looking out the window. 

“Hm. My news came a bit late. The kids were already running in the garden.” 

“Yes. Let me explain. The young master and miss―” 

“No need to know. Our tutor smells incredibly sweet.” 

“I’ll explain that too…” 

“Make it red.” 

“…What?” 

Rachel tried to interpret his words as gently as possible. However, Edward left no room for misunderstanding. 

His finger pointed at her chest, pushed up by the corset. 

“This. Your skin, smelling sweet.” 

“Young master! I may look like this now, but…” 

“Exposing your chest in a public space but not selling your body? What does it matter? You’d better accept my offer.”

Edward gestured out the window. 

“A servant just saw you. Standing half-dressed in the teaching room.” 

“What…?” 

“They left with wide eyes. At this rate, rumors will spread like wildfire. That the tutor, who should be a model of elegance and grace for the ladies, was walking around the teaching room half-dressed.”