1.7

“This is the second floor. No one could have seen me!” 

“I can see the eyebrows of people in the garden. Wouldn’t those on the first floor see as well? Well, I don’t care if rumors spread or not. But you finding a new job might be the issue.” 

“……” 

“I’ve noted the servant’s face. If you allow me, I’ll deal with him so thoroughly that he won’t be able to speak a word for a while, let alone spread rumors.” 

It was a threat. No one knew if it was true. In the garden, where chaos erupted due to the peacock, was there really a servant leisurely looking up at the second floor? 

Even if there was, what were the chances they recognized Rachel through the sunlight hitting the window? Even if all that aligned, could Edward truly catch and persuade the servant? 

…All those probabilities were close to zero, but to Rachel, whose mind was already adrift in a vast sea, Edward’s proposal was like a branch she had to grasp. 

“Tutor, your decision?” 

“…I’ll do it. Please catch the servant as soon as possible.” 

Lust flickered in Edward’s eyes. Rachel tried to ignore that gaze and lowered the hand covering her chest. Her full bosom, pushed up, glistened with melted sherbet. 

“It must feel sticky.” 

“……” 

Rachel didn’t respond. Edward chuckled and lowered his head. As his breath tickled her soft skin, she resolved not to let herself be toyed with like a naive chick. She would endure, befitting someone who was briefly Edward’s tutor. 

But that resolve shattered the moment Edward’s tongue lightly touched the top of her chest, pecking like a bird. 

“……!” 

“It really is sticky. Your skin seems to want more licking.” 

“Stop playing around! Hurry up, young master.” 

“Hurry up with what?” 

“……” 

“Do you mean to leave, or should I shout that the tutor, who should be a model for my siblings, is in such a shameless state? I have too many options.” 

The playfulness in his voice had vanished. As he stepped back with his hands behind his back, their eye level changed, much like the difference in status between the heir of the Raybel family and a mere tutor. 

Right. Rachel’s time as the young master’s tutor had been very brief and ended quickly. 

Hoping this humiliation would pass just as swiftly. 

Rachel hastily untied her corset, lifting her ample bosom with her hands, and said, 

“Please… clean this.” 

“……” 

Edward didn’t reply with words. 

He simply lunged forward like a hungry beast, taking a mouthful of her chest. 

Rachel instinctively tried to cover her chest. But her bosom, too full to be held in one hand, couldn’t be hidden and only seemed to drive Edward wild. His hand roughly grasped her white skin, and the soft flesh swelled between his fingers.]

As she read the sentences, Delphinel’s hand unconsciously moved to her own chest. Beyond her nightgown, her flesh, soft like dough, filled her hand without resistance. 

‘Is my chest big…?’ 

It seemed pointless to compare it to Rachel’s chest, the protagonist of the erotic book. 

Delphinel recalled the chests of actual people she had seen recently. Only one person came to mind. 

‘…My husband’s chest might be bigger.’ 

With a chest like that, wouldn’t he find most women’s chests unappealing? 

If so, it was fortunate for Delphinel. She didn’t want Red to behave rudely and obsessively like the male protagonist of the tutor book. 

‘Why are all the male protagonists in erotic novels like this?’ 

Nevertheless, Delphinel turned the page. 

[The sound of sucking flesh echoed through the teaching room. 

Edward was deliberately making loud noises, clearly for her to hear. Otherwise, Rachel’s head wouldn’t be filled with such lewd sounds. It felt as if someone was swallowing and licking her ears. 

The traces left by the sherbet were now completely covered by Edward’s saliva marks. 

“Young master, now, enough…” 

“Who says? I haven’t even tasted half of your chest yet. With such a big chest, do you intend to drive people crazy and kill them?” 

“Ah!” 

Edward lightly bit the top of her chest. The faint teeth marks disappeared in an instant. Edward laughed. 

“You’re quite dramatic, my governor.” 

“Hic, young master, what do you want?” 

“I told you; I’m cleaning it.” 

“Huh… Uh, ugh!” 

Edward’s tongue had already moved downward. Past the upper chest that occasionally peeked out when wearing a formal dress, to the ar*ola and its peak, which she had never shown anyone. 

His mouth movements became more persistent. The stimulation was so strong it felt like she was being devoured. His tongue wrapped around, pulled, and sometimes pierced and tasted the sensitive flesh. It was an act Rachel had never imagined. 

She wasn’t ignorant about s*x. But she thought touching was all there was, and now, like a nursing infant, what was he doing… 

“Ah!” 

“You’re responding well. You seem to like having your n*pples sucked hard.” 

“It’s not that, uh, hng!” 

She wished she could deny it. But Edward only smiled with his eyes while playing with her chest. When his teeth lightly pressed the ar*ola, when he sucked her chest as if drinking wine, Rachel was undeniably swept away by pleasure. Her legs weakened so much that she slid against the wall. 

“Ha…” 

Tears welled up in Rachel’s eyes. Though he probably hadn’t seen them, the young master released her chest after a long bout of sucking and stepped back. Rachel managed to stand and look at him. 

“Young master, now, you’ve done…” 

“Of course not.” 

“What?” 

“You have two chests.” 

Edward grinned as his hand reached for the other br*ast. There was no time to stop him. His fingers pinched the n*pple and lightly pulled it. The pain mixed with the pleasure of the recently freed br*ast being sucked again and disappeared. 

“Ah, ugh!” 

To avoid collapsing, Rachel leaned against the wall. Her body was losing strength, yet strangely, her thighs tightened. Edward laughed as he watched her struggle like a mermaid on land. 

“Ha… Has no one ever sucked you before? What a waste of a pretty chest. I bet among the servants, there are plenty who dream of sticking their things between your br*asts.” 

“To a lady, such words…” 

“Do you call someone with their chest exposed in the teaching room a lady?” 

“……” 

“Show your chest like this to the servants. Let’s see what they think.” 

Edward pushed Rachel’s chest up as if to display it. Red marks bloomed like flowers all over. The most embarrassing were the teeth marks around the n*pple. Edward had said so, hadn’t he? That she seemed to like having her n*pples sucked hard. 

“…No.” 

“Hmm?” 

“I am not that kind of woman, Young Master Edward!” 

Rachel shouted with all her remaining strength. She had lived sincerely and was not someone to be treated like this. 

Edward had received teachings from her, albeit briefly, during his childhood…! 

Though she hoped her sincerity would be conveyed, it had the opposite effect. 

Edward spoke in a voice completely devoid of warmth, indeed, as cold as ice. 

“Edward? You called me Young Master Edward?” 

“…Yes.”

“No, don’t call me that again. The time when you treated me like a clueless child is over!” 

He was right. Edward was no longer a child. He had returned to the estate as an adult, and had grown much taller than Rachel. 

Rachel didn’t respond. She was utterly exhausted. Edward seemed to have cooled down, and she hoped he would come to his senses and leave. As for the servant who supposedly spied on them from the first floor, she no longer cared. Judging by Edward’s behavior, it seemed like a spur-of-the-moment lie. 

However, instead of retreating, Edward approached her even closer. 

He pressed his knee firmly between Rachel’s legs. 

“……!” 

“I understand you’re trying to maintain your position as a tutor by treating me like a child. But we can’t go back to those times, Rachel.” 

“Ah, ah……” 

“Go to your room and take off your underwear. I bet inside, it’s already wet, longing to accept my desire. It’s knowledge you probably haven’t learned as a graceful tutor, but I’ll teach you for free.” 

“Young master……” 

Edward whispered in Rachel’s ear as if bidding farewell. 

“Call me if you want me to clean again, Rachel.” 

Just before stepping back, he pressed his groin against Delphinel’s lower abdomen. She could feel the firm pressure through his trousers. 

Edward didn’t add anything more. He found a warm vest in the corner of the teaching room and tossed it to cover the dress stains before leaving the room. 

Rachel couldn’t move. 

It wasn’t just because of the humiliation. 

When Edward’s lower body touched her deeply. 

Rachel also clearly felt that she was already wet.] 

“……” 

The first chapter of the novel ended. Delphinel couldn’t turn the page or close the book. 

Her thoughts were simple. 

‘They’re all scoundrels! To become a male protagonist in an erotic novel, do you have to graduate from a university majoring in ruining character?’ 

But Delphinel couldn’t voice her curses aloud. 

Beyond her nightgown. She could still feel her heart pounding beneath her hand, which was tightly clutching her chest. More noticeable than that were her n*pples, stimulated and er*ect between her fingers. 

‘Touching here didn’t feel as good as in the novel……’ 

…Still, it wasn’t bad. 

The evidence was clear. 

Delphinel’s other hand slowly traced down her nightgown, feeling her lower abdomen. 

‘I’m so wet……’ 

Thinking of Edward’s line about taking off her underwear made her face flush. 

‘Edward, you bastard!’ 

Before Rachel could feel self-loathing, Delphinel wanted to disappear. It was fortunate Edward didn’t exist in reality. 

‘Anyway, the s*x education book I read before said secretions occur when sexually aroused to aid insertion, right?’ 

She couldn’t seek a new spouse just because her husband’s desire was too large. Nor could she cut it off, so she had to think of ways to accommodate it. 

Ultimately, the answer she found wasn’t what she wanted, but— 

‘I’d have to receive caresses…… until I’m wet.’ 

Delphinel had always thought she was a patient person since childhood. She believed she could endure the pain and humiliation of having her legal spouse handle her body as he pleased, and she told Red to do as he liked. 

But she was mistaken. What happened that night wasn’t ‘Delphinel enduring the pain.’ It was simply ‘letting the partner do everything and personally enduring the pain,’ the easiest path. 

‘As a couple, we should open up and work together.’ 

Delphinel recalled the contents of the two novels. 

In the maid’s story, the young master teased the maid’s lower body with his fingers. The maid was so wet she left secretions in the hallway, but surely that was an erotic novel’s exaggeration. 

Touching her chest wasn’t a bad feeling when she tried it earlier, but it wasn’t particularly good either. 

By process of elimination, what remained was the tutor story where the chest was bitten and sucked. If Red could do that easily…… 

No, wait. 

‘Should I ask my husband to suck my chest?’