Chapter 374
Chapter 374
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 374
Chapter Title: Lessons with Countess Yesod
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1.
Private lesson time with Countess Yesod.
After getting cut off early by Diana, there was some spare time left, so he'd returned here after stopping by Countess Jemernai's place.
Now he was strolling down the corridor, a red branch wrapped in ribbon slung over his shoulder.
"Hmm..."
Maybe because it was almost time to meet Countess Yesod, but his mind was a mess.
Last night, the countess had sat on Siu's lap, checking his physical condition.
Hard to tell if it was a genuine check-up or just sex appeal.
At the time, he'd been dead certain it was leading somewhere steamy, but what happened?
The moment he'd leaned in like he might kiss her, the countess had backed away.
Still, it wasn't a total whiff—after all, their lesson had been rescheduled to the dead of midnight.
"Is she really that busy...?"
Of course, he wasn't agonizing over this out of some ironclad resolve like "Today's the day I seal the deal with the countess!"
Truth was, he'd done some reflecting yesterday.
Siu had Sharon, and the twins too.
There was that repayment romp with Periwinkle on the horizon, but she was the exception.
Lifesaver, major helper with Takasho—not to mention, it was a super casual thing.
Periwinkle didn't seem to want anything more serious anyway.
Heroes might get three wives and four concubines, but Siu wasn't a hero, and even if he were, banging married women left and right would earn him nothing but scorn.
The saying went that a man didn't need backbone if he had balls, but he'd realized way too late that he couldn't keep wobbling like this.
"...What's the point of just thinking about it."
Thinking was the easy part.
But if Countess Yesod actually made a move?
If she started letting him breathe in that faint, intoxicating scent up close? Could he really hold out against repaying her kindness?
Better to cut it off clean before the lesson even started.
Before she had a chance to seduce him.
That was his resolution.
"Phew..."
-Knock knock
"Ah, Siu. Come in."
He timed his entrance after the reply to his knock.
When? Right after opening the door and greeting her? Once they were both on the sofas? Or after class ended?
"An."
"Come on in. Mind giving me a hand?"
Siu froze awkwardly.
The moment he opened the door, Countess Yesod greeted him.
Well, the countess herself was fine—but her bare back, on full display, was the real shocker.
The back-tie of her signature body-hugging sheath dress hung more than half-undone.
Silver silk that would gleam like moonlight from a weaver's loom draped loosely over her water-jug waist and hips.
Her elegant shoulder line and delicate scapula stood out from the slight turn.
One hand clutched the front panel of the dress, which would slip right off if she let go.
No telling if she was in the middle of putting it on or taking it off.
Somewhere in between, anyway.
"H-hello..."
He barely managed a limp greeting.
Hoping his jaw hadn't dropped.
"Perfect timing. I was in a bit of a bind."
He swallowed the urge to say he was feeling pretty bound up himself.
"Looks like you were changing."
He bit back the part about this being a study, of all places.
"Yeah, trying to do it solo turned into a disaster. Could you help me out, Siu?"
The countess asked so casually, like it was the most natural thing.
First things first—to avoid getting swept up again, he needed an excuse to bail.
"I'm not sure how to tie it. And there's something I wanted to say..."
Not even fabricated, really.
He genuinely had no clue how to tie whatever this contraption was.
When in life did anyone get practice with a dress like this?
"Why assume it needs tying?"
"Pardon?"
"I might be asking you to do the opposite."
In other words...
She might be in the middle of taking it off.
Her upturned eyes fixed on him without flinching.
Gulp.
Dry swallow. Just her gaze felt like smooth velvet gliding over his skin. He barely tore his eyes away.
As if snaring his escape, Countess Yesod spoke up.
"Which would you prefer, Siu...?"
"...Can I really decide that?"
She didn't answer with words.
Just a enigmatic smile, equal parts yes and no.
This must be what it felt like to be led around by an older woman without even mustering a peck.
Not "might feel like"—it was happening right now.
"Hurry up, I'm dying here."
Her hips swayed like she was urging him on.
Even playing coy or coquettish, it never felt cheap—must be that innate elegance of hers.
Her intentions were crystal clear now.
A little more aggression on his part, and unimaginable bliss awaited. Obvious as day.
"Let's get to the lesson."
The countess's eyes widened in faint surprise.
Siu ignored it, squeezed his shut, and fumbled the back-tie into some knot.
With his skills—couldn't even tie shoelaces pretty—this dress was way beyond him.
The countess chuckled, fixed it with telekinesis, and sat on the sofa.
"You could do it yourself."
"I wanted you to do it."
"Right, overload barriers today? I checked a few things."
"...Proceed? Sure. Whatever."
Siu bulldozed ahead, deliberately dodging her vibe.
The countess sighed wistfully and resumed the lesson.
2.
Countess Yesod watched Siu closely throughout the entire lesson.
"Hmm..."
Not quite as bold as last time, but still pretty aggressive appeal, she thought.
Handing him the choice of dressing or undressing her, even.
Yet he'd thrown up an iron wall like no other.
Or maybe he was just so spineless he lacked the guts to take the lead?
Cute, either way.
The countess started testing him subtly.
"Let me see... Oh my. No need to overcomplicate it..."
Leaning forward, she artfully exposed her cleavage.
Her loose outfit made it hard to gauge just how much showed—even for her.
Maybe past the valley to the soft pink areola, or even the sharp nipple rubbing the fabric.
Men always thought their peeks went unnoticed.
Women were sensitive to stares by nature.
Especially from the opposite sex.
She didn't miss his eyes darting to her chest in under fifteen seconds.
"Yes, I'll adjust it."
"That tip enough?"
"Feels like I've got the gist."
"Impressive as always, Siu."
Saying so, she boldly crossed her legs.
Pale, supple thigh rolled up her skirt hem leisurely.
His gaze—bouncing between her chest and notes—locked south in an instant.
But this time, resolve hardened; he didn't even glance up from the paper.
Siu kept recrossing or shifting to hide it, but she caught everything.
His pants bulging painfully.
The countess felt her chest quiver.
What was this superiority?
Every clumsy reaction from him.
Every time he squirmed at her little moves and words—it filled a long-ignored inner craving.
Feeling her allure validated by the opposite sex.
Controlling the push-pull with total dominance.
Even a twisted maternal urge to teach this green boy, mold him into prime stud material.
"Good work today."
Lesson over, Siu tried standing like always.
Couldn't.
Obviously.
Countess across from him, and his lower half pitched a massive tent from her relentless teasing.
Standing now would flash it right in her face.
But oblivious to that, she read it differently.
"Oh?"
He, who always bowed out politely post-lesson, wanted to linger today?
Fidgeting no less?
Translation:
=> Countess too alluring; wants to push further but too shy to say it first.
She tamped down a soaring smile and probed gently.
Everything he did was so endearingly perfect.
Heart racing; wanted to devour him.
"More business?"
"Uh... n-no."
"Something to say, then?"
"Nope."
His distress cemented her theory. She slid onto the seat beside him.
Wanted to savor his reactions longer, but toying too cruel.
Time to play the gracious senior and guide him.
Finally, a night with him.
The thought sent her heart pounding.
"Know this, Siu?"
"Pardon?"
She leaned into his shoulder.
Slid her hand between his rigidly clenched thighs; his body went rigid.
Gasp right by her ear.
"Men carry a vicious poison."
"Countess?"
"Deep original sin, extreme venom of desire... Untreated, it corrodes body and soul."
Unbuckled, drew out, gave it a sly squeeze.
Hot, hard, slick behemoth—massive python coiled in his panties.
She sighed hotly at tense, swallowing Siu.
"I... could help. What do you think, Siu?"
"Countess... there's something I need to tell you."
Met his eyes up close after a glance aside.
Conflict, torment, arousal—flush in his gaze.
"I... already have someone."
Honestly, a mild shock.
From his vibe, zero girlfriends, maybe never even held a hand.
Someone? Bolt from the blue.
But right now? Irrelevant.
Her patience had long overflowed.
"Oh? Doing something naughty? Just harmless fun like this...?"
Like a ghostly white serpent, her pale hand coiled the stiff-necked cobra.
Stroked front-back with deft fingers.
Into the panties—firmness, heat, throbbing veins like ridges, pulsing male heartbeat.
"Play between man and woman needs no love."
Now towering free between panties and pants, brushing air—Siu's impressive manhood.
Admiring its grandeur, she traced it index-middle, whispered seductively.
Voice so sticky, his ear canals melted with fever.
"Just a spoonful of sweetness, pinch of whispers, dash of secrecy."
Countess Yesod's plump lips met Siu's.