The Tutor's Lesson
"What did you call me for, Viscountess?"
"...You are about to become the Countess's husband, so please, speak comfortably. How are things going with her lately?"
Edward felt a slight sense of bewilderment at being suddenly summoned by Winnie Melbourne.
"I'll speak comfortably, then. Weren't we supposed to handle our own affairs? I with Vera, and you with Monica."
This is why men are... can't they at least ask if the other is doing well? No sense of etiquette at all, Winnie thought, though she didn't voice the complaint.
"...Of course. But isn't it reasonable to check on our progress, to ensure we aren't getting in each other's way...?"
"Well, there’s no chance of me getting in your way. Vera and I are doing quite well. Very well."
Edward stared at her. His gaze asked, 'And you?' without needing to say a word.
"...I'm making steady progress, too. If things go according to plan, I’ll certainly have turned Monica's heart around before the wedding."
"The wedding is in three days. Still?"
Winnie felt a sting at his accusatory tone, but she held her ground. Everything was still within her calculated range, so there was no reason to feel guilty.
"...These things are all about the groundwork. It's not like your method of just brandishing that vile object of yours and forcing submission. I’m in a position where I must persuade Monica delicately, minimizing physical interference."
"Hmm..."
"However," Winnie trailed off, looking at Edward.
She believed that for the sake of her goal, she would stop at nothing. She was even willing to endure the humiliation of asking for help from a man she loathed so much.
'...He is an expert in this field. Recognizing the authority of an expert is nothing to be ashamed of.'
There was information that couldn't be gleaned from books or study. Winnie told herself that what she was doing now was merely filling in those gaps.
"...I just need a very small, minor bit of help."
She met Edward's eyes. She found no interest in them whatsoever.
"...You’d be wise to help me with my plan. My success is good for both of us."
"Are you really at the point of asking me for help? I recall you telling me not to interfere with Monica, that you’d handle it yourself. Aren't you ashamed?"
"I apologize for that... I thought you were targeting Monica... And besides, my petty pride is less important to me than winning—no, protecting—Monica."
"..."
"Of course, I will provide compensation, so don't worry. I don't forget a favor."
"So, what is it you want?"
Winnie chose her words carefully. No matter how much she told herself otherwise, she couldn't make a shameful thing feel not shameful. Eventually, she began to beat around the bush.
"Do you think you are satisfying Lady Rystein?"
"Satisfying? In what sense?"
"In a sexual sense, of course..."
Why is she asking this so suddenly? Even if she knew he was living with Vera like a newlywed, it wasn't exactly polite to ask such things to his face. Of course, prying behind his back—or even asking at all—wasn't polite either. But seeing her unable to meet his eyes after asking, Edward realized she was well aware of that herself.
"Well, I believe Vera is always satisfied. From what I can feel."
"Even without using your penis?"
"I haven't actually inserted it that many times. Just yesterday... but why are you asking this?"
"It's verification. To see if you can be trusted..."
As Edward had sensed, Winnie Melbourne was not in a normal state of mind. Driven by shame and singular focus, she had no room left in her thoughts other than the need to obtain information quickly and accurately.
"Then teach me how to satisfy her without penetration."
"...What?"
"I said I would minimize physical interference, but in the end, physical stimulation is what plays the decisive role. I need to know how to satisfy Monica, at least..."
She couldn't bring herself to add that she wouldn't be saying she’d marry a man for that reason. If she said that much, she would be exposing herself completely. Edward seemed to have half-guessed it already, but it was a different matter for Winnie to admit it herself.
"Between friends... is there a need to know such things?"
"Friendship between women is just like that."
Winnie blocked Edward's counterargument with a somewhat absurd statement and began to urge him for an answer. She had even taken out a pen and was ready to take notes.
"Hmm, well. If I were to explain..."
Sigh. Edward, who had been about to explain, suddenly flipped Winnie's legs over.
"W-what are you doing!"
"I have the teaching material right in front of me, and it feels a bit lacking to just explain it with words."
"With those dirty hands, wh-where are you touching!"
"If you don't want to hear it, you don't have to."
"..."
In this dynamic, it was Winnie who was desperate. She obediently sank her body into the back of the sofa and relaxed her waist. She felt fortunate that she had chosen a comfortable sofa. If it had been one of the hard chairs usually placed in a drawing room, her back would have snapped in half.
"I've tried it myself, and when it comes to study, experiencing it firsthand is the most certain way."
Edward, having skillfully removed her panties from beneath her skirt, began to gently stroke her clitoris.
"...Ah."
"It’s fine if you’re already wet, but it’s important to loosen up like this if you aren't, otherwise it can be painful. You’ve masturbated before, haven't you?"
"I haven't..."
"Hmm, then remember well what I’m touching right now."
"The clitoris... stimulation..."
As if trying to memorize it, Winnie was muttering the location he was touching.
"It's also good to touch the breasts here, but hmm..."
"Th-this isn't small! The women of the Count's family just happen to be strangely large..."
Winnie Melbourne's breasts looked far too meager to Edward. Perhaps it was because he had grown accustomed to Monica and Vera's large chests. If Vera was a melon and Monica was a pear, Winnie was... a plum? He briefly wondered if her personality grew more twisted as her breasts got smaller, but he immediately dismissed the thought, realizing that Monica was only small compared to Vera and was objectively quite large.
"Still, it’s not very satisfying to touch these."
"You shouldn't be so picky when you're the one teaching..."
"I suppose you're right."
As he rolled up her one-piece dress to her chest, her meager breasts were revealed. Perhaps due to her lying position, gravity had shifted them to one side, but they still formed a small mound of their own.
"When stimulating the breasts, don't touch them directly at first, but tease them from the outside..."
"Eek...!"
At the fingers teasing her, Winnie felt something that wasn't just goosebumps crawling up her skin. Even though a man was touching her body, Edward's technique was so masterful that other emotions took precedence over any discomfort.
"Even while teasing like this, when you do it, you have to stimulate them firmly and decisively. Like this."
"Ugh!"
At the sudden, piercing stimulation, Winnie finally let out a small climax. Her climax wasn't particularly flamboyant. It was quiet, yet it seemed to shake her soul with certainty. At that raw sensation, Winnie felt as if she had discovered a world she hadn't known—or rather, a world she shouldn't have known.
"...This is... enough..."
Winnie voiced a plea to stop, but her already timid voice had become even smaller from the climax, and it didn't reach Edward, who was focused on the task.
"You're wet enough now. The real game starts from here."
Plunge. Edward’s thick, long middle finger burrowed into the uncharted cave. It had been a while since Edward had used his fingers, so he tried to recall Monica's stimulation points as best he could.
"The places I’m poking now are generally the most sensitive. If you scrape these spots with your finger,"
Twitch.
"...all the women I know love it."
'Does Vera feel this spot well, too?'
Looking back, Edward hadn't stimulated Vera's pussy with his fingers very often. He had usually thought it better to just insert his cock, but he realized it might be quite useful for when he had to do it behind Monica's back later.
Twitch. Twitch.
Every time Edward tapped and prodded with his finger, Winnie couldn't help but tremble at the waist.
"Now, applying what I taught you earlier, stimulate it all at once."
Edward used his thumb and his other hand to stimulate her clitoris and nipple, respectively. Winnie trembled helplessly, reaching her greatest climax yet.
"That's how you make them come."
Hearing her fading voice, Winnie slowly lost consciousness.