Meanwhile, two more women were shamelessly grinding themselves against his legs, their thighs slick with their arousal. Their moans melted into the chorus of pleasure echoing through the room, each movement driven by a desperate, needy rhythm. Their skin glistened, flushed with heat, as their bodies rocked back and forth, wet and slick against his. The woman straddling him threw her head back, hair spilling like a wild curtain as she rode him, her voice breaking into breathy cries every time she slammed down onto his dick, her body quaking with pleasure.
It was a vivid, overwhelming scene, burning itself into my mind like a brand. The intensity of it—how raw and unrestrained it all felt—sent a rush of heat through my chest, leaving me breathless, my pulse racing with a mix of shock, disbelief, and something else I couldn’t even begin to name.
***
“T-That was intense…” Miss Titania stammered, her cheeks flushed a deep red that spread all the way to her ears. She shifted uncomfortably, the heat of embarrassment still burning through her skin after witnessing something so blatantly erotic. Her breaths came a little faster, as if she were still trying to process what she had just seen.
“I never knew something like that was even possible. I mean, something that big… Does that mean he put that inside you too, Nia? Didn’t it hurt?” Miss Trill’s voice was barely steady, her wide eyes betraying a mix of curiosity and shock, her lips parted as she waited for the answer.
“It did… at first. It felt like I was being torn apart,” Miss Titania admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, as if she was letting a forbidden secret slip. “But after a while… it started to feel good. Really good.” Her cheeks grew even redder, a shiver running down her spine at the memory.
“But… seeing that, I can’t help but think Leon’s amazing at making a woman look like that. She looked like she was really enjoying herself,” Miss Trill added.
“Well, Leon could make you look like that too, you know. When I do it with him, it’s like my body isn’t even mine anymore. It’s like I’m floating, melting…, it really does feel that good,” Titania confessed.
“I wanna experience it too… soon,” Miss Trill murmured, her voice tinged with envy, a hint of longing in her eyes as she thought about what it might feel like.
But as they spoke, I was stuck, unable to shake the shock from my mind. I had seen Mr. Leon have sex with Miss Charlotte before, but this was on a whole different level. Messy, wet, obscene, and wild—everything about it was so raw and unrestrained. It was something I knew I’d never find anywhere else—not even with a male prostitute.
***
The next day…
I dove back into my training, but what had felt tough yesterday now felt brutal, like every muscle in my body was being pushed beyond its limit. Sweat dripped down my face, my breath came in ragged gasps, and my arms ached as if they might fall off. Even though I could feel myself improving, each session became harsher, more punishing. By the time lunch came around, I could barely stand, my legs trembling with exhaustion.
After that, it was time for speech and language training—learning to speak with a grace that I had never thought necessary. At first, I got the basics, but then it quickly became something impossible to master. Professor Gabrielle seemed intent on pounding every detail of grace and etiquette into my head, her stern voice correcting every little mistake until my head spun. By the time she was done, my mind felt as worn out as my body.
“Thank you for teaching me everything you know, Professor Gabrielle,” I said, performing a careful curtsy, my legs shaking as I tried to keep my balance. It was a fundamental part of etiquette: lifting the hem of my skirt slightly with both hands, placing my left foot behind the right, and lowering myself into a bow, even as my muscles protested.
“That’s good. You’ve become quite graceful, even in how you speak,” she remarked with a nod, a rare approval in her tone.
“I’m truly grateful for your help, really,” I managed to say.
“If you want to thank someone, thank Leon instead,” Professor Gabrielle added with a knowing smirk. “But your lessons aren’t done yet, right? You need to go see Miss Artemis now.”
“Yes,” I nodded.
It was still early afternoon when I finished withe her, every movement and gesture drilled into me until they felt like second nature. I was grateful for her, and for Leon too, even if this training pushed me to the edge.
Now, it was time for my lesson with President Artemis.
“The art of seduction is a delicate craft,” she began, her voice smooth and controlled, her gaze sharp as she watched me. “And when I say delicate, I mean even the smallest mistake can ruin it. But if you master it, you can melt even the coldest hearts, make them bend to your touch. You just have to be willing to let go of all restraints. Luckily, with the grace you’ve learned from Professor Gabrielle, this should come more naturally to you,” she said with a confident smile, her eyes glinting with something almost dangerous.
The lesson began, and honestly, it wasn’t as tough as I thought it would be. Like she said, my training in etiquette made it easier to understand the subtleties of seduction. It felt like every move, every gesture was designed to draw someone in, to make them want more. It was almost like etiquette was a hidden key, unlocking the power of seduction.
“Look at them like this, and then bat your eyelashes softly. When you accidentally meet their gaze, subtly avert your eyes, like this. And also…”
Every word she spoke felt like a revelation, a secret I was being let in on. It was like each tip she gave me was reshaping who I was. I could feel myself changing, growing more confident with every passing moment. By the time we wrapped up, it was already night, the hours slipping away without me realizing it. But I had managed to nail everything she taught me, and for once, I felt genuinely proud of myself.
