Chapter 5 - Subject "Training Session" 1

The ball commemorating my engagement to Eliza.

I scouted the party venue for a moment and found my target almost immediately.

“Lara.”

She was a noblewoman who fit perfectly into this opulent ballroom. Her dress, in a subdued tone, was modest yet elegant, asserting a definite presence.

In terms of age, she was a mature woman in her prime, but her beauty shone under the ballroom lights, her allure only growing more refined.

As we approached, the lady noticed us instantly...

“Oh, Your Highness. I am humbled that you would deign to speak to someone like me.”

“Don’t talk like that. We’ve known each other too long for formalities, haven't we?”

Eliza, who was standing right next to me as my fiancée, suddenly seemed to be in a very bad mood.

Well, I suppose that’s what happens when the person you just got engaged to today acts so familiarly with another woman. So this is the life of a married man? Having a woman who gets jealous by your side might be fun in its own way.

“I wanted to introduce you to my fiancée. This is Lady Elisabela of House Shreiburn.” 

“A pleasure to meet you.” 

“And this is Lara, the Countess of Wilstark.”

I introduced the two of them to each other.

“I am aware of you. Though we have never spoken directly...” Eliza paused. 

“...Wait, if I recall, the House of Wilstark is...” 

“Yes, my husband passed away many years ago, and now the title exists in name only. However, since it is decided that a relative’s child will eventually inherit it, I live the life of a carefree widow.” 

“O-Oh, forgive me for prying...!” 

“Not at all.”

Lara, the Countess of Wilstark, maintained a cheerful smile and didn't let the atmosphere sour.

“Lara is a very clever woman. She is well-read and incredibly knowledgeable. Because of her flexible position as a widow, she served in the palace for a time. As my tutor.” 

“Oh, I see.”

Eliza’s expression brightened, presumably because she finally grasped the situation.

“So that’s what it was! Goodness, I thought for a moment...!” 

“Did you think I was the Prince’s mistress?” 

“I am so sorry!” 

“There is no need to apologize. You weren't exactly far off the mark, after all.” 

“EH?!”

Lara flashed a bewitching smile.

She had taught me a great many things. Courtly manners, poetry, and dance. How to handle women who approached me for power. And... the most delicious ways to play with a woman in bed...

“As a member of the royal family, one must thoroughly master the etiquette of the bedchamber to ensure the legacy of the bloodline. In that sense, my position as a ‘widow’ was extremely convenient. ❤️❤️” 

“Does that mean...?!”

Eliza felt herself being gradually overwhelmed by the hidden meaning behind those words.

“So, Prince, I don't believe such a topic is appropriate for an engagement celebration, is it? Did my teaching that ‘a woman must always be treated with care’ not sink in?” 

“No, no, no... I’m well aware, trust me.”

Being glared at with those cold eyes reminded me of those Spartan training days and sent a shiver down my spine. She really was a tutor who had mastered the "carrot and the stick" to a terrifying degree.

“I have a favor to ask of you, Lara. This time, would you mind taking her under your wing and instructing her?” 

“Lady Elisabela?”

At my request, the mature beauty Lara tilted her head for a moment.

“Having said that, Lady Elisabela is the daughter of a Duke. Surely she has received the highest level of education using the full extent of the Duke’s wealth and connections? That is exactly why she was chosen as the Prince’s fiancée.” 

“Even the 'highest education' had its gaps... Well, it’s something involving personal preferences, so it’s not something standard studies can cover.” 

“I see, I see...!”

She was a woman of talent who had served as a royal tutor. Even with my vague phrasing, she read my intentions sharply. She was clever and had excellent intuition.

“I understand. In that case, I may indeed be the right person for the job. After all, I am the Prince’s mentor in that particular field.” 

“I truly appreciated all your 'help' back then.” 

“And what kind of 'help' was that, I wonder? Ufufu... ❤️❤️”

A temptress’s smile played on Lara’s lips. The dream-like days I had spent with her came vividly back to life.

“Lady Elisabela. In short, the Prince is saying he is dissatisfied with your life in the bedroom.” 

“HUH?!”

Eliza was flustered by the blunt expression. Though the ballroom was packed with other gentlemen and ladies—and eyes were fixed on us as the stars of the night—by being careful with our volume and the acoustics, we could keep the conversation from being overheard.

I had learned such techniques for "private talks" from Lara back in the day.

“Though, it is quite a troubling tale that you are already physically intimate on the day of the engagement announcement... Prince, your bad habit of moving too fast hasn't been cured yet, has it?” 

“I only make a move on those I’m allowed to make a move on, so it’s safe!”

My actions are just swift!

“And saying I’m dissatisfied is a misunderstanding! Eliza is beautiful, she’s sensitive, and her tits and ass are huge! Being able to have her as my toy whenever I want is a blessing that should be called a noble’s privilege!” 

“What are you saying?! Don’t say such things so loudly!!” 

“But it means she has room to grow even further!”

She’s already erotic, but she can become even more so! Isn't my fiancée amazing?!

“Having potential to grow and actually growing are two very different things. If you have expectations, shouldn't you provide her with a proper instructor to train her?” 

“That’s why I’m asking you to take that role.”

Lara had already finished her duties as my tutor and was now living a carefree life as a widow. It pained me to trouble my former mentor again, but I couldn't think of anyone better suited for the task. So, please, let me witness Lara’s "demon instruction" once more.

“I suppose it can’t be helped. I can’t refuse a request from my dear student.” 

“Hell yes!” 

“But what about you, Lady Elisabela? Even if it is the Prince’s wish, you are the one who will actually receive the lessons. No matter how great the teacher, a student with no motivation will never succeed.”

Directed with the question, Eliza pondered for a moment. To her, it must have felt like an unwanted intrusion, but what would her answer be...?

“Since I am to be Lord Alex’s wife, I wish to fulfill his every desire. I am still unrefined, but please, grant me your instruction and guidance!” 

“What a devoted girl. In that case, I shall do my utmost for this young couple.”

Lara was getting serious...! The governess Lara, who once made my younger self tremble, was now back.

“Well then, shall we begin immediately?” 

““Eh? Where to?””

Eliza and I spoke in unison.

Begin? But we’re in the middle of a ball! Things are in full swing, and more importantly, how would it look if we, the main subjects of the engagement announcement, left the room?

“Do not worry. We are not leaving. Generally, ballrooms have private rooms prepared for those who are tired from dancing to rest.” 

“To those rooms?” 

“Though they are called resting rooms, people usually go there to do things that are far more exhausting.”

"Resting" was a euphemism for sex. It seemed that held true in this world as well.

“Wait, do you mean...?” 

“No instruction can begin without understanding the student’s current status. What they can do, and what they cannot. Only by knowing that can I provide instruction tailored to the individual.”

Lara let out another mysterious smile. The allure of a mature woman who had tasted all the sweets and bitters of life.

“Therefore, show me your sex. Everything starts from there.”

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“Ahnn! ❤️❤️ Ahn-ahn-ahi! ❤️❤️ HIIIIEEEEEEEEE! ❤️❤️❤️❤️”

The sound of hitting soft female flesh and sweet moans echoed through the room.

Eliza was writhing her naked body while I incessantly pounded her ass. The person watching this shameless, lust-filled display with a calm, composed gaze was none other than the one who had demanded this bizarre situation: Lara.

As she had explained, there was a bed in this resting room. It really was intended for "resting."

“Hoh-hiiieeeee! ❤️❤️ We’re really doing it in front of someone! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ To do something like this... like this...! ❤️❤️” 

“You say that, but the way your vagina is clamping down is crazier than usual. Are you getting turned on by being watched?” 

“I am not! ❤️❤️ As the daughter of a Duke, I would never do something so vulgar! ❤️❤️❤️❤️”

Despite her words, Eliza’s ass let out a wet, meaty sound with every strike, as if it were crying tears of joy.

Lara watched this with cold, clinical eyes. It was a bizarre space.

“Man, this feels good...! Eliza, I’m going to cum inside you!” 

“Yes! ❤️❤️ Please, Lord Alex’s seed... release it inside me! ❤️❤️❤️❤️”

“Kuh-hiiieeeeeeee! ❤️❤️❤️❤️”

Phew. Another internal ejaculation today. It felt incredibly good.

As expected, Eliza can perform near-perfect sex. Her proportions are outstanding, her skin is flawless and beautiful even when naked, and she reacts as if she’s vibrating no matter where I touch her.

She’s an ideal sex partner, but I still feel like something is missing. Lara, what do you think?

“I see... Indeed, Lady Elisabela is the perfection of perfections. She is a woman you could present anywhere without shame.”

First, she offered unreserved praise. The basics of education: praise to help them grow.

“To have raised a daughter to this degree, the House of the Duke truly maintains the highest standards of lady-like education. However, it is a pity. Precisely because it is the highest standard, there is an oversight.” 

“Eh? What do you mean by that?!”

Eliza, who should have been exhausted after the battle just now, sat up while still stark naked, her breasts exposed. This wasn't something she could just let slide.

“I find that hard to accept! Are you saying there was a hole in my family’s education?! Some low-born countess who married into her house dares to speak as if she knows everything?!” 

“The only holes that matter are the ones between a woman’s legs. ...I am not insulting you. In everything, if you favor one side, the other suffers; perfection is impossible. The House of the Duke was no exception, that is all.” 

“What exactly is missing?! The tutors my family invited were all first-rate and the best! They raised me into a lady I can present anywhere without shame!”

Lady, isn't the current situation where you are confronting someone while stark naked something to be ashamed of?

“That’s it. First-rate and the best—that is exactly the problem and the obstacle in this particular setting.” 

“Pardon?” 

“To begin with, sex is not something you do in front of others. It is inherently a shameful act. If it is something you can show anywhere without shame, we have a problem.” 

“That... is certainly true...?!”

If it were sex you could perform anywhere without shame, that would just be exhibitionism.

“If ‘first-rate’ and ‘the best’ are things that aren't shameful to show publicly, sex is the opposite. it must be kept within. That is why in the bedchamber, elegance and refinement are actually obstacles. You must go the exact opposite way.”

Having a complicated conversation during sex is a total turn-off. But the current situation Lara was describing was exactly that; it was ironic how my "little brother" was getting soft.

“That is why during sex, any gentleman or lady must break through into vulgarity. Surely the tutors of the Duke’s house never taught a young lady such a thing?” 

“Well... that’s true...!” 

“I’m sure there was some sex education, but they didn't teach you anything that specific, did they?” 

“Just the significance of sharing a bedchamber... and to follow the gentleman’s lead in everything once we are in bed...” 

“What a half-baked job. But I suppose that was the limit for refined tutors...”

I have some thoughts about my own circumstances, having been assigned a tutor who wasn't refined at all. Lara, I’m talking about you.

“Royal education is a step above the nobility. To ensure we obtain a healthy heir, we proceed ruthlessly even into fields that others would shrink from.”

Hiee...

“And the tutor selected for that purpose was me. To ensure the next King wouldn't become some herbivore wimp who couldn't even impregnate a single woman, I worked him over without the slightest bit of mercy.”

Worked him over. In many senses of the word.

“And the future Crown Princess who is joining the royal family needs the same education. Very well, this Countess of Wilstark shall fulfill her duty to the end out of the friendship of having instructed the Prince. ...To this mentally innocent child who has done nothing but have her membrane broken without achieving any maturity...”

Lara, please watch your language a bit more.

“...I shall teach you the true vulgarity of sex!!”

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