The Princess's Private Tutoring - Chapter 12

Episode 12. The Secret Only Houston Knows

“I sent you an invitation. You skimmed it and tossed it aside again, didn’t you? I’m talking about the Mason Noblesse Oblige gathering.”

It was a group made up of young noblemen of Mason.

A kind of social club where the youths gathered to support those in need and also go hunting.

The members were men under forty from prestigious noble families.

Naturally, Killian had joined once he became an adult. But he hadn’t been able to attend often.

“You couldn’t participate much since you were abroad. Now that you’re back, you should come out, show your face, get acquainted.”

“I’ll pass.”

“There are academy alumni too. Isn’t it better to build connections? If you don’t want people finding out you roamed the world after leaving only enemies at the academy, that is.” Houston winked.

He grinned, teasing Killian. “Back then, when you said you’d replace every test and attendance requirement with reports and suddenly leave the academy, I thought the world would end the next day.”

“Nonsense.”

“That’s how shocked I was. A straight-laced man like you suddenly declares he wants to see the world and storms out of school? And you kept it absolutely secret from everyone?”

“Call it a late case of adolescence.”

The topic was uncomfortable, and Killian poured himself another drink.

“Hey, no pouring for yourself. But did you really only play around?”

Houston snatched the bottle and filled his glass instead.

“I traveled, collected old books.”

“Right! Collecting old books is your hobby, isn’t it?”

“Yes. So spread the word. I’ll pay properly.”

“Sure.”

After a few more rounds, Houston suddenly looked around.

Then he lowered his voice and asked, “Madam Roxanne still doesn’t know, does she? That you roamed around the world?”

“She didn’t until now. But with you running your mouth, who knows? Soon the whole country might.”

Killian’s words carried a sting, but Houston wasn’t hurt.

“So treat me well. No, treat our princess well. In that sense, come to the gathering, hmm?”

His words made no sense.

Killian didn’t want to refuse Houston’s invitation if he could help it.

After all, it was thanks to Houston that Killian had been able to travel the world in secret.

Houston had been a solid shield. He often reported to Madam Roxanne that Killian was doing well at the academy, and even built connections useful for cover.

So it would be good to grant his request, but it was impossible.

“Sorry, I can’t that day.”

Houston, eyes wide, then recalled that day was the full moon. He let out a regretful sigh.

“Right, you never make appointments on the full moon. I forgot. I’m really curious though. Tell me. What do you do on full moon nights?”

Killian’s face twisted at the thought of the full moon.

***

The evening before the full moon, Killian staggered as he entered the White House.

That day he had also safely finished the thrice-weekly lesson promised with Celestia.

“Ugh.”

Killian clutched the banister, panting.

“Master!”

Henry, his aide, rushed over to support him.

Killian swung his arm wide. The sturdy Henry was knocked down in a single blow.

“Don’t let anyone enter my chambers. No, evacuate everyone. Immediately! Did you prepare the sedative?”

Henry scrambled to his feet.

“I’ll have it sent up at once. But today isn’t the day, is it?” he asked anxiously, glancing at the window.

The night before the full moon, the moon was round, but just short of a perfect circle.

“This month, the reaction came early. Hurry, Henry. Before I lose control, the estate, the people, ugh…”

Clutching his head, Killian groaned under stabbing pain.

“Understood. Going upstairs—!”

By the time Henry looked back, Killian was already halfway up the second-floor stairs.

He had leapt more than ten steps in an instant.

It was a terrifying movement, more beast than man.

A drop of cold sweat slid down Henry’s back as their eyes met.

‘The curse of the full moon has begun!’

***

Killian ground his teeth.

Damn it, this fucking curse was driving him mad.

‘Get everyone out immediately… No, first get to the room… Then Celestia’s lessons…’

Countless thoughts spun without order, vanishing before he could grasp them.

His reason grew faint.

‘As expected, fucking unbearable.’

Muttering harsh words, Killian flung open the door to the cold chamber.

A blast of icy air rushed in, meant to cool his boiling blood.

The chamber connected to his bedroom was shabby, unbelievable as a duke’s space.

The only furniture was a creaking bed, and the room was rigged to blow cold enough to make teeth chatter even in midsummer.

The single tiny window was no larger than a head, barred with ribs of the previous Duke Eustia.

A window that he could never break, never even attempt to break.

It was the prison he had designed to lock away the beast he became on full moon nights.

Collapsing onto the cold stone floor, he let out a sigh of relief.

At least he had returned home while a shred of reason remained.

Otherwise, someone would have bled tonight.

Unable to embrace just any woman, he would surely have unleashed his lust through violence.

He yanked down his trousers roughly.

His cock sprang free. Without hesitation, he grasped the shaft that reached up to his navel and began to stroke.

He was used to it now.

It had been the same routine for two years.

“Haa.”

A groan escaped his lips. His body grew hotter, his hand moving faster.

But climax refused to come. Something was missing.

Mechanical motions alone had sufficed in his adolescence, but not now.

The larger his head, the more his body craved deeper pleasure.

A woman’s body. Sweet, supple skin. The wet, tight hole to thrust into…

But he couldn’t have a woman.

So to endure the night without sacrifice, he broke his own taboo.

“Tia, Celestia…”

The moment her pure face surfaced in his mind, semen spurted from his swollen tip.

Thick, heavy spurts splattered onto the floor.

But his hand didn’t stop.

His erection, head rearing like a snake, showed no sign of wilting. It only grew angrier.

Pre-cum streamed constantly, wetting the back of his hand.

Tonight was the one night each month he allowed himself to think of her.

In his mind, he swept aside her voluminous dress and caressed her thighs.

“Ah…”

The memory of her whipped-cream-like skin made his cock throb. Another wave of climax surged.

Fuck, he wasn’t some premature brat.

With curses he would never normally utter, he bucked his hips.

He pulled at his cock as though to tear it off.

“Come closer.”

Celestia’s voice echoed—the words she always spoke during lessons.

Yes, I’ll come closer.

In his fantasy, he seized her tightly, inhaling her scent.

He laid her upon the broad council table and spread her legs.

Pressing his face to her most fragrant place, he inhaled deeply.

What would it smell like?

Tulips, like you? Or the perfume of full-bloomed roses?

Whatever it was, surely lewd.

“Ugh, Tia…”

In his imagination, he flipped her over, tugged her dress up to her waist. Her rounded buttocks were revealed.

Without hesitation, he unclasped the garters joining her stockings and underwear, and yanked her panties down.

The two mounds were breathtakingly beautiful. He caressed, then squeezed them firmly.

Would you moan? Or struggle in pain?

His imagination was always poor.

But even that made fireworks explode in his head.

His cock, swollen in his grip, burned as if about to burst. His breathing was ragged, his core sizzling.

Another hoarse moan ripped from him as he came. Semen arched upward, splattering across the floor.

Even his second release was copious and thick.

Yet still, his erection didn’t subside.

The shameless head demanded to be buried somewhere, anywhere.

How wretched could he become?

Gripping himself again, Killian shut his eyes.