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It is said that the standard adult age in this world is 20.

Time has passed, and I’ve turned 21. After that incident, Kang Ji-ho’s ego seems to have become a little stronger than Kana’s.

Although my body has become an adult, I looked a bit young due to my small height of 152cm and petite frame.

My black hair is glossy and beautiful. It comes down to my belly button, which is a bit annoying, so I usually tie it in a ponytail.

My typical daily routine involves learning history from a tutor in the morning, swordsmanship from the butler, Jester, in the afternoon, and bride lessons from my mother in the evening…

Ugh. What is going on?

Me, a male high school student in my past life, is taking bride lessons?

What can I do? In order to live as a noblewoman in this world, I must take bride lessons. By law, only sons can inherit titles and land.

What a Joseon Dynasty-like idea.

It is said that it is very rare for women in this world to learn swordsmanship. It was fortunate that it wasn’t completely unheard of.

My father didn’t seem to have any intention of teaching me swordsmanship, his daughter, but he readily allowed it when I said I definitely wanted to learn.

Unexpectedly, Jester was a famous knight before becoming a butler. He is now old enough to be gray-haired and retired.

I was a little curious as to why a famous knight was working as a butler in a Nam family.

It is common to debut in society at the age of 15, but at my strong request, I have minimized attending social gatherings, so my relationships are narrow.

Perhaps because of my outstanding appearance, I received letters of courtship from men even though I didn’t have many social gatherings.

Of course, I tore them up as soon as I received them because they were creepy.

Anyway, swordsmanship class was my only joy.

It was a tough training, but I was very happy to learn that I had quite a talent for swordsmanship.

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Today, I came to the training ground behind the mansion to take swordsmanship lessons from Butler Jester.

“Lady, it is important to start Aura from the lower abdomen and deliver it to the sword without any disturbance. Don’t lose your concentration.”

I held an 80cm short sword in both hands and practiced striking down from top to bottom, filling it with Aura.

I was an Aura user who felt and used Aura at the young age of 15, and now I am said to have reached the middle level of Sword Expert.

A Sword Expert was at a level where they could easily mow down dozens of ordinary soldiers. I wasn’t quite at that level in my previous life. I think it’s probably because the atmospheric concentration of mana is significantly different.

My sword, which contained a considerable amount of Aura and was clearly bluish, was continuously swung from top to bottom.

“Good. Lady. Let’s finish with this for today.”

Rather than feeling uncomfortable with my sweat-soaked white shirt and leather pants, I felt refreshed. A kind of sense of accomplishment from having worked hard at something.

I sheathed my sword and asked Jester.

“What is Jester’s skill level?”

“Hmm. When I was active, I retired without being able to pass the upper level of Sword Expert.

“Hee. Is that strong?”

“In our Yugdral Kingdom, only the Commander of the Royal Knights and Duke Cloud are known to be Sword Masters. And it is estimated that there are about 50 Sword Experts.”

“Then isn’t being a Sword Expert amazing?”

“Yes, it is. But the difference in their levels is absolute, to the point that it is said that even ten Experts cannot defeat one Master.”

“I see. Can I become a Sword Master too?”

“I think you have enough talent to do so, Lady. While some people can’t enter the Master level even after 50 years as an Expert, there have been precedents of people breaking through the Master’s wall in less than 5 years.”

Could it be that my martial arts training in the modern world helped? For some reason, my shoulders are puffed up with pride.

After the swordsmanship class, I entered the mansion, but my mother and Rien were not there, as if they had gone out.

I opened the brown, antique door of the bathroom and entered the dressing room.

In the dressing room, there was a three-tiered storage basket structure, with a total of three compartments: top, middle, and bottom.

When I took off my white shirt, my moderately sized, cute breasts, surrounded by a white bra, revealed themselves. I immediately took off my leather pants and gently lowered my white panties. When I lowered my panties, I could see a shameful dark forest.

It’s my body, but I can’t get used to it. Why do I feel a strange sense of arousal?

The shower room had a fairly large oval bathtub showing off its curves, and there were three booths divided like modern shower booths.

When I pressed the shower button, lukewarm water, automatically adjusted to the optimal temperature, soaked my body. The convenience of magical items doesn’t seem to lag far behind modern times.

After washing my hair with scented oil and lathering a towel with soap, I started with my left shoulder, then my slender arm, and when I passed the pink nipples in the center of my plump, snow-white breasts, a lewd feeling suddenly invaded my thoughts.

After quickly scanning the entrance to the dressing room with a slightly flushed face, I rubbed my cherry-like nipples with my right index finger.

“Ah…♡”

Feeling a great sense of liberation at the thought that no one was home, I didn’t care that moans were coming out and played with my hands without hesitation.

My left hand parts the bush hidden under the dark forest and heads towards the clitoris.

My body was already excited, and my clitoris was popping out, making the sensation definitely felt.

Using my left middle finger, I lewdly massaged my clitoris back and forth as if rubbing it against something like a man’s dick.

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Most of my spank bank material was Signer Elin.

When I was young, I had slept in the same bed with Elin in Signer’s territory.

It was because there were no separate empty rooms, and I couldn’t sleep with Theo since I was old enough, so I slept in the same bed with Elin, Signer’s wife.

Elin would never have dreamed that I was a man.

I felt my heart pounding like crazy at her luscious long silver hair and young, pretty face that didn’t match her age.

Elin was looking at me, turned to the left, and was trying to sleep.

I gently caressed the chest of Elin’s pink negligee and said.

“Auntie, give me milk.”

Elin smiled softly and said.

“Did our Kana need Auntie’s affection?”

Elin, who usually liked me very much, gently lowered her pink negligee without any hesitation, and exposed her C-cup voluminous breasts as she took off her blue bra as well.

I slyly brought my lips to Elin’s left breast.

I held Elin’s left breast in both hands and sucked it like I was eating delicious food.

Elin smiled and stroked my head, and in less than 30 minutes, her breathing became regular.

My lower body was already wet and stuck to my panties.

Convinced that Elin was asleep, I put my left hand inside my cute panties and began to caress my clitoris, which was bulging out in anger.

Rub- rub-

My clitoris, already moderately wet, was overwhelmed with elation.

Elin’s luscious red nipples were being violated by my tongue while sticking out.

Slurp- Chwup- Smack-

To do this to sleeping Aunt Elin.

With a huge sense of guilt, I quickly reached a great climax.

‘Hi…hic’

An intense pleasure that brought tears to my eyes flashed through my brain, arching my back like a bow and making my whole body tremble.

‘Haa…haa…’

They say that women are not satisfied with just one orgasm, and my desires have not completely subsided yet.

This time, I focused all my attention on the panties that were visible through Elin’s negligee.

Her panties can be seen over her delicious and beautiful thighs. A very feminine design.

My vagina, which had already reached a climax once, was so wet that it felt like a flood. Is it possible for a person to be so excited?

I started masturbating again after seeing Elin’s panties.

It wasn’t enough to just rub my clitoris, so I pinched my right nipple slightly to stimulate my breasts.

I was very excited by the fact that the very pretty Elin was exposing her breasts and sleeping defenselessly, showing off her blue panties, and the pleasure was extremely heightened.

Rub- rub-

Squeak- squeak-

My left hand, touching my clitoris, increased the intensity. I pressed down hard and rubbed it back and forth more vigorously.

Then, the moment I brought my mouth back to Elin’s nipple.

The sensation of ejaculation rose madly

I felt heavenly pleasure from the crazy sense of guilt and excitement and squirted.

Pshoo- pshoo-

My panties were severely wet as if I had peed, and the squirt soaked even the white sheets of the bed.

Is it because I was originally a man? I think I was able to squirt easily because I knew the sensation of ejaculation.

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My mind returned to the real me, masturbating in the bathroom.