Opening – A Dangerous Little Sister
The next morning, Kane had barely settled into the study when the door creaked open without so much as a knock.
A girl slipped inside, moving with the grace of a cat that knew no rules applied to her.
Long raven hair spilled down her back, her crimson eyes glinting with mischief. Unlike Serenya's elegant gowns, Vara wore a looser, flowing dress that revealed just enough collarbone and leg to be distracting.
She leaned against the doorframe, lips curving into a wicked smile.
"So, you're the new toy my sister's been hiding away."
Kane looked up from the pile of books, unimpressed. "And you are?"
"Vara Wynvere," she purred, her voice like silk and smoke. "Second daughter of this noble house. But most call me… troublesome."
Kane smirked faintly. "A self-introduction that doubles as a warning. Efficient."
Her grin widened. "Oh, I like you already."
She sauntered across the room, each step deliberate, like a predator circling prey. But unlike Serenya's cold elegance, Vara radiated heat — the kind that teased, promised, and dared all at once.
"You must be bold," she continued, perching on the desk as if it belonged to her. "To talk back to Serenya. Most men wouldn't survive her glare."
"I'm not most men." Kane leaned back in his chair casually, meeting her gaze without flinching.
Vara laughed softly, a sound that sent chills through the air. "Confident too. Careful, tutor. Confidence like that makes girls curious. Dangerous, curious girls."
Her legs swung playfully, the slit in her dress shifting dangerously high. Kane's eyes flicked there for only half a second before returning to her face.
She noticed. Oh, she definitely noticed.
And her grin grew sharper.
Section 1 – Vara's First Game
"So, tell me," Vara said, tilting her head, "what exactly do you plan to teach us? Serenya doesn't need lessons. She needs taming. But me…" She leaned closer, her lips dangerously close to his ear. "…I'm a fast learner. Especially when the subject is… fun."
Kane didn't move. His voice remained calm, smooth as glass.
"Lesson one: foxes like you always mistake curiosity for control."
Her eyes narrowed, amused. "Foxes?"
"You come in, uninvited, speak in riddles, flaunt what you think is power… But it's just a game. One meant to see how easily I'll stumble."
He leaned forward suddenly, their faces inches apart. "And lesson two: I don't stumble."
For a moment, Vara froze. Not because she was intimidated, but because… he had flipped her game in an instant. Most men blushed, stammered, begged for more. This one? He was calm, unshaken, even playful.
Her pulse quickened.
"Well," she purred, recovering quickly, "isn't this exciting? My sister might have met her match after all. And maybe… so have I."
Section 2 – Vara's Temptation
Vara slid off the desk with a slow, fluid grace, her dress whispering against her skin as she circled Kane. Her fingers trailed lightly over the spines of the books lining the shelves, though her crimson eyes never left him.
"You're interesting, tutor," she said softly, almost to herself. "Most men are predictable. Easy to break. But you…" She stopped directly behind him, her breath brushing the back of his neck. "…you're steady."
Kane didn't move. "Steady is another word for boring. Is that your verdict?"
"Oh, not boring." Her voice purred like velvet. "Dangerous."
And then, without warning, her hands slid down the back of his chair. She leaned forward, her hair brushing against his cheek as she whispered, "Do you really think you can control both of us? Serenya with her icy pride… and me with my fire?"
Kane tilted his head slightly, so close their foreheads nearly touched. "Control isn't the goal." His voice was calm, low, but there was an edge that cut through her teasing like a blade. "Understanding is."
For the first time, Vara faltered. She had expected a blush, a stammer, even anger. Not composure. Not… calm defiance.
"Mm," she hummed, stepping around him and perching on the armrest of his chair instead. Her thigh brushed against his sleeve, deliberate, challenging. "And what do you understand about me, tutor?"
Kane's grey eyes lifted, meeting her crimson gaze with unflinching steadiness.
"You use temptation as a weapon," he said evenly. "Not because you want someone to fall for you… but because you want to see who resists."
Her lips curved into a sharper smile. He sees through me.
"And why would I want that?" she asked lightly.
"Because those who resist are rare," Kane replied. "And rare things… intrigue you."
For a moment, silence. Then Vara laughed, soft and genuine this time, her voice ringing like bells in the quiet study.
"Oh, Serenya is going to hate you," she murmured, eyes sparkling with delight. "And I think I'm going to enjoy every moment of this."
She leaned closer, so close her lips almost brushed his ear. "But careful, Kane. If you keep talking like that, you might end up making me curious too."
Kane smirked, leaning back lazily in his chair. "That would make lesson three."
"Which is?" she asked, tilting her head.
He turned his head slightly, his words cutting through her teasing with precision.
"Curiosity is the first step to surrender."
Vara's breath caught — just for a heartbeat. Her crimson eyes flashed, and she slid away from him with a playful grin, hiding the faint flush in her cheeks.
"Well then…" she said, sauntering toward the door, "let's see how long I last before I surrender, shall we?"
She blew him a mocking kiss before slipping out of the study, leaving only the scent of her perfume lingering in the air.
Kane closed the book in his lap and exhaled, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
"Foxes…" he muttered. "Always think they're the hunters."
Section 3 – A Trap Turned Lesson
Later that evening, Kane returned to the study expecting silence. Instead, the curtains were drawn, the lamps dimmed, and a faint scent of jasmine hung in the air.
He paused, instantly on guard.
And then a voice whispered from the shadows.
"Back so soon, tutor?"
Vara emerged from the corner, her dark hair gleaming in the candlelight. She was dressed differently this time—less formal, the silk of her night-robe slipping dangerously off one shoulder. Her bare feet padded across the carpet as if she had been waiting for him.
Kane arched a brow. "Shouldn't a young lady be asleep by now?"
Her smile curved like a blade. "And miss my favorite new game? No… tonight, I set the rules."
She closed the distance between them with a slow, deliberate grace. In her hands, she held a glass of crimson wine. Without breaking eye contact, she raised it to her lips, drinking only half before offering it to him.
"Drink," she said softly, her tone both command and dare. "If you don't, I'll know you fear me."
Kane regarded her calmly. "And if I do?"
"Then I'll know you belong to me." Her grin widened, teasing, but there was a faint quiver beneath it—uncertainty she hadn't expected him to notice.
He accepted the glass, holding it up so the candlelight shimmered through the red liquid. For a long moment, he simply studied it. Studied her.
Then, instead of drinking, he tipped the glass slightly, letting a single drop of wine fall—onto the back of Vara's hand.
Her breath caught.
Kane's voice was low, precise. "Lesson four, Vara: power isn't in the dare. It's in who rewrites the rules."
Before she could react, he lifted her hand, brushed his thumb over the drop of wine, and wiped it away with a calmness that left her pulse racing. Then, without tasting a single sip, he set the glass aside.
"You wanted me to play your game," he said smoothly, stepping past her. "But foxes forget—hunters choose the field."
Vara stood frozen, her crimson eyes wide, lips parted in shock.
No stammering. No begging. No blush. Instead… he had turned her trap into his lesson, leaving her breathless in her own territory.
As the door clicked shut behind him, Vara pressed her hand against her chest, feeling the frantic rhythm of her heart.
"…Damn you, Kane," she whispered, smiling despite herself. "You're going to be fun."
🌙 Closing Scene
Kane walked down the corridor, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. Serenya's ice, Vara's fire… both had cracked on the first day.
Two walls down.
Three more to go.
And the game was only just beginning.
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In the next chapter…
The Duke himself calls Kane for a private meeting. With Serenya's pride shaken and Vara's curiosity ignited, the Duke warns Kane not to "overstep." But Kane knows that power in the Wynvere household doesn't rest with the Duke alone… it rests with the sisters.
Meanwhile, a third presence makes her entrance: Princess Calista Wynvere, graceful, untouchable, and far more dangerous in her political cunning than her sisters in their teasing.
Kane is about to meet his most delicate opponent yet.
📢 Author's Note / CTA
🔥 That's the end of Chapter 2 of Private Tutor of the Princess and Her Sisters!
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