Chapter 1132 Gnashing Teeth
It was Kevin! Quentin clenched his teeth in frustration as he quickly realized that Kevin must have been the one splashing water upstairs just now. But how could Kevin be at Kimberly's house at this moment? Could it be that there was something more than a professional relationship between him and Kimberly? Thinking back to Kimberly's unusual demeanor earlier, her slightly disheveled hair, and her flushed face, as though she had just been intimate with a man, a surge of jealousy burned within him. This delicate and ethereal female teacher had been seduced by that rascal Kevin. It was as if a prize cabbage had been snatched away by a pig.
The more Quentin thought about it, the more dissatisfied he felt. Kevin had indeed been incredibly lucky. Not only had he somehow managed to charm the city's most famous femme fatale, Natalie, but even Jasper had let him off the hook. And now, he was entangled with Kimberly. No wonder Kimberly had been so cool towards him earlier. He suspected that he had interrupted something important. The thought of Kevin fervently thrusting between Kimberly's two slender and seductive legs made Quentin feel utterly irritated.
Rolling his eyes, Quentin retrieved Grant's number from his phone. Since Grant had become the director of poverty alleviation, Quentin had somehow acquired his contact details, thinking that he might need his help in the future.
When Grant answered the phone, Quentin introduced himself and dropped the name of his uncle, Owen, the deputy director of the Education Bureau. With this information, Grant's tone softened slightly as he inquired, "Is there something I can help you with, Mr. Rodriguez?"
"Well, I was passing by the expensive residential area tonight and it seemed like I saw Elder Sister-in-law bringing a male student home. Perhaps it was to help with chores," Quentin explained. "Elder Sister-in-law and I are colleagues at the same school. Mr. Grant, with your commitment to poverty alleviation, you must be busy. If you ever need anything, just let me know. It might not be good to trouble the students, affecting their reputation."
Grant chuckled and responded, "Oh, I know the student you're talking about. His name is Kevin, a student in Kimberly's class. Kimberly is just giving him some tutoring, nothing to worry about. Thank you for your concern, Mr. Rodriguez. You don't need to trouble yourself further. That would be all for now."
Listening to the dial tone on his phone, Quentin was left dumbfounded. He hadn't expected things to unfold this way. However, he couldn't bring himself to believe that Kevin had gone to Kimberly's house just for tutoring. A mature and beautiful woman like Kimberly and a young and energetic boy like Kevin left alone in a room – it was unusual if nothing happened. But what could Quentin do? He couldn't admit to waiting outside Kevin's house all night; that would raise suspicions, especially from Grant.
Damn it, if necessary, I'll deal with this myself, Quentin thought, determined not to let that little bastard Kevin get away with it.
Kevin was unaware that Quentin had set his sights on him. After all, he was just an eighteen-year-old boy, so concerns came and went quickly for him. Even significant matters could be set aside. Furthermore, he wasn't entirely convinced that Kimberly would keep her word. The first time she said they couldn't continue, yet they went on to do it several more times. Women tended to say one thing but mean another; he couldn't take everything too seriously.
Whistling to himself, Kevin arrived at Dawnridge and was about to head home when his phone rang. It was Vanessa calling.
"Hello, Mrs. Jones. Is everything alright?" Kevin asked.
"Kevin, why do you break your promises? You said you would come to my house tonight," Vanessa's voice, as alluring as ever, stirred a ticklish feeling in his heart. "I've prepared myself, waiting for you in bed. Hurry over. It's Teacher's Day today, don't you still need to give gifts to teachers?"
Kevin chuckled. He had indeed forgotten about it. Since Vanessa's house wasn't far, he replied, "Mrs. Jones, I'll be there right away."
Ten minutes later, Kevin was standing at Vanessa's doorstep. He lightly knocked, and as the door opened, Vanessa appeared, draped in a white silk robe with her hair in an updo, water droplets still clinging to it. She exuded the scent of bath gel, clearly just having taken a shower.
"Mrs. Jones, you're still awake?" Kevin entered the living room, trying to make conversation. Having just been with Kimberly, his desire wasn't as intense.
"I'm just waiting for you," Vanessa smiled enticingly, swaying her hips as she approached Kevin, undoing her belt. The robe fell open, revealing her allure.
Kevin's eyes widened as he saw Vanessa standing there completely nude. Her voluptuous breasts, the size of big white rabbits, quivered with each breath, her nipples dark and large, evidence of recent breastfeeding. Her thick dark pubic hair was clearly visible, her fair thighs tightly closed, her seductive and sensual body tempting the soul, making one wish to delve deep into her cleavage.
"You little pervert, what are you staring at? Aren't you coming over?" Vanessa took a few steps towards the bedroom, noticing Kevin's lack of movement. She turned back, reaching out to grab his manhood, feeling it limp in her grasp, which surprised her. Seductively, she inquired, "Why isn't it hard yet? That's not like you. Have you been masturbating?"
Kevin awkwardly smiled. In the past, facing Vanessa, a woman full of allure, his manhood would have been as hard as rock. But having just ejaculated and being familiar with Vanessa's body, the initial excitement was lacking. At that moment, as Vanessa's hands roamed his flesh, he felt a warm heat building in his lower abdomen, but his member didn't immediately stiffen. He hastened to explain, "No, maybe I'm just a bit tired."
"Oh, you should take a bath first. Look at all that sweat on you, did you go play basketball?" Vanessa chuckled lightly. "I'll prepare the water for you. A hot bath will feel great. Sit on the sofa for a while, there are fruits on the table for you."
As Vanessa headed to the bathroom, Kevin took a seat on the sofa, biting into an apple. Leaning back comfortably, he pondered about how women like Vanessa were experts at pleasing men. In bed, she was a siren; outside of it, a devoted wife and mother. As long as she was willing, she could pamper you like royalty, attending to every pore of your body. But women like her never truly fell in love with any man; her true concern was only for herself. Men to her were tools to achieve her ambitions. Playing along with Vanessa was fine, but if one were to truly invest emotions, it would only lead to the man's hurt.
After a while, Vanessa emerged from the bathroom with a smile, saying softly, "It's ready. Go ahead and take your bath, Kevin."
Kevin got up and entered the bathroom. Seeing the half-filled tub with rose petals scattered atop, the scent of incense in the air, he undressed and sank into the warm water, basking in its comforting warmth.
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