Chapter 1407
Kevin turned around and saw Jillie standing a few paces away, frowning at him. Quickly, he stood up, tossed the cigarette butt and ground it out with his foot, nervously explaining, "Ms. Mitchell, I just came out for some fresh air. The room had a bit of a smell."
"Nothing can be more suffocating than cigarette smoke. Why are you still smoking? Don't you know it's harmful to your health?" Jillie was dressed in a gray fabric dress that accentuated her mature and voluptuous figure. Her ample breasts were prominently raised, her hips full and rounded. Although her calves were somewhat robust, their skin was remarkably smooth and stood out in the dark. Her features were elegant, her hair neatly tied back, exuding a unique charm that reminded Kevin of the intimidating presence he felt when he first met Alissa.
In fact, most female teachers at the school resembled Jillie and Alissa in terms of appearance and physique; fairly plain and not particularly good at dressing themselves. Some even deliberately downplayed their femininity to avoid drawing undue attention or disrespect from the students.
Kevin felt a bit awkward. He used to smoke with Albert mainly out of curiosity and to fit in. These days, he rarely smoked, knowing that Audrey, with her mild germophobia, would kick him out of bed if he reeked of cigarettes. He had just been so elated after seeing Zane get caught that he decided to light up for a small celebration.
"Ms. Mitchell, I don't usually smoke. I just had a couple of drags because I'm feeling down today," Kevin muttered, coming up with an excuse.
"What happened? Would you like to talk about it?" Jillie instinctively slipped into her role as a Homeroom Teacher. Beyond monitoring her students' academic performance, she was also responsible for their psychological well-being. Given the immense pressure on high school students nowadays, any sign of distress could lead to serious consequences, for which a Homeroom Teacher would undoubtedly bear responsibility.
"It's just that I didn't perform well in today's competition—I only got eighth place," Kevin replied after a moment of thought, realizing that most of his day had been filled with pleasant events, so he decided to mention the contest.
Jillie couldn't help but laugh and shake her head. "Kevin, are you trying to show off? Out of contestants from dozens of cities, hundreds of participants, you placed eighth and you're still not satisfied? If that's the case, then the rest of our students at Maple Grove High School should probably write apologies, and I, as your advisor, should consider resigning in disgrace."
"Ms. Mitchell, that's not what I meant," Kevin quickly waved his hands in denial. "I really wasn't trying to brag. I honestly didn't do well today. I thought I could place in the top three, but alas, I fell short."
Jillie gazed at Kevin. Just the night before, she had been compelled to assist him with handjob under uncomfortable circumstances, and it had left her with a sense of disdain, viewing him as somewhat frivolous for making such an absurd demand. However, seeing him today, unboastful about securing eighth place and instead filled with self-reproach, she revised her opinion. Someone who held themselves to such high standards could not be intrinsically bad; perhaps his earlier behavior was merely a lapse in judgment.
"Kevin, every competition has its uncertainties. It's admirable that you maintain such humility, but don't place too much pressure on yourself. You must learn to self-regulate. While rankings are important, the true purpose of these contests is to identify and address your academic weaknesses. If you focus solely on winning, you'll miss the point entirely." Jillie smiled as she offered her guidance. Teachers naturally favor diligent and intelligent students, even if they aren't their own. It is an instinct born of their profession.
"Thank you, Ms. Mitchell. What you said makes a lot of sense. It must be wonderful to be one of your students." Kevin felt a pang of guilt as he hadn't expected such patient instruction. He realized he never should have deceived this conscientious and dedicated teacher.
"It's nothing, really. Being a teacher is like this—understanding grand principles better than anyone else, but knowing and doing are two entirely different matters," Jillie said self-deprecatingly. Having been a teacher for almost twenty years, she had faced all sorts of challenges. Despite the perceived high social status of educators, reality often fell short. Unlike other professions, teachers merely guided children and, if their efforts fell short, they must endure criticism from both the school and parents. The sting of such criticism was something only teachers truly understand.
These principles were ones she had imparted to countless students, yet despite her earnest efforts, how many actually heeded her advice? Most students continued on their aimless paths, doing as they pleased, only to later realize the hardships of life and come to regret their choices—but by then, it was too late.
After chatting for a little while longer, Jillie noticed it was getting late. Smiling, she said, "Alright, it's time to head to bed. Otherwise, you won't be able to get up tomorrow."
"Okay," Kevin replied, savoring the pleasant atmosphere of their conversation. Realizing that he would leave Skyview City tomorrow and might never see Jillie again, he couldn't help but feel a pang of melancholy.
Kevin and Jillie walked one behind the other towards the hotel building, Kevin trailing behind Jillie. His eyes were fixed on Jillie's plump, rounded buttocks, and he couldn't help but recall the intoxicating sensations of his cock rubbing against them the night before. These thoughts stirred a restless desire within him. Imagining Jillie naked, her large buttocks swaying and arched provocatively, he felt his cock harden. The glans rubbed painfully against his underwear as it swelled uncontrollably.
Just as Jillie stepped out of the small garden, a long, thin shadow darted across the ground, startling her. She stepped back in fright, bumping into Kevin's arms.
"Ms. Mitchell, what's wrong?" Kevin instinctively held Jillie's plump body, feeling her heavy buttocks pressing against his lower abdomen and rubbing back and forth. The soft, fleshy cheeks brought him a thrilling sensation, and his cock, which had almost softened, instantly hardened again, slipping into the crevice of her buttocks through her skirt.
"Mouse, over there...catch it," Jillie muttered, trembling with fear, her body still shaking. She clung tightly to Kevin, almost hanging onto him, losing all her mature composure. Many women are brave in many situations but are terrified of mice, giving men a chance to show their bravery.
But Kevin couldn't care less about the mouse now. All his attention was focused on his cock being rubbed by Jillie. Her soft, fleshy buttocks were moving against his groin, repeatedly stimulating his already fragile nerves.
His cock instinctively thrust forward, his erect penis poking Jillie's big butt, and his hands, which were holding her waist, habitually moved upward, soon reaching her ample breasts and squeezing them hard.
"Kevin, let go of me. I'm warning you. Don't do this," Jillie finally realized she was completely in Kevin's grasp. Her most important and sensitive parts were being attacked by Kevin, and the intense pleasure made her body go limp. She struggled to break free, but her body rubbed more against Kevin's, making it impossible to escape.
"Ms. Mitchell, let's have sex," Kevin was now burning with desire, his eyes red, panting, and squeezing Jillie's large, round breasts. His only thought was to thrust his hard cock into her fleshy vagina and fuck her.
"No...Kevin...we really can't do this," Jillie was on the verge of tears. She had underestimated the allure of her mature body to a sixteen-year-old boy. Feeling Kevin's hard, hot dick poking her butt and her breasts reacting to his touch, she was in turmoil. This was a hotel, and if she screamed, the staff would come, and Kevin's future would be ruined. She couldn't do that. She had to find a way to make him stop. "I know you're feeling uncomfortable. I can help you with a hand job, okay?"
With Jillie's words, Kevin's desire gradually subsided, and he slowly released her. Jillie turned around, looking at the visibly flushed Kevin, sighed helplessly, and led him to the hiding spot from the previous night. She knelt down, unzipped Kevin's pants, and gently pulled out his swollen, hard dick. Holding it in her hand, she began to stroke it softly, saying tenderly, "Kevin, I don't blame you. At your age, it's normal to have bodily needs. It was my mistake to provoke you like that; please don't feel burdened by it."
Seeing that Jillie was not only not angry but also helping him, Kevin felt overwhelmed with shame. He knew he would have been finished if Jillie had cried out earlier. With teary eyes and a choked voice, he whispered, "Ms. Mitchell, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have acted that way. You've been too kind to me; I'm really an asshole."
"It's alright, everyone makes mistakes," Jillie replied with a gentle smile, her hand movements growing even more tender. Her concentrated expression made it seem like she was performing a sacred act rather than giving a hand job to a stranger.
Despite the comfortable sensation of Jillie's touch, Kevin was filled with guilt, and his cock showed no signs of climaxing. The prolonged engorgement had turned his glans slightly purple.
"Why aren't you ejaculating yet? Holding back like this isn't good," Jillie murmured, frowning at Kevin's still erect and swollen dick. "Is it not feeling good? You did come the other night, didn't you?"
Kevin felt a bit embarrassed. It wasn't that Jillie's technique was wrong; it was the atmosphere. While masturbation should be an enjoyable experience, this felt more like receiving pity. He couldn't bring himself to say this to Jillie, fearing she might take it the wrong way. Awkwardly, he mumbled, "Maybe the stimulation isn't enough."
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