Chapter 1470
Kevin gripped Cynthia's silk-clad feet, inhaling their scent. He wasn't sure what brand her stockings were, but they felt incredibly luxurious—thin and sheer. If he hadn't touched them, he might not have noticed she was wearing any. He thought it strange when he first saw her earlier, bare-legged in the deep autumn chill.
Women's feet are very sensitive, and although Cynthia was still asleep, Kevin's fingers made her feet instinctively twitch, avoiding and inviting his touch simultaneously.
That morning, Kevin had toyed with Violet's feet but felt unsatisfied. Now, seizing the opportunity, he grabbed Cynthia's silk-clad feet, kneading and squeezing them into various shapes. He brought his face close, rubbing his skin against her smooth soles, relishing the luxurious feel of the thin fabric.
As he gazed at her feet, wrapped in nearly invisible stockings, he couldn't resist licking her soles. Her feet twitched slightly, her calf muscles tensing under the sensation.
Cynthia's calves were a bit thick and not incredibly shapely. Compared to ordinary women, they were better, but Kevin had recently been surrounded by well-proportioned female teachers like Audrey, Vanessa, and Kimberly, and was used to admiring long, straight legs. Grace's legs, comparable to those of international models, often filled his thoughts too.
In Harmony County's informal ranking of beautiful legs, Grace was undoubtedly number one—perfect in length, shape, and feel. Every time Kevin grasped her strong, long legs while having sex, he felt like a knight riding a wild steed across an endless prairie.
Kimberly and Audrey's legs tied for second place, while Natalie and Vanessa’s legs came in third. Then came Daisy, Willow, and Patty. Although Evelyn's legs were also beautiful, her shorter stature affected her ranking. Kevin liked Alissa's thighs, but their slight chubbiness placed her last.
Kevin bit Cynthia's soft toes, licking her smooth instep. His saliva quickly soaked her stockings, and he could feel his cock growing almost painfully. He unzipped his pants, pulling out his penis to relieve the pressure.
In her sleep, Cynthia seemed to sense some danger, twisting her body and curling her feet.
Kevin held his erect penis, stroking it slowly as he looked at the sleeping Cynthia. Various thoughts filled his mind, each making him harder and more excited.
'Is God testing me?' Kevin thought. 'I swore off messing with women, and now this beauty is right in front of me. If I defile her, I’m scum. If I don’t, I’m still scum.'
Kevin unbuttoned Cynthia's white blouse, revealing her breasts held by a white lace bra. Her stunning chest was now right in front of him, and he couldn’t resist. He pounced, licking her breasts hungrily.
“Get away from me...” Cynthia mumbled in her sleep, pushing Kevin away.
Kevin was stunned, looking down at the drunken, unconscious woman. He realized it was an instinctive reaction. He paused, remembering his past with Ivan’s mother, Willow—their encounter was consensual, driven by mutual enmity.
But Sean was only infatuated with Audrey. As a class officer, he interacted with her frequently, making it natural for him to harbor fantasies. If that was a sin, then Kevin, who had been with Alissa, Grace, and Evelyn—wives and mothers—would be irredeemable.
Cynthia had only invited him to dinner without any intention of seduction. What he was doing now was sheer exploitation, a criminal act. Even though he was still a minor at sixteen, he was old enough to bear the consequences.
With this realization, Kevin calmed down, quickly buttoning up Cynthia's blouse, tucking his erection away, and helping her put her boots back on. This new level of self-control marked his maturity. In the past, he might not have been able to stop himself.
Elizabeth, Brynn, Mica, and Maddy all had sex almost immediately after meeting him. Though the encounters were pleasurable, they felt hollow afterward. Such emotionless sex was just physical, lacking any real satisfaction beyond the temporary release.
One-night stands offered no real connection, just pure sex and ejaculation. The first time might feel thrilling, but it grew mundane after a while. Flirting with Audrey was far more exciting.
Just as Kevin prepared to leave, a phone rang in the room. After searching, he found a small, delicate phone in Cynthia's bag. The caller ID read "Dear," which made him nervous. It was Cynthia's husband calling.
Cynthia remained sound asleep while the phone kept ringing persistently. Kevin didn’t want to answer but feared it might be urgent. Hesitant, he finally picked it up.
“Hello? Where are you? Why haven’t you answered?” A man’s harsh voice came through, sounding irritated.
"Excuse me, sir. Cynthia is drunk and hasn't woken up yet," Kevin began to explain, but was promptly cut off.
"What? She's drunk? With whom? Who the hell are you? Do you know who I am? I'm a cop. If you dare lay a finger on her, I'll have you locked up."
Kevin knew the man had misunderstood and tried to clarify, but the man wouldn't let him speak. After a tirade of curses, the man demanded, "Where are you? I’m coming to get her."
"Well...we're at a small hotel on Harmony Lane," Kevin quickly provided the address before the call abruptly ended. Feeling uneasy about Cynthia's husband's temper, he thought it best to leave to avoid any confrontation.
He hurried out but soon realized he had forgotten his phone upstairs. Back on the third floor, he found the door locked and had to ask the manager for a spare key.
As he reached the door, a middle-aged man in a police uniform—Cynthia's husband, Edgar—kicked it open. Seeing Kevin, obviously a high school student, Edgar coldly asked, "Did you answer the phone? Where's Cynthia?"
"Uh, she's lying on the bed," Kevin said, pointing.
"What happened? Tell me." Edgar's tone softened slightly, seeing Kevin in his school uniform.
Kevin recounted the events from the beginning. Edgar scrutinized his face, searching for signs of deceit. Finally, he nodded and approached the bed. His expression darkened as he noticed Cynthia's unbuttoned blouse.
"What's this?" he demanded.
Kevin realized his mistake and quickly explained, "I don't know. Maybe it came undone when I helped her upstairs."
Edgar glared at Kevin, asking slowly, "You didn’t molest her, did you?"
“No, no!” Kevin shook his head, feeling a rush of fear. Fortunately, he had restrained himself earlier.
Edgar remained skeptical. Despite being forty, Cynthia looked just over thirty and had an attractive figure. It was hard to believe Kevin hadn't touched her. He checked his wife's body, then removed her boots and examined her feet closely.
Kevin grew increasingly anxious. He had licked Cynthia's feet and breasts, never anticipating such a meticulous inspection.
Edgar soon discovered something was wrong. Cynthia's feet were wet, and her skirt was damp. It was evident she had been molested.
Edgar's expression darkened. He struck Kevin hard across the face, cursing, "Didn't you say you didn't touch her? You lying bastard! I'll kill you!"
Edgar slapped Kevin repeatedly, the blows harsh and relentless. Kevin saw stars and blacked out, collapsing on the floor, hands shielding his face. "I really didn't do anything. I'm in the same class as Sean. When Cynthia wakes up, you'll see."
"Bullshit," Edgar fumed. Cynthia's wet feet and skirt were proof enough for him. The unbuttoned blouse also incriminated Kevin.
The thought of young Kevin having his way with Cynthia enraged Edgar further. He punched and kicked Kevin with renewed fury.
Thankfully, Edgar was more of a desk officer and lacked significant strength. Kevin could have defended himself but didn't dare retaliate, deeply regretting his choices. He shouldn't have accepted Cynthia's dinner invitation. If they had had sex, he might've understood the beating. But after only licking her feet and breasts, he found himself unfairly enduring Edgar's wrath, taking the fall for something much worse.
Eventually, Edgar grew tired. He pulled out handcuffs and secured Kevin to the radiator, saying, "Think about what you’ve done. I'll deal with you later." He then carried the unconscious Cynthia out of the room.
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