Chapter 1479
However, Kevin was just thinking about it; he had no real plans to act against Cynthia. After all, he'd already had affairs with classmates' mothers twice—once with Evelyn and once with Willow. He felt a bit guilty, especially towards Albert.
Moreover, he planned to focus on self-improvement and stop messing around. He decided to stay with Audrey, Alissa, Grace, Daisy, and Natalie, and adding Laura to the mix would be enough.
Honestly, this lineup was like a dream team for any man: the icy Audrey, the insatiable Alissa, the well-endowed Grace, the elegant Daisy, the flirtatious boss Natalie, and the innocent beauty Laura. It pretty much covered all bases of male fantasy. For an average high school student like him to have them all at once—what more could he ask for?
Wrapped in a towel, Kevin walked back to his room, his mind abuzz. He saw several messages from Laura on his phone. Knowing she was worried, he called her and they chatted for half an hour.
Barely finishing the call, Daisy sent him a message to check on him. Kevin quickly replied. Though he had a relationship with Daisy, she didn't become overly familiar after losing her virginity. She still retained her noble and elegant demeanor, and Kevin remained somewhat cautious around her. To him, Daisy was still dignified and untouchable.
While he was typing his message to Daisy, another text popped up. It was from Kimberly, asking why he didn't attend class that afternoon.
Kevin was quite surprised. He didn't expect to hear from Kimberly; he thought they'd drifted apart. This message made his pulse quicken. Maybe Kimberly wasn't as cold as she'd seemed.
As Kevin was pondering how to reply to Kimberly, his phone rang. It was Detective Captain Mark.
"Kevin, how are you feeling? Better?" Mark's hearty laugh came through the phone.
"Much better, thanks, Mark. It's pretty late. What's up?" Kevin responded.
Mark detailed, "Well, Edgar and Cynthia want to apologize but they’re afraid you still hold a grudge. They asked me to feel out your attitude first. It was definitely Edgar's fault, but Cynthia is genuinely nice. I think if you can let it go, let it go. Let him owe you one; it might come in handy down the road. Just a suggestion, though. It's your call."
Mark's tone was unusually cautious, lacking the usual authority of a detective captain. After all, Kevin had Daisy’s backing. Mark didn’t want to get involved, but Cynthia’s pleading softened his heart, so he agreed.
"Mark, don’t let them come over." Kevin was taken aback. He had just managed to cover things up. If Cynthia and Edgar showed up, it would be impossible to hide. "Let's drop this. If anyone brings it up again, I'll be furious."
"Got it. Take care," Mark said, noting Kevin's strong reaction. He sighed inwardly, thinking Kevin still resented Edgar. But it was understandable; who wouldn’t be mad after being beaten and handcuffed to a radiator for an afternoon?
Sigh, Edgar really overdid it. But thinking of Cynthia’s charming face and hot body, he could somewhat understand Edgar’s actions. Having a beautiful wife could be quite the hassle.
In Harmony County, Edgar sat on the sofa, smoking silently, looking serious, his hair disheveled and eyes red, appearing somewhat aged. Beside him, Cynthia looked equally haggard, though her full, firm breasts under her nightgown still exuded a mature allure.
Since returning home, they remained in this state. Cynthia had argued with Edgar several times, blaming him for acting rashly without understanding the situation and offending even Daisy. Edgar initially tried to defend himself but eventually fell silent, letting Cynthia vent her frustrations.
"It's almost ten, and we still haven't heard from Mark," Cynthia said anxiously. "Edgar, why don't you call him again?"
"Don't bother." Edgar tossed his cigarette butt aside and said gruffly, "It's just a student. So what if Daisy's involved? Her father retired ages ago. I doubt she has any real pull with the department now. If she does, let her fire me!"
"Edgar, what's with that attitude?" Cynthia said coldly. "Today's mess is all because of you. Forget about Daisy, Kevin is close to Audrey. You beat Kevin like that, what do you think she'll do? Can our son still switch classes?"
"Then don't switch," Edgar snapped, tired of Cynthia's complaints. "Sean's a dimwit. Switching classes won't help him. He'll be lucky to get into a mediocre college. Stop wasting your time."
"How can you say that about your own son?" Cynthia trembled with anger. "You don't deserve to be a father."
As they argued, the phone on the table rang. Edgar picked it up, walked out to the balcony, exchanged a few words, and hung up, looking relieved. "Mark said Kevin's forgiven us and doesn’t want a face-to-face apology. See, I told you, a kid like him won't stir up much trouble."
"Really?" Cynthia still frowned, not feeling reassured. Watching Edgar return to the bedroom, she turned to the bathroom. She took off her nightgown, revealing her full breasts encased in a black lace bra, her mature body exuding allure. Her slender waist and firm, round buttocks were still full of vitality. Her long legs were straight, and her lower body was clad in tight lace panties, outlining her labia majora.
Did Kevin really forgive them? Cynthia worriedly unhooked her bra, her firm breasts bouncing free, her nipples and areolas darker with age, showing the signs of her forty years. Maintaining her figure had not been easy. She took off her panties and stepped into the shower, her thoughts still consumed by the day's events.
If she had known that getting drunk would lead to this, she would never have followed Craig to the private room for drinks. Cynthia regretted her decision. She had just wanted to network with more clients, not realizing Craig had ulterior motives and would pressure her into drinking. Fortunately, Kevin had shown up, or Craig might have assaulted her. Craig had been eyeing her for a long time.
Cynthia rubbed her breasts, abdomen, buttocks, and genitals, then lifted her foot to wash it. Remembering Edgar's claim that Kevin took advantage of her drunkenness to unbutton her, she felt a strange sensation. A scene flashed in her mind: in a hotel room, she lay unconscious on the bed, and a young boy was on top of her, looking eager and naked, his erection obvious. Cynthia's body began to heat up, her toes tingled as if they were being licked. She shook her head vigorously, trying to forget the image. Kevin couldn't have done that. Edgar must have been lying to cover his own mistake.
But what if Edgar was telling the truth? After all, Kevin was sixteen or seventeen, an age when boys are naturally curious about women's bodies. Sean had once peeked at her showering and even masturbated with her underwear. She hadn't confronted him, fearing it would scar him psychologically. But later, Sean suddenly lost interest in her and started talking about Audrey all the time.
Cynthia had been a bit jealous then, but after meeting Audrey, she understood. Audrey was young, beautiful, and had a great figure, especially her large breasts. Even adult men found her irresistible, let alone a student like Sean. Cynthia had subtly inquired and found that Sean had a pure admiration for Audrey, a common crush for boys his age. She didn't interfere, thinking if it motivated Sean to study harder, it was a good thing.
Unfortunately, this semester, Audrey was suddenly reassigned to a different class as a homeroom teacher. Sean's mood had soured, and his grades plummeted. Cynthia was anxious and wanted Audrey to help Sean transfer classes, but it backfired, completely offending Kevin.
Although Mark said Kevin had forgiven Edgar, Cynthia couldn't shake her unease. A teenager beaten black and blue, handcuffed for hours, couldn’t be without resentment. She had to find a way to placate him.
Suddenly, an absurd idea came to Cynthia. If Kevin was indeed interested in her body, maybe that was a shortcut. She had endured men's harassment in business, so dealing with a teenager would be easier. At the worst, she could let Kevin touch her breasts, satisfy his curiosity, make him happy, and then Sean's transfer might be possible.
She finished her shower, tossed her bra and panties into the laundry basket, and entered the bedroom in her nightgown. Her breasts, free from their confines, swayed, her nipples rubbing against the silk fabric, causing an itchy sensation. She enjoyed sleeping naked, perhaps because she always wore a mask dealing with people outside. At home, she wanted to shed the pretense and be herself.
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