Chapter 1645
After Kevin left, Willow got out of the car, opened the doors and windows, and lit a slim cigarette. When she got excited during sex, her body would secrete a special fluid with a strong scent and aphrodisiac effect. If she didn't ventilate the car, the smell would linger for days.
She took a drag, her red lips parting slightly as she elegantly blew out a smoke ring. Her gaze became distant as she looked at the gray three-story office building in the distance.
She had been with the dance troupe for almost twenty years, dedicating the best years of her life to the organization. She had won applause from audiences, received commendations from higher-ups, and was named an outstanding worker every year. But now, who remembered that she was once an excellent dancer? They only saw her as the wife of the County Treasury Office director, a title she despised.
Feeling a wave of melancholy, Willow thought to herself, "I'm really getting old." Even though she maintained her body daily, her skin still soft, her waist still slim, her breasts still firm, her hips still full, and her vagina still tight, she was still a forty-year-old woman. She feared staying up late, gaining weight, getting gray hair, developing wrinkles, and having sagging breasts. Most of all, she feared being seen as an old woman by young men.
Whenever she attended parent-teacher meetings at school, she would dress up meticulously to look younger and more beautiful. She took pride in the compliments from other parents, but no amount of flattery could compare to the validation of a man's erection. That was the ultimate affirmation of her feminine charm.
When Kevin had breathlessly ejaculated inside her, Willow felt a surge of youthful vitality. It felt wonderful.
Willow flicked away the cigarette butt and got back into the car to head home. Just as she was leaving the parking lot, she saw a shadowy figure standing not far ahead. She was startled and looked closely, realizing it was Amos, the son of the dance troupe's secretary, Darren. Amos also attended Sunset Valley High School, though he wasn't in the same class as her son, Ivan.
"Amos, what are you doing here? Looking for your dad?" Willow rolled down the window and greeted him with a smile. When she first got married, they all lived in the dance troupe's compound, and the employees were very familiar with each other. The children played together every day, and Amos and Ivan were childhood friends.
"Willow, is that you?" Amos's face was pale, and he stammered, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He had indeed gone to his father's office to get something, but when he came downstairs, he saw Kevin sneaking out of the parking lot. Suspicious, he decided to wait and see, never expecting to see Willow.
If it were daytime, it might have been a coincidence. But now, with the dance troupe almost deserted, Kevin had just left, and Willow was driving out right after him. It could only mean that Kevin and Willow had been together.
But how was that possible?
Seeing Willow's flushed face, Amos's mind was in turmoil. He couldn't imagine what Kevin and Willow had been doing. As a child, he and Ivan were neighbors, and he often went to Ivan's house under the pretense of watching cartoons, but in reality, he just wanted to see the sexy and beautiful Willow.
Back then, Willow was the star of the dance troupe, beautiful, with a great figure and fashionable style. She loved wearing dresses in the summer, showing off her long legs and full, high breasts, which fascinated the young Amos.
Once, during an outdoor movie screening at the dance troupe, he happened to sit next to Willow. It was midsummer, and she wore a black spaghetti-strap tank top and shorts. From the side, he could see her soft breasts and even her perky nipples.
Amos couldn't remember what movie was playing that night. His attention was entirely on the sexy and beautiful Willow beside him, watching her breasts bounce and inhaling her scent. He even dared to rub his leg against her exposed thigh.
Willow didn't take Amos seriously. She chatted and laughed with her female colleagues, crossed her legs, and occasionally gave Amos some snacks, patting his head as if he were a little puppy.
Later, Amos fell asleep, and when he woke up, he found himself resting on Willow's lap, his head on her soft thighs, with her firm breasts right above him. Willow was still engrossed in the movie, her hand drawing circles on his chest, occasionally letting out a crisp laugh. He didn't dare move, pretending to sleep and enjoying the intimate contact. It was one of his happiest childhood memories.
After Ivan's father became the County Treasury Office director, they moved out of the dance troupe compound, and Amos rarely saw Willow. But she remained his eternal goddess.
But now, his goddess had been with Kevin late at night, something Amos couldn't accept.
Seeing Amos's shocked expression, Willow's heart skipped a beat. Had he seen Kevin earlier? That would be troublesome. She brushed her hair back and smiled, "Amos, get in the car. It's cold outside."
Amos got in and sat in the passenger seat. He looked down and saw Willow's bare legs under her skirt, wondering why she wasn't wearing tights in such cold weather. Then he noticed a crumpled pair of black stockings on the back seat and understood.
Willow followed Amos's gaze and saw the stockings, feeling flustered. During her encounter with Kevin, she had only pulled the stockings down to her knees, but they had gotten soaked with vaginal discharge. She had taken them off completely, planning to deal with them at home, but now Amos had seen them.
"Amos, did you see anything earlier?" Willow asked tentatively.
Amos remained silent, his heart aching. Seeing the stockings, he knew Willow had been with Kevin. He imagined Kevin grinning as he removed Willow's stockings, spreading her legs, and thrusting his erection into her. Amos clenched his fists, burning with anger. Kevin had taken Laura and now even Willow. He was a monster.
Willow frowned, realizing Amos had guessed the truth. This could be problematic. If Amos told Ivan, and Ivan confronted Kevin, her sacrifice would be in vain.
"Willow, did Kevin force you?" Amos asked through gritted teeth. "You don't have to be afraid of him. He's a bully at school, and we all hate him. I'll find a way to deal with him."
He couldn't accept that his beloved goddess had willingly been with Kevin. He convinced himself that Kevin must have coerced her.
"Amos, it's not what you think," Willow sighed, holding Amos's hand gently. "You know Ivan and Kevin had some issues. Ivan was in the wrong, especially with the plagiarism incident. If Kevin had pursued it, Ivan could have been expelled. So I owed him a favor. It was my choice."
"What!" Amos felt like he had been struck by lightning. After a long silence, he stammered, "But you didn't have to do that. If Ivan knew, he'd be devastated."
"That's why I need to ask you a favor," Willow said, biting her lip. "Please keep this a secret from Ivan, okay?"
"Okay," Amos agreed, unable to refuse her pleading eyes.
"Thank you, Amos. You're a good kid," Willow said, patting his head. "I trust you'll keep your promise. I'll owe you a favor in return."
Amos's heart raced. What did she mean by that? She had repaid Kevin with sex, and now she owed him a favor. Did that mean he could be with her too? Looking at Willow's voluptuous figure, especially her full, firm breasts, Amos felt a surge of desire. He wanted to tear off her coat and play with those breasts, something he had longed for since childhood.
But he didn't dare ask Willow what the reward would be. He was her good kid, not like Kevin, who would coerce her.
"Alright, Amos, let me drive you home," Willow said, smiling as she started the car. She could easily manipulate a teenage boy.
When Willow got home, she found her husband sitting on the couch, drinking coffee, reeking of alcohol. She frowned and said coldly, "Out drinking again?"
"No, just a gathering with some government officials," Devon replied, his eyes bleary. "Where have you been? It's so late."
"Out with a lover, is that a problem?" Willow retorted, taking off her white cashmere coat and sitting across from Devon, crossing her legs. "You keep drinking with those small-time officials. It's almost New Year. You should be networking with the County Executive."
"Mind your own business," Devon snapped, annoyed by her commanding tone. "You should focus on your precious son."
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