Chapter 1784
Although Cynthia had already been manipulated by Kevin quite a bit, hearing her husband's words still made her furious. What did she mean to Edgar? Was she just a pawn in his schemes? She wasn't that low. She said coldly, "Oh, sure, I'd love to let someone take advantage of me, but they might not even be interested in an old woman like me."
"Are you serious?" Edgar chuckled. "Honey, you're too modest. With your looks and figure, you're practically a movie star. Any young guy would be attracted to you."
"Fine, if you don't mind, I'll go seduce him right now and see if he takes the bait." Cynthia, feeling neglected by Kevin and manipulated by Edgar, stormed out of the kitchen.
Edgar tried to call her back, but it was too late. He could only hide behind the door and peek into the living room, thinking that if Kevin took the bait and made a move on his wife, he'd have leverage over him, making his plans easier to execute.
Cynthia walked briskly into the living room and saw Kevin sitting on the couch, playing on his phone. She smiled and said, "Kevin, what are you looking at?"
"Oh, nothing much." Kevin was chatting with Laura, who was with her mom, Daisy, in Luminara, enjoying the night view. She had sent him several selfies, with the dazzling lights of the harbor and her youthful beauty making for a stunning scene.
Seeing that Kevin didn't even look up, Cynthia felt frustrated. She glanced back at the kitchen, where Edgar seemed to be peeking from the doorway. She bit her lip and suddenly said loudly, "Kevin, my foot hurts a bit. Can you massage it for me?" She sat on the couch and lifted one leg, revealing her smooth, delicate foot with pink-painted toenails, an enticing sight.
Kevin looked at the long, sexy leg and the soft, delicate foot in front of him, his breathing quickened, and he felt a bit aroused. Cynthia knew how to seduce someone.
In the kitchen, Edgar was also a bit nervous, staring at Kevin without blinking. He didn't believe there was a man who wasn't a bit of a pervert. His wife's feet were the most seductive he'd ever seen. If Kevin were a foot fetishist, he wouldn't be able to resist. Edgar quietly took out his phone, ready to snap a photo of Kevin playing with his wife's feet, feeling a strange excitement at the thought of someone else molesting his wife.
"Cynthia, this isn't appropriate," Kevin said, looking at her leg but ultimately not making a move. He shifted away, thinking it was best not to get himself into trouble. If Edgar caught him, he'd be in big trouble. "Is Edgar done yet?"
Cynthia's face turned stiff. Now she was sure Kevin wasn't interested in her. Her biggest leverage was gone. She forced a smile and said, "I'll go check." She turned and walked back to the kitchen.
Edgar was disappointed that Kevin didn't take advantage of the situation but also relieved. He was worried that Cynthia and Kevin might do something, making him a cuckold. It seemed Kevin was still just a student and didn't have the guts.
Cynthia entered the kitchen, glaring at her husband. "See? He doesn't care at all. I almost died of embarrassment."
Edgar chuckled, suddenly grabbing Cynthia's waist and fondling her butt. "He doesn't care, but I do. He's just a kid, doesn't know the good things about women yet."
"Stop it, Edgar. What if Kevin sees?" Cynthia's face turned red as she grabbed Edgar's hand. "So what now? You don't expect me to sleep with him, do you?"
"I wouldn't let that happen." Edgar's mind flashed with the image of his wife under Kevin, feeling a strange excitement. He squeezed her butt and said, "Kevin's probably still a virgin. He might not even have hair down there yet."
"Stop talking nonsense. He's just a kid, about the same age as Sean." Cynthia thought of Kevin's thick, hard dick, and her breathing quickened. "You want me to sleep with him? We're just joking around."
Edgar's hand moved to her thigh, feeling the wetness through her panties. He laughed, "You're wet down there. Are you feeling it? Do you want Kevin to fuck you?"
"No." Cynthia's face turned red, shaking her head, but her body betrayed her. "How about I pretend to sleep, and you go seduce him again, see if he dares to make a move."
Edgar got more excited, his fingers slipping into her. "Boys like him love mature women. I don't believe he's not interested in you. Last time at the hotel, if I hadn't come in time, he might have gone for it. Did you feel anything when he licked your feet, or did you just not want to resist?"
"No, I didn't feel anything." Cynthia twisted her body, her face flushed. "Edgar, stop it. I'm uncomfortable down there. Kevin might be waiting."
"Alright." Edgar finally pulled his fingers out, but not before plucking a hair. "Ouch!" Cynthia yelped, glaring at him. "Edgar, what are you doing?"
"Nothing, just giving Kevin a little surprise." Edgar put the hair in a dish of food, laughing. "Let him taste you."
"You're disgusting." Cynthia frowned, disgusted by her husband's perversion but not stopping him. She even felt a bit of mockery. If Edgar knew Kevin had licked her down there and she had drunk his semen, would he still be laughing?
Meanwhile, Kevin was looking at a photo Daisy had sent him. She stood by a railing, elegant and poised, adjusting her hair. Her black dress made her look dignified, almost like a celebrity.
Kevin suddenly felt a bit regretful. If he hadn't argued with Daisy, he might have been in Luminara with her.
Just then, Cynthia and Edgar came out of the kitchen, bringing the food to the table. The three of them sat down, and Edgar took out a bottle of whiskey. "Kevin, let's have a drink. You're almost eighteen. You'll have to drink sooner or later. Might as well get used to it now. A man has to drink."
Cynthia added, "Kevin, just have a little. I'll drink some too."
Kevin knew they wanted something from him, probably something difficult. He couldn't agree easily. "But I don't know how to drink. My cousin will scold me."
"How about this?" Cynthia got up and brought a bottle of red wine. "We'll drink red wine, and you drink whiskey. Red wine isn't very strong and evaporates quickly."
"Alright." Kevin nodded, watching Cynthia pour him half a glass of red wine. Edgar raised his glass. "Come on, Kevin, let's have a drink. I've wronged you before, so I'll drink three glasses as a penalty." He downed a glass of whiskey, then two more.
Kevin took a small sip of red wine. Cynthia, seeing this, gave him a piece of egg with a smile. "Here, Kevin, have some food."
"Thanks." Kevin was about to eat when he noticed a hair in the egg. He was about to pick it out when he realized it was curly. It wasn't a hair but a pubic hair. He felt a wave of disgust and looked at Edgar.
Edgar saw the hair too and laughed, pretending not to know. "Kevin, Cynthia made this egg herself. Try it."
Kevin's mind raced. He looked at Cynthia, seeing her blushing and shy. Was this hair from her? Was she teasing him in front of her husband?
Cynthia was bold, seducing him in front of Edgar. But the sight of the dark pubic hair excited him. He ate the egg, smiling. "It's good, Cynthia. You're a great cook." They all laughed, but their feelings were different.
Edgar clinked glasses with Kevin a few more times, and as the atmosphere warmed up, he signaled Cynthia. She reluctantly said, "Kevin, you and Daisy are close, right?"
"Sort of."
Kevin knew the real topic was coming. "It's the end of the year, and all the departments are making personnel changes. Edgar's been in his department for years without a change. He wants to move. Can you talk to Daisy and ask her to help?"
"That's not easy." Kevin looked troubled, glancing at Edgar. "Daisy hates favoritism. I can't ask her. Besides, she's not in Harmony County now."
Edgar was disappointed but persisted. "Kevin, how about this? When Daisy comes back, introduce me. I'll invite her to dinner and talk to her myself. I don't want to make things hard for you."
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