Chapter 782: Kimberly's Special Mission
"Mom, is Kevin seriously hurt?" Laura asked anxiously, her eyes red. "If he hadn't protected me, he wouldn't have gotten burned."
"It's alright, Laura. I just checked on Kevin, and he's fine. You don't need to worry," Daisy sighed inwardly. It seemed her daughter had deep feelings for Kevin. She would need to be more careful in the future to avoid similar incidents.
Kevin stood in the bathroom, bare from the waist down, feeling anxious. He thought he had surely angered Daisy. He hadn't meant to provoke her; he had just instinctively treated her like his cousin Audrey. But there was no way to explain this without revealing his secret relationship with Audrey.
Just as Kevin was feeling like he was on pins and needles, Daisy returned and tossed him a clean pair of underwear and shorts, saying, "Alright, put these on quickly before you catch a cold."
Feeling immensely relieved, Kevin hurriedly put on the underwear and shorts. He then left the bathroom, greeted Daisy and Laura, and made a quick exit from Laura's house. He walked briskly out of the apartment building, letting out a long breath. His emotions were a mix of excitement and fear. If Daisy had really gotten angry, he would have been mortified.
Suddenly, he noticed two people standing under a streetlamp not far away. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was his English teacher Kimberly and her husband Grant. They seemed to have just returned from delivering a gift, as the bag in Kimberly's hand was gone. Kevin couldn't help but wonder which high-ranking county official they had visited. Not wanting to dwell on it, he quickened his pace, eager to get home to his cousin.
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"Why do you think the leader's wife is so interested in Kevin?" Grant asked, puzzled, under the streetlamp.
Grant and Kimberly had indeed visited Armando's house. However, they were stopped at the door by Armando's wife, Maurice, who said the leader was not at home and asked them to leave. Grant, unwilling to give up, insisted on leaving the gift, but Maurice refused, even advising him against engaging in corrupt practices, which nearly embarrassed Grant.
Kimberly had to step in to smooth things over. When Maurice learned Kimberly was a schoolteacher, she asked if she knew Kevin. Kimberly, surprised, said she was Kevin's English teacher. Maurice's attitude changed instantly, inviting them in and asking Kimberly all about Kevin for over an hour, leaving the couple astonished.
As they left Armando's house, they both felt something was off. Kevin was just a student, and Maurice was a high-ranking official's wife. How could they know each other?
"I'm not sure," Kimberly said, shaking her head, her beautiful face showing a trace of confusion. She didn't know much about Kevin's background but knew he came from a single-parent family with no influential relatives. It didn't make sense for him to know Maurice.
"Regardless, this is my golden opportunity," Grant said excitedly, pulling his wife close. "Honey, Kevin must be important to Armando's wife. You need to get closer to Kevin. In a few days, tell him you want to tutor him and invite him to our house. That way, we can build a relationship with him. This is like finding a new path when all seems lost. If we can connect with Armando, I could get promoted in two years, and within five years, another promotion is possible. If I'm lucky, I could be a director in ten years, and you'll be the director's wife!"
Seeing her husband so pleased with himself, Kimberly frowned. She hated this smug look on his face but felt obligated to help him climb the social ladder, despite her distaste for such behavior. If it weren't for her being Kevin's English teacher, they might have been turned away.
They soon returned home. Grant went to the bedroom and lay on the bed, playing with his phone. After a while, Kimberly entered the bedroom in a strapless nightgown. Her fair skin looked even more delicate under the light. Her long legs were straight and smooth, her hips round and perky, and her ample breasts swayed under the nightgown, making her look irresistibly sexy.
Grant became excited immediately. Their relationship had been cold lately, but they had just reconciled. Seeing his wife's seductive figure, his penis quickly hardened. He eagerly got up and hugged Kimberly from behind.
"What are you doing?" Kimberly exclaimed, startled, instinctively trying to break free.
"Honey, we haven't done it in a long time. Let's do it tonight," Grant panted, whispering in her ear, his hand kneading her breasts.
Although Kimberly was reluctant, she didn't want to continue the cold war with her husband. She half-heartedly let him strip off her nightgown, revealing her voluptuous, fair body.
Grant swallowed hard, stripping off his clothes and pulling his wife onto the bed. He thrust his penis toward Kimberly's vagina.
"Don't be so rough. I'm not ready yet," Kimberly winced, feeling her dry vagina being rubbed painfully by his glans. She hadn't gotten aroused, and it hurt. She clenched her thighs around his waist, trying to stop him.
"It'll get wet after a few thrusts," Grant laughed, forcefully pushing his glans into her slit, ignoring her tears of pain.
"Grant, please be gentle. I can't take it," Kimberly cried, her voice tinged with sobs. Her dry vagina was being painfully chafed by his relentless thrusts, leaving her feeling nothing but agony.
Grant, hearing her pleas, only got more excited, determined to assert his dominance. He thrust harder, filling the room with the sounds of her pained moans.
After a brief, rough session, Grant ejaculated inside her and rolled over, satisfied, quickly falling asleep.
Kimberly struggled to get up, feeling like her lower body had been torn apart. She silently put on her nightgown and limped to the bathroom. Looking at her blank expression in the mirror, she realized she had lost all hope for her marriage. She was nothing more than a stepping stone and a tool for her husband's desires, devoid of any real marital affection.
She undressed, her white breasts bruised from his rough handling, her swollen labia red and sore. Kevin's youthful, sunny face and his firm, long penis flashed through her mind. If it were Kevin making love to her, he wouldn't be so rough.
Kimberly stepped under the shower, letting the warm water wash over her body. She squeezed her firm breasts, tears rolling down her cheeks. Why had she married a man who didn't cherish her? People envied her for having a tall, handsome husband, but no one understood her inner torment.
...
In the study, the lights were bright. Armando was reading a book on historical governance, with a stack of papers beside him, the top one titled "Clearbrook Research Report."
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Without looking up, Armando said, "Come in."
Maurice entered with a plate of sliced oranges, chiding, "Honey, have some fruit and take a break. You just got back from the countryside. Don't overwork yourself. Remember, your back injury hasn't healed yet. There's always more work, but don't push yourself too hard."
"Yes, ma'am." Armando smiled, taking the plate from her. He sighed, "I can't help it. You should see how the villagers live. After all these years, they're still so poor. Clearbrook is my poverty alleviation point."
"What's the use of you worrying alone?" Maurice said disapprovingly. "You promised to return to the city after three years. My father has already paved the way for you. Next year, you'll be promoted to director, and in a few years, you'll move up even higher. We can't afford any delays. Once my father retires, his influence will wane."
"I know what I'm doing," Armando said, frowning, clearly not wanting to discuss this. "Who were those two people earlier? Why did you talk to them for so long?"
"The man works in the government office. He came to check on you after hearing about your injury," Maurice said with a smile. "His wife is a schoolteacher. She teaches Kevin's class, so I asked her about him."
"That reminds me," Armando said, recalling the handsome young man. "Kevin recently helped the police catch several wanted criminals. I ran into him during my countryside visit. We had a chat. He's a bright young man."
"Really?" Maurice was surprised. "Honey, do you think our daughter has something going on with Kevin? I've never seen her go out with a boy at night. Kevin comes from a modest background, not a good match for our family. We should be cautious."
"What are you saying?" Armando said, displeased. "I come from a farming family and wasn't a good match for your family either, but your father still agreed to our marriage."
"That's different," Maurice huffed. "Our daughter is exceptional. Even if she doesn't marry into a wealthy family, she should at least find someone on our level. I don't want a poor son-in-law. Poor people lack ambition, and we'd have to support him."
"Our children will find their own paths. Our daughter is only a sophomore. It's normal for her to know a few boys. You're worrying too much," Armando said, smiling. "Besides, with her personality, she won't follow your arrangements for a boyfriend. You're worrying for nothing. By the way, where is she now?"
"She just arrived in Buenos Aires. She'll rest for two days before flying to Ushuaia for acclimatization training," Maurice said, concerned. "Honey, why don't you tell her not to go to Antarctica? She could just stay in Argentina for a few days. Why go to such a desolate place?"
"You don't understand," Armando sighed. "Young people need to have a global perspective and a spirit of adventure. Staying in their comfort zone won't get them anywhere."
"Fine, you and our daughter can have your global perspective. I'm just a worrywart," Maurice said, rolling her eyes as she left the study. However, she was still thinking about Kevin and her daughter. She had been curious about Kevin, and after hearing about his heroics from Armando, she was even more intrigued. She decided to find an opportunity to talk to Kevin soon.
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