Chapter 832: The Flirtatious Teacher Targeted by an Old Pervert
"Kevin, have some juice," Vanessa said, handing him a bottle of mango juice from the fridge. She noticed him staring at her wedding photo and gave a seductive smile. Seizing the moment, she wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, her moist lips breathing softly into his ear. "Do I look pretty in my wedding dress?"
"Beautiful," Kevin replied, feeling his ear tingle from Vanessa's breath. His body began to heat up. Although he had spent over an hour with Evelyn that morning, he hadn't finished inside her, leaving him feeling unsatisfied. He craved another round of intense action, and the flirtatious teacher behind him was the perfect partner. However, this being his first time at Vanessa's house, he felt a bit restrained and worried about her family unexpectedly returning, so he didn't dare make a move.
"How about I put it on for you later?" Vanessa's slender fingers slowly traced down Kevin's broad chest, past his abdomen, and finally rested on his shorts, lightly pressing against the growing hardness beneath. The thin fabric couldn't conceal the firmness and heat of his erection, which was as hard as steel—something only a young man could possess.
Kevin felt a surge of heat as Vanessa's touch brushed through his pubic hair, his entire body tensing up. Blood rushed to his lower abdomen, like an army quickly mobilizing.
"Mrs. Jones, why are you alone at home?" Kevin tried to deflect, not daring to respond to Vanessa's suggestion.
"Oh, my husband is out in the countryside, and my child is with his grandparents," Vanessa said, suddenly letting go of Kevin and sitting on the sofa, crossing her legs. Her full, enticing breasts rose and fell, heavy like ripe autumn fruits. "My child is already one year old, and I want to wean him. Breastfeeding every day is too troublesome."
Kevin's gaze involuntarily fell on Vanessa's chest. He remembered tasting her milk in the cinema bathroom. It hadn't tasted as good as he had imagined, a bit fishy, but the experience was thrilling. Though the milk wasn't great, the container was incredibly tempting.
"What are you looking at?" Vanessa teased, biting her lip. "Want to taste it? It won't be available in a few days." She slowly pulled down her black tank top from her shoulder, revealing a purple bra underneath. Her firm, round white breasts were tightly packed, creating a deep cleavage. The air seemed to fill with a faint scent of milk.
Kevin swallowed hard. Vanessa knew men's weaknesses better than Alissa, Grace, or Audrey. She understood how to tease men, especially those she had already been intimate with. She knew that stripping naked and begging for sex would quickly kill the mood. No matter how good the meat was, eating it every day would eventually become tiresome.
Only by teasing and revealing just enough could she keep a man fantasizing. The art of playing hard to get, combining reality and illusion, was what distinguished a flirtatious woman from a streetwalker.
Vanessa's eyes were filled with seductive charm as she leaned back on the sofa, slowly pulling down one side of her bra to reveal a white, swollen breast. Her slender fingers caressed the smooth skin as she moaned softly, "My breasts are so full, Kevin. Help your teacher relieve some pressure. I can't take it anymore."
Seeing the half-naked housewife sprawled seductively, her eyes filled with desire, and the wedding photo above the sofa, Kevin felt an intense inner conflict. His body longed to ravage this seductive woman, but his mind warned him against getting entangled with her. He knew there were no free lunches, and Vanessa wouldn't be trying to win him over without a reason. Any advantage he took now would eventually come at a cost.
"Mrs. Jones, this doesn't seem appropriate. It's getting late; I should go," Kevin said, gritting his teeth and forcing his eyes away from Vanessa's full, milk-filled breast. He quickly headed for the door, fearing he would lose control if he stayed any longer.
Vanessa frowned. Her usual tricks had failed. Kevin was as slippery as an eel, impossible to grasp. She couldn't let him slip away.
"Oh..." Vanessa suddenly feigned pain, clutching her abdomen and moaning softly.
Kevin stopped and turned back, concerned. "Mrs. Jones, are you alright?"
"I'm fine, just a bit of stomach pain. My husband used to help me massage it, but he's not here," Vanessa said, biting her lip and frowning. "It's okay, I'll manage."
Seeing Vanessa's pale face and sweat on her forehead, Kevin hesitated before walking back to the sofa. "Mrs. Jones, let me help you."
"Thank you, Kevin," Vanessa said, lying back on the sofa and lifting her tank top to reveal her flat, firm abdomen. She smirked inwardly, knowing that once Kevin touched her, he wouldn't be able to leave.
Kevin's hand gently massaged Vanessa's soft, warm abdomen, feeling her smooth skin. He couldn't help but feel aroused. "Mrs. Jones, is this better?"
"Much better," Vanessa said seductively, "Kevin, move your hand a bit lower."
Kevin's hand moved down to the edge of her shorts. "Here?"
"Lower, silly," Vanessa said, grabbing his hand and guiding it into her shorts. Kevin's fingers brushed against her pubic hair, already damp. Realizing he had fallen into Vanessa's trap again, he couldn't bring himself to pull away. His erection strained against his shorts.
"Yes, right there. A bit lower, and press harder," Vanessa's voice was soft and inviting, fueling Kevin's desire.
Kevin's fingers explored the intimate area, soon finding her swollen mound. He began to rub through her panties, listening to Vanessa's soft moans. His mouth went dry, and despite his efforts to control himself, his hand moved instinctively, his self-control weakening.
The living room was filled with an intoxicating atmosphere when suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Kevin jumped, quickly pulling his hand from Vanessa's shorts, fearing her husband Andrew had returned. Vanessa's face also changed. She quickly stood, adjusted her bra and tank top, and pushed the bewildered Kevin into the bedroom, telling him to hide in the closet and stay quiet. She then took a deep breath and opened the door.
Standing outside was a man in his thirties, balding, with triangular eyes, a scruffy beard, and yellow teeth. He smiled lewdly at Vanessa. "Mrs. Jones, do you have any cream? I need some for my cake."
"Why don't you have anything at home?" Vanessa frowned. The man, Adrian, worked at the railway bureau and lived across from her. Since she moved in, he often found excuses to come over.
Initially, Vanessa was polite, thinking it was good to be neighborly. But Adrian always lingered, chatting and staring at her inappropriately. Her attitude had since cooled.
"Just this once, please," Adrian pleaded with a grin.
"Fine, wait here. I'll get it for you," Vanessa said, eager to get back to Kevin. She went to the kitchen, grabbed the cream, and returned to find Adrian had entered the living room and sat on the sofa. She scowled, "I told you to wait outside. Get out."
Vanessa slapped the cream on the coffee table and opened the door. "Adrian, get out. I don't want to see you."
"What's the big deal?" Adrian grumbled, grabbing the cream and reluctantly heading out. "I'll bring the bottle back later."
"Keep it," Vanessa snapped, slamming the iron door shut. She felt her mood souring, wishing she could squash Adrian like an annoying fly. Remembering Kevin was still hiding, she quickly went to the bedroom and opened the closet, finding Kevin cramped inside. She couldn't help but laugh. "Come on out, it's safe now."
Kevin emerged, sweating and red-faced. "Mrs. Jones, who was that?"
"Just the disgusting neighbor," Vanessa fumed, thinking of Adrian made her blood boil. He was always causing trouble, and she suspected him of stealing her underwear, though she had no proof. Her eyes flashed with anger. "Kevin, can you help me teach that old pervert a lesson?"
"Sure," Kevin said, amused by someone daring to mess with Vanessa. She was beautiful but as cunning as a snake. Even Quentin had suffered at her hands. This guy was in for a rough time.
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