My Accidental Harem-Chapter 196

Kevin sighed helplessly and left the girls’ restroom. At the entrance to the boys’ restroom, he ran into Mike Adams. Mike asked curiously, "What are you still doing here?" frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Kevin forced a smile and said, "Just waiting for you so we can go back to class together." He put his arm around Mike’s shoulders and walked towards the classroom, still feeling the semen dripping from the tip of his glans into his pants. Vanessa was indeed too wild. Kevin slumped into his seat, his mind racing. Vanessa had asked him to meet her in the garden that evening, and he felt torn. On one hand, this seductive teacher had an irresistible allure. On the other, he hated himself for being tempted by someone he considered so shameless. Sure, he had enjoyed the blowjob from Vanessa, but thinking about her doing the same for other men made him feel sick.

He needed to distance himself from her. If Mia was like a delicious honey cake attracting bees, then Vanessa was a piece of fatty meat covered in flies. Kevin liked fatty meat but had no interest in associating with flies, nor did he want to become one of them.

But now, this piece of fatty meat was stuck to him, and he couldn’t shake it off.

The third period was English class. As soon as the bell rang, Camila appeared at the door of Class 57. Her authoritative gaze silenced the classroom immediately. Class monitor Ivan Simmons quickly stood up and shouted, "Class begins!" All the students stood up and said in unison, "Good morning, Mrs. Cortez."

"Good morning, everyone. Please take your seats," Camila said as she walked to the podium and set down her textbook. Her eyes were still a bit red. She glanced at Kevin, who was sitting upright, and felt a sudden pang of emotion. Their relationship could never be accepted by anyone. Even if Mia could understand and support her, what would it matter? If their affair was exposed, would she have the courage to face her students? But she greatly enjoyed being with Kevin. It wasn’t just because his cock was longer and thicker, but because he was always full of youthful passion and intensity. Every time he thrust into her, it felt like he wanted to pierce through her body, which made Camila feel a deep sense of pride as a woman.

And every time after sex, when Kevin lay on her big white breasts, panting heavily like a child nestled against his mother, it gave Camila a sense of maternal satisfaction. She even felt that there was nothing wrong with making love to her students. She was helping Kevin grow in a different way; if his sexual urges weren’t properly guided and released, it might affect his studies or even lead him down a path of crime.

Such things were not unheard of. A few years ago, a top student in middle school, curious about sex, went to the girls’ restroom to peep. He was caught by a female teacher who scolded him as a pervert. The boy lost his temper, strangled the teacher, and raped her body. The incident shocked everyone, but there was also a sense of regret for the boy. He was only a month away from graduation, but his bright future was destroyed in a moment of impulse.

Camila thought that if the boy’s teacher had noticed his issues and guided him appropriately, the tragedy might have been avoided. But sex education in schools was still limited to basic health classes, which couldn’t address each student’s psychological needs. Parents only cared about grades and neglected their children’s physical and mental growth. When problems arose, they blamed the schools and teachers.

Camila knew she was overly fond of Kevin. To maintain her authority as a teacher, she never tolerated any provocative behavior from students. Any boy daring to peek at her or show any lewd thoughts would be severely punished as an example to others. She wasn’t as gentle as Mia or as flirtatious as Vanessa Wood. But with Kevin, she was very lenient. When he accidentally hugged her that day, instead of scolding him, she felt a surge of desire, which led to her eventual downfall.

Afterward, Camila reflected on her actions and wanted to stop, but it was too late. Her desires had conquered her.

For a stern woman, she had never enjoyed the passionate pursuit of other men. Her marriage was bland and lacked passion, like a stagnant pond. She devoted most of her time and energy to work. Kevin was like a torch in her dull life, illuminating her otherwise dark existence.

When Kevin’s hot, hard cock first entered her, Camila felt alive again. She was grateful to Kevin, so despite her displeasure at his excessive actions, she always indulged him. Yesterday, she deliberately ignored Kevin, but inside, she was anxious, fearing he would no longer care for her.

Mia couldn’t understand these feelings. Sometimes, Camila felt jealous of the young, beautiful teacher. Mia’s stunning looks and sexy figure always attracted countless admirers. Despite her cold and aloof demeanor, she never lacked suitors. Mia had enough confidence to face Kevin without easily falling for him. Even Vanessa Wood, whom Camila despised, had a psychological advantage over Kevin and never treated him with the same cautiousness and humility as Camila did. As long as a woman was beautiful and sexy, no matter how bad her temper was, men would tolerate it; no matter how many flaws they had, men would accept them.

Though Mia joked about taking Kevin away from her, Camila felt an invisible pressure. Compared to the radiant Mia, she had nothing to offer. In terms of age, looks, figure, demeanor, and education, Mia surpassed her. Not just Kevin, but any man in the school or even beyond would find it hard to resist Mia’s allure if she decided to seduce them. Mia could easily compete with any celebrity in the looks department. In a big city, she might blend in with the crowd of beautiful women, but in our small school, she was a standout.

Kevin glanced at Camila, who stood dignified and composed at the podium. He couldn’t help but compare her to the other women he had been with. Camila was the most ordinary-looking among them. Evelyn Allen and Vanessa were both stunning and could easily outshine Camila. But even they couldn’t hold a candle to the breathtaking Mia.

Mia was gorgeous without being flashy or vulgar. Vanessa, despite her great looks and figure, had a bit of a tawdry vibe that made her seem less appealing next to Mia. Men would think of exploiting Vanessa rather than genuinely admiring her.

Evelyn Allen, with her petite charm, seductive figure, and smooth, fair skin, was every man’s dream in bed, but her personality was too delicate.

Despite all this, Kevin felt closest to his class teacher, Camila. She often appeared serious and stern, bossing him around, but he knew deep down that besides his mom, Rachel, the person who cared most about him was Camila.

Kevin remembered how, last semester, when his English grades dropped, it wasn’t the substitute teacher who noticed first but Camila. She got anxious, chased down the English teacher to find out why, and even set up tutoring sessions for him during winter break, which totally ruined his vacation mood. But later, he realized Camila genuinely cared for him. That’s why Ivan Simmons, the class monitor, always felt like the teacher favored Kevin over him.

At first, Kevin was a bit resentful of Camila for ignoring him the previous day. But thinking about her meticulous care and strict demands, all for his benefit, his dissatisfaction faded. Despite his rebellious nature, Kevin wasn’t ungrateful. He knew who genuinely cared for him.

Even though Camila was strict and serious, her English class was the students’ favorite. It was a model course often observed by teachers from other schools.

Camila could deliver a full lesson effortlessly, even without the textbook. For her, the textbook contents were second nature. Her task was to ignite the students’ desire for knowledge, subtly sharing her years of experience and techniques. Seeing the engrossed young faces filled Camila with immense satisfaction and pride in being a teacher.

The class soon ended. Camila closed her textbook, glanced at Kevin, and then walked out of the classroom. Although Mia said she would talk to Kevin, Camila wasn’t sure if he would understand her good intentions. If Kevin distanced himself from her, Camila didn’t know what she would do. She couldn’t shamelessly beg him to sleep with her again. No matter how desperate she was, she couldn’t stoop that low.

As Camila walked towards the office building in her high heels, she suddenly heard hurried footsteps behind her. Turning around, she saw Kevin running towards her. Her heart fluttered, but she kept a calm exterior and frowned. "Kevin, what’s the rush?" Kevin quickly stopped, lowered his head in embarrassment, and said softly, "Mrs. Cortez, can I talk to you for a minute?"

"We can talk here," Camila said, maintaining her authoritative demeanor.

"Mrs. Cortez, I’d prefer to go to your office. It’s personal, and it’s not proper to discuss it here," Kevin said, glancing around at the passing teachers with a troubled expression.

Seeing Kevin, who was much taller than her, standing before her like a guilty student softened Camila’s heart. She nodded slightly and said, "Alright, follow me."

She turned and walked upstairs.

Kevin followed Camila, watching her large, round buttocks sway under her skirt. Compared to Vanessa Wood’s graceful, butterfly-like buttocks, Camila’s seemed more substantial and reliable. Every time he made love to her, no matter how hard he went at it, her big buttocks could always withstand his intense thrusts. When he got tired, he could rest on them for a moment. They had indeed served him well.

Thinking about the thrilling game he played with Vanessa earlier, Kevin wanted to crawl under Camila’s skirt and lick her big, white buttocks. But he knew Camila’s conservative nature; she wouldn’t accept such behavior. He could only wait for another opportunity. For now, he needed to seek her forgiveness.

Camila led Kevin to her office, sat down, and said calmly, "Alright, we’re alone now. Spill." She sat with a straight back and a composed face, trying to appear as natural as usual.

Kevin looked into Camila’s eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "Mrs. Cortez, I know I went too far in class yesterday and made you angry. I’ve thought a lot about it. I shouldn’t have joked around or been distracted. I know you care about me, both in my studies and my life. I didn’t appreciate your efforts. I’m really sorry and deserve any punishment."

"Alright, alright, I understand," Camila said, glaring at Kevin. His initial sincerity touched her, but as he continued, he ruined the moment, making her scold him again.

"Mrs. Cortez, please don’t be mad at me," Kevin said, relieved to see Camila’s usual demeanor. He knew her well; the calmer she acted, the angrier she was. Now that she was willing to scold him, it meant she had forgiven him. Smiling, he added, "You know, they say getting angry is bad for your health and women who often get angry age faster."

"You... you’ll be the death of me one day," Camila said, shaking her head helplessly and then pouting. She continued, "Maybe you think I’m old. Mia is young and beautiful, you can go to her. I won’t stop you."

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