Extra: Yandere Milfs Obsessed with me!-Chapter 141: Private lesson with the cold milf

The next morning, Kaiser did not show up for the elementary magic class.

Seraphina entered the classroom as usual. Even before placing her grimoire on the platform, she quickly scanned the rows of students. Immediately, she noticed that the seat in the last row, near the window, was empty.

"Perfect..."

A very slight relaxation, almost a sigh of relief, passed over her features before disappearing, imperceptible to anyone who did not know her intimately.

Without comment, she delivered her lesson, and without the slightest interruption until the very end.

As she walked back down the silent corridor toward her private apartments, her mind inevitably returned to the brief meeting she had had with Daeron in his office.

"Private lessons for a student..." she had murmured after reading the sealed letter the director had given her. Her fingers had slightly tightened on the parchment. "And it had to fall on me. What a chore."

She had clicked her tongue, annoyed by this sudden situation.

"Fortunately it’s not a request from that mana-less human," she had added under her breath as she turned on her heels, preferring not to imagine such a possibility.

...

[1:55 p.m.]

*Knock. Knock. Knock*

Three firm knocks resounded at the door of her apartments. Seraphina, who was reading by the window, looked up from her grimoire. No longer having professional obligations, she had opted for a simple and comfortable outfit: a thin black dress, slightly transparent, that stopped just below the knees. She wore no structured undergarments; the tips of her breasts were faintly visible through the fabric, and their movements were free under the silk. A simple white thong completed the outfit.

"Who is it?"

She stood up, crossed the distance to the door, and opened it without thinking further.

Kaiser stood on the threshold, a mischievous and confident smile on his lips.

As soon as she recognized him, her face froze, then immediately tensed.

"Y-you?" The surprise in her voice quickly gave way to alertness. With a reflex motion, she tried to close the door.

But Kaiser had already advanced his foot, blocking the closure with casual ease. "You’re not really going to refuse the director’s official request, are you, Professor?" he said, his smile widening, tinged with provocative teasing.

She remained frozen for a second, mouth slightly open on a reply that did not come, then she closed her lips in a hard, pale line. Her dark gaze pierced him.

"So it was you, the mysterious student." Her voice had become icy again. "How long do you intend to bother me with your presence this time?"

Instead of answering, Kaiser let his gaze slowly travel over her silhouette, from her bare ankles up to her face. His smile took on a different nuance, more appreciative and insolent. "I must admit, Professor, that the view offered to me is particularly... pleasant..."

The words took a second to cross the barrier of her anger and find their meaning. When realization struck her, a wave of heat instantly rose to her cheeks. Without another word, red with confusion and rage, she pressed all her weight against the door, succeeding this time in slamming it violently, Kaiser’s nose saved at the last moment by his withdrawal.

On the other side, Kaiser’s smile did not fade. He remained still for a moment, then raised his hand to knock again, the director’s letter of recommendation still in his hand.

Kaiser knocked again at the door, but no sound answered him. After a moment of waiting, he decided to slowly turn the handle and enter the room.

"I’ll allow myself to come in," he announced as he crossed the threshold.

The vast and luxurious room welcomed him. Ornate furniture in elven yew wood stood out against the walls. Deep blue hangings hung heavily at the windows. Under his feet lay a carpet with complex patterns. On the main wall, a series of imposing portraits depicted mages in ceremonial robes, surely elementary mages.

As he examined a figure representing a summoner, the adjacent door opened. Seraphina appeared, her face closed. Her frustration was palpable, tinting each of her gestures with stiff coldness.

"You enter a woman’s home uninvited," she said in a cutting voice. "Didn’t your family teach you good manners?"

Kaiser turned around. She had changed outfits and now wore a more sober dress with long sleeves and a high collar that concealed the curves previously exposed.

"What would you say to teaching me good manners at the same time as elementary magic?" he proposed, a charming smile on his lips.

"It’s already difficult enough for you to grasp the essence of an elementary magic class. I can hardly see you assimilating both at once," she retorted with disdain. After a deliberately heavy silence, she added: "Fine... shall we begin?"

Kaiser nodded and took the seat she indicated. Seraphina sat opposite him and began her exposition. She described the four main forms of elementary magic. Then the hierarchy of spirits and how a mage could, over the course of their mastery and according to their affinities, contract with several of them. She mentioned, not without a certain contained pride, her own bond with a high-rank Naiad.

Three hours passed. Several times, Kaiser asked questions that had already been clarified, showing difficulty in integrating the basic principles. Seraphina eventually lost patience.

"Are you really trying to annoy me?" she exclaimed, frowning. She placed a hand on her forehead, looking exasperated. "I should never have accepted the director’s request."

Kaiser, imperturbable, let his gaze wander over her outfit. "It would have been better if you were dressed as before."

The remark caught Seraphina off guard. A flash of surprise crossed her gaze before she replied in a lower voice: "I am a married woman."

"That is something I am perfectly aware of. But what do you expect me to do about it? It is impossible for me to resist a woman like you." He then rose from the desk where he had been sitting and stood in front of her, only a few centimeters away.

Kaiser knew Seraphina’s character well, just as he knew Adrian’s hatred for his brother Julius; her husband harbored hatred toward his own brother for the position of patriarch. She was therefore nothing more than a political pawn, married to a power-hungry man who ignored her; he had never even touched her in twenty-five years of marriage.

"I am capable of satisfying you as you have never been satisfied," he murmured, the words barely audible.

Seraphina let out a brief, dry laugh. She looked down at him with arrogance tinged with contempt. "I can hardly see how a human incapable of using magic could manage that."

Kaiser’s smile widened. He brought his face closer to hers until their breaths mingled. "I’ve heard that elves have a... rather exaggerated libido," he said in a calm voice, while beginning to gently caress the curve of her hip through the fabric of her dress.

A few tense, silent minutes passed, broken only by the light rustle of fabric. Then a slight moan escaped Seraphina’s lips.

Kaiser took the opportunity to move even closer and pressed his lips to hers, then kissed her. The tension between them rose, when suddenly...

Seraphina started and pushed him away with sudden haste. "This... this is inappropriate, Kaiser! I am a married woman!" she stammered, averting her eyes. "It’s getting late. You should go home."

Kaiser looked at her for a moment, amused. Understanding that she did not wish to continue, Kaiser nodded without insisting. He bowed slightly. "Thank you for the lesson, Professor."

With those words, he left the room.

Once in the corridor, he slipped his hands into his pockets and walked at a leisurely pace, thinking back on the events of the evening. Arriving in front of a large window overlooking the gardens, he stopped to contemplate the darkened sky, where the first stars were beginning to appear.

"It really is getting late," he murmured to himself, a satisfied smile on his lips. "I should head back."