My Accidental Harem-Chapter 138

Zoey, with tears in her eyes and a pale face, was clearly frightened. She instinctively shook her head and said, "Kevin, thank you."

"As long as you’re okay," Kevin looked her over, seeing that her school uniform was intact. He guessed the hooligans hadn’t dared to do anything more than talk dirty.

"Let’s go. I’ll walk you home." Zoey Jackson nodded and took a few steps with Kevin before stopping and bursting into tears. She had twisted her ankle during the struggle so she couldn’t walk.

"What should we do? I don’t have a bike to carry you." Kevin appeared troubled as he looked around but found no one else. After a moment of hesitation, he said, "How about I carry you on my back?" Kevin wasn’t trying to take advantage of Zoey, he just wanted to get her home quickly. Who knew if those hooligans would come back? Kevin didn’t fear them but didn’t want unnecessary complications.

Zoey blushed, looking at Kevin with some embarrassment before shyly nodding.

Kevin squatted down to let Zoey climb onto his back. He strode forward, her hands gripping his shoulders while he held her legs.

Though Zoey was tall, she was slender, which made her light to carry. Kevin thought that if one day Camila ever asked him to carry her on his back, he might not be able to manage. Her large buttocks and full breasts added several pounds to her, but what man would refuse such a favor? It would be too easy to take advantage of her in that situation.

Kevin was unavoidably taking advantage now. Although he had no intention, his hands holding her legs through her school uniform couldn’t help but slide upwards due to her slippery legs. So he had no choice but to support her buttocks.

Zoey’s buttocks, though not as fleshy as Camila’s, were soft and had their charm. Kevin worried she might misunderstand him, so he coughed and said, "Hold on tighter, or you’ll keep slipping."

Zoey murmured in agreement, her face flushed with nervousness. This was her first time to be so close to a boy. Lying on Kevin’s back, she didn’t dare lean fully against him, knowing her breasts would press against him. She tried to keep her body up, holding onto Kevin’s collar for balance.

But this put her full weight on Kevin’s hands and made her slip. When Kevin’s hand touched her buttocks, Zoey’s breath almost stopped. For a girl, the buttocks were as sensitive as the breasts. Allowing a boy to touch her buttocks was almost as intimate as letting him touch her breasts. Zoey felt Kevin’s hands on her buttocks like two hot pans, heating her from between her legs to her entire body, making her feel weak. She thought, ’Oh my God, how did this happen?’ She instinctively wriggled, but this only caused her buttocks to fall more firmly into Kevin’s grasp. If a man was watching them, he might find Zoey was willingly offering her buttocks to Kevin’s hands.

Hearing Kevin’s words, Zoey’s face flushed. She didn’t want him to think she was an easy girl, so she quickly grabbed onto his collar with all her strength. However, as a girl, she was not strong enough, and her awkward position made it hard to hold on tightly. Despite Kevin’s efforts to push her up, Zoey kept sliding down, causing her buttocks to come into intimate contact with Kevin’s hands continually.

Feeling a strange sensation in her inner thighs, Zoey bit her lip and decided to wrap her arms around Kevin’s neck, pressing her upper body tightly against his broad back. This way, her tender breasts had their first intimate contact with Kevin’s body. It was a reluctant choice, but she preferred this over having her buttocks in his hands.

Even so, Zoey could still feel the heat from Kevin’s back through the thin fabric, transferring to her most sensitive nipples. It was a strange feeling, which made her both uneasy and excited, and something she had never experienced before. As Kevin walked, Zoey’s breasts were clashing against his back, sometimes lightly and sometimes heavily, as if being kneaded by invisible hands and teasing her.

In her sixteen years of life, Zoey had never had such a wonderful and novel experience. Her youthful body, untouched by anyone, was left a mark by a man, which inadvertently opened her heart and made Kevin the first guest in this mysterious palace.

Kevin, on the other hand, was not thinking as much as Zoey. He just felt the girl on his back getting heavier, her breathing more rapid, and her body constantly wriggling. He thought she might need to use the bathroom, so he quickened his pace and soon brought Zoey to her doorstep.

Zoey lived near the government offices in a neighborhood of three-story houses surrounded by lush trees and an elegant neighborhood. Kevin looked enviously at her home, knowing that Zoey’s grandfather was a retired federal leader, giving her access to many helps. He wondered if Mike Adams’s pursuit of Zoey had his father’s backing.

As Zoey got off Kevin’s back, she felt a moment of reluctance. She looked at Kevin and hesitated before saying, "Thank you, Kevin. Why don’t you come in and take a rest?"

Kevin wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile, "Thank you but no. It’s getting late. Maybe next time." He then turned and walked away. He didn’t want to get too close to Zoey, as it would be hard to explain to Mike Adams, his good friend.

Watching Kevin’s departing figure, Zoey felt a twinge of resentment. She had never invited a boy from her class to her home, and Kevin had refused without hesitation. She thought, ’Does he really have no interest in me?’

Zoey, deep in thought, walked to a nearby house, took out her key, changed her shoes, and entered the living room. A mature and elegant middle-aged woman came down the stairs and said with a soft smile, "You’re back, Zoey." The woman, around forty, wore a purple silk nightgown that highlighted her voluptuous figure. Her legs were smooth and fair, and her fleshy breasts, without a bra, lightly bounced, revealing tantalizing hints of red nipples like cherries.

Zoey looked up and said with a sweet smile, "Mom, I’m home." She walked over and snuggled into her mother’s embrace.

This woman was Zoey’s mother, rose, the deputy head of a dance troupe. She was very beautiful and could be easily recognized as Zoey’s mother. Rose stroked Zoey’s head and said with a smile, "Who was that boy who brought you back? Why didn’t you invite him in? That’s rude." freeωebnovēl.c૦m

"I did, but he rejected me," Zoey replied, a bit annoyed.

Rose looked surprised. Her spoiled and prideful daughter had never shown such warmth to any boy in her class, but she had been rejected. Curious, she wondered about who the boy was so that even her daughter couldn’t impress him.

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