My Accidental Harem-Chapter 143

"Thank you, Kevin."

Mia gave Kevin a grateful smile. If it weren’t for his quick thinking, she wouldn’t have known how to get rid of Quentin Rodriguez. Quentin had a relative in the education bureau and was rumored to be angling for the position of head of the English department. Mia didn’t want to completely fall out with him unless necessary, as it wouldn’t benefit her in any way.

Seeing Mia’s alluring smile at him for the first time, Kevin felt his bones turn to jelly. He was immensely grateful to Quentin Rodriguez: with his appearance, Kevin would have had the chance to earn Mia’s gratitude.

"Ms. Wilson, what happened to your shoe?" Kevin pointed to the high heel with a broken heel on the ground. "Would you like me to get it fixed for you?"

Mia hesitated. She didn’t usually accept help from others, but since Kevin had helped her get rid of Quentin Rodriguez, it was hard to refuse him now. After thinking for a moment, she asked, "Where will you get it fixed, and how long will it take?"

Kevin didn’t know how long it would take, but he didn’t want to miss this opportunity to get attached to Mia. He promptly said, "Ms. Wilson, wait here for a moment. I’ll be right back." Without waiting for her response, he ran towards the school.

Kevin reached the school gate and saw a middle school boy riding a bicycle. He quickly pulled the boy off and said, "I need to borrow your bike. I’m Kevin. You can find me in class 57 tomorrow." With that, he rode off quickly and returned to Mia in no time. "Ms. Wilson, hop on. I’ll take you to get your shoe fixed. Once it’s done, you can go straight home."

Mia thought for a moment and realized this was her best option. She picked up her broken high heel and sat on the back of the bicycle, grabbing onto Kevin’s school uniform as he pedaled them towards a shoe repair stall.

Onlookers were curious and envious when seeing a student like Kevin riding a bicycle with a sensually dressed beautiful woman. Some even whistled.

Mia’s face flushed. It was her first time being carried on a bicycle by a man, which made her nervous and afraid of falling. She held one shoe in her hand and couldn’t wrap her other arm around Kevin’s waist, as that would be too intimate. As a result, her body swayed and her fleshy chest occasionally pressed against Kevin’s back to maintain balance.

Kevin, feeling Mia’s breasts pressing against his back, got so excited he wanted to shout. His penis gradually erected, and the bike seat made him uncomfortable. He had to lift his butt slightly, pressing even closer to Mia’s chest. As he pedaled, his erect penis rubbed against the seat, and the sensation from behind was so enticing that he finally ejaculated.

Mia had no idea that Kevin had ejaculated due to the stimulation of her voluptuous body. Initially, she felt shy about her chest pressing against his back and tried to keep her distance. But the more she tried, the more intense the next contact became. Eventually, she gave up and let her chest rest against his broad back, telling herself that another close touch wouldn’t hurt. Kevin was just a student, and she could handle any thoughts he might have before it became a problem. She didn’t realize that this mindset would gradually let Kevin get closer, leading to a point of no return.

After ejaculating, Kevin regained his senses, feeling a cool breeze in his crotch. He was surprised; usually, it took him over half an hour of masturbation to ejaculate, and even with Camila, the shortest time was five to six minutes. Yet, just a few touches from Mia’s breasts had made him cum, which was a strong demonstration of her allure.

After riding for a while, Kevin finally spotted a bike repair stall. Reluctantly, he stopped the bike to help Mia to tiptoe to the stall, seated her on a small stool, and thoughtfully placed another stool under her foot.

The repairman, a man in his fifties with graying hair, examined the high heel and said, "I can only glue this together. It’ll be two dollars. Would you accept it?"

"Yes." Mia replied with a smile, placing her stocking-clad leg on the stool and gently massaging it. She had been standing for a long time, and her legs went sore and numb, which made it difficult to walk.

Kevin couldn’t take his eyes off Mia’s legs, which were wrapped in black stockings. His lips went dry. Camila rarely wore skirts or socks, but Mia’s long, white legs were perfectly proportioned, making her look incredibly sexy in these black stockings. Her small, delicate feet could manipulate any man into holding and playing with them.

Even the repairman was distracted, frequently stealing glances at Mia’s legs. Kevin, annoyed, muttered, "Sir, please focus. We need to get home."

The repairman blushed and quickly resumed his work, thinking to himself how beautiful this woman was, who had legs like a movie star. If he could spend a night with her, his life would be complete. But he knew it was just a fantasy; he was not rich, and even the janitors looked down on him, let alone such a beauty.

Mia didn’t mind it, smiling at Kevin. She dressed fashionably and sensually for others to see, as long as they didn’t touch her. She could accept the attention as long as there was no physical contact.

When the older man stared at her, Mia felt more stimulated than usual, as if her father were watching her. She was conflicted, though, finding it both absurd and pleasant.

"Take your time, sir," Mia said softly, smiling and subtly extending her long shapely leg towards him. The repairman could easily see Mia’s sexy legs without even lifting his head. His gaze instinctively traveled from her feet, up her calves, to her thighs, and then he froze, his mouth going dry. Mia had one leg propped on the stool, leaving a wide gap between her thighs. From his angle, he could see a dark patch at the base of her thighs and the outline of her plump labia through her stockings.

He couldn’t help but think, ’Is this beautiful woman going commando?’ Times had certainly changed, women never dressed like this in the past. He wished himself younger.

Instinctively, the repairman leaned forward to get a clearer view. Unfortunately, it was getting dark, and he would need to peer over to Mia’s thighs to see if she was going commando. After a while, finding his vision blurry, he reluctantly averted his gaze and continued repairing the shoe.

Of course, Mia was wearing underwear, a small and thin black lace thong that created the illusion of nothing under her dress. She liked this ambiguous effect. Normally, she wouldn’t be so bold at school, but today was an exception. She figured she wouldn’t encounter this repairman again, so she allowed herself this small indulgence.

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