My Accidental Harem-Chapter 163

Mia was still in the red dress she wore earlier, highlighting her fair skin. Her arms hung gracefully, and the dress hugged her ample firm breasts, showing off an enticing curve. Her slim waist and long legs added to her allure, but her beautiful face was cold and distant, making her even more desirable.

Kevin stared at the school’s most stunning and sexy teacher, feeling a lump in his throat. Thoughts of his voluptuous homeroom teacher Camila, the seductive Evelyn, or the elegant Daisy Jones faded away, leaving only Mia in his mind. Though they were just a few feet apart, it felt like an impossible distance.

Mia took a few steps forward and said coldly, "Why are you here? I told you I won’t be involved in your business anymore. Go home. I need some rest." Her words were icy, but she didn’t move, as if waiting for Kevin to explain. novelbuddy-cσ๓

Kevin hesitated, realizing Mia thought he was there to seek her out. He considered apologizing, hoping she might forgive him. But then he remembered Evelyn and Camila. Was he really supposed to cut ties with both of them? Mia wasn’t the type to sleep with just anyone: she wanted him to change, not to have sex with him. Wouldn’t that be a waste of effort?

With that thought, Kevin made up his mind. Camila was almost completely submissive to him, letting him do whatever he wanted, and Evelyn was a seductive, mature woman eager for his attention. This was a situation many adults envied. Why should he give up his sexual happiness for Mia? He nodded at Mia with a calm expression. "Mia Wilson, I understand. I won’t bother you anymore. I should go home, too." With that, he turned and walked away without hesitation.

Kevin’s sudden departure took Mia by surprise. Watching him walk away, she wanted to call him back, but the words stuck in her throat. She could only watch as Kevin disappeared into the twilight, feeling a pang of regret. She wondered if she had been too harsh.

That afternoon, Mia spent hours in her office thinking about Kevin but found no clear answers. She understood that teenagers were curious and impulsive about sex, but engaging in sexual behavior with Kevin was irrational. Knowing Kevin had sexual fantasies about her made Mia uncomfortable. She wanted to guide his thoughts back to his studies. Her efforts seemed successful until she discovered that Kevin had gotten involved with another woman soon after their talk.

Thinking about the lewd scene she had witnessed on the neighboring balcony at noon made Mia blush and her heart race. Even with her husband, she had never done anything so outrageous. Mia and her husband always made love with the lights off and never dared to be naked outdoors.

Mia cursed the shameless woman who had seduced Kevin but felt helpless. Once a young man like Kevin experienced the pleasures of sex, it was hard to break free from its grip. No matter how hard she tried, he wouldn’t listen.

Unless... A wild thought crossed Mia’s mind, but she quickly dismissed it, scolding herself for being shameless. Yet, the idea lingered, refusing to go away. Finally, Mia decided that if Kevin sincerely apologized and promised to stop seeing that woman, she might consider agreeing to some of his less extreme demands, like helping him masturbate.

When she saw Kevin standing at her door earlier, Mia was actually pleased, thinking he had come to apologize. She had put on a cold front to make him realize the seriousness of his actions. But when Kevin walked away, it wasn’t what she had intended. Her pride as a woman and a teacher wouldn’t allow her to beg Kevin. Feeling misunderstood, Mia bit her lip and turned into the alley.

Maybe she shouldn’t have been so concerned about Kevin. Despite the age gap, she was a married woman whose husband was away. Kevin was a young, passionate boy who admired her. She should keep her distance, or she would trap herself.

Mia carefully walked through the dark alley toward her home. As she reached her door and took out her key, she heard a noise behind her. She called out cautiously, "Who’s there?" Suddenly, a shadow sprang from the corner and grabbed her. One hand covered her mouth while the other groped her breast through her clothes. Mia was terrified, struggling fiercely, and thought she had encountered the recent serial attacker.

Recalling the rumors she had heard from her colleagues, Mia panicked. She shook her head violently and managed to bite the assailant’s hand. The man yelped in pain and released her. Mia quickly pulled down his mask and froze in shock when she saw it was Quentin Rodriguez.

Could Quentin Rodriguez be the notorious attacker? Mia was incredulous. "Quentin, are you crazy? This is illegal. You need to turn yourself in. The police are after you. You can’t escape." Quentin, now recognized, showed no fear. Instead, he grinned. "Mia, don’t be scared. Your husband’s not here. Let’s have some fun. I promise you won’t miss him anymore." He reached out to grab her again.

Quentin had been stewing over the slap Mia had given him, feeling increasingly resentful. He had never been treated so badly by a woman. Daisy Jones and Natalie Gomez were understandable, but Mia, an ordinary teacher, dared to disrespect him. Inspired by the recent serial attacker, he had donned a mask to scare Mia into submission. But he hadn’t anticipated her fierce resistance.

Mia stepped back, her face resolute. "Quentin, if you touch me again, I’ll scream. I can charge you with attempted rape for what you’ve done. I’m not the kind of woman you think I am." Quentin Rodriguez paused and saw Mia’s determined look. He didn’t dare push his luck: if he went too far, he could end up in jail instead of getting what he wanted. Deciding to back off for now, he sneered. "Mia. I’ve never failed to get the woman I want. Don’t think Principal Zach Jackson can protect you. He’s just a principal, my uncle is the deputy director of the education bureau. Sooner or later, I’ll have you." With that, he swaggered away.

Mia felt a sinking feeling in her heart. She hadn’t expected Quentin to threaten her so openly, and there was nothing she could do. Unless she quit, she couldn’t escape his harassment even if she left the school.

Suddenly, the door next door opened, and Christopher Miller peeked out, looking concerned. "Mia, are you alright? It’s been pretty unsafe around here lately. Why don’t you come over to my place for a bit? My wife is on the night shift."

Mia shot Christopher a cold glance. She knew he had heard the commotion but had been too scared to come out. Now, he was trying to act friendly. Feeling a wave of disgust, she replied, "I’m fine." Without another word, she turned and went into her house.

Christopher looked a bit embarrassed. He knew that if he had come out to play the hero, Mia might have looked at him differently, maybe even fallen for him. But he didn’t have the guts. Who knew if the attacker had a weapon? Getting stabbed wouldn’t be worth it.

Mia took a shower, changed her clothes, and lay in bed with a troubled mind. Quentin Rodriguez had been harassing her for a while, and she had tolerated it as long as it wasn’t too excessive. But now Quentin was losing patience, and there were rumors he might become the head of the teaching and research office. That would make it even easier for him to make her life difficult. She had been at the school for several years without a promotion and hoped to get one this year. But with limited positions and many competitors, it was already tough. If Quentin deliberately blocked her promotion, it would be even harder. Should she seek help from Principal Zach Jackson?

A struggle flickered across Mia’s face. It seemed that only the principal could help her escape Quentin’s harassment.

Kevin returned home to find his mother, Rachel Harris, mending a pair of pants. A pile of small change was on the table. Rachel had worked at a factory in the city, but it had closed down, leaving her unemployed. For the past few years, she had been working as a sales clerk at a clothing store and taking on sewing jobs at night to support Kevin’s education.

Seeing the few strands of white hair on his mother’s head, Kevin felt a pang of guilt. He walked over, began massaging her shoulders, and spoke tenderly. "Mom, it’s so late. Why don’t you sleep?"

Rachel turned and smiled at Kevin. "It’s alright. I have a few more to finish. How was school today?"

Thinking about how he had claimed to devote himself to schoolwork but had instead had sex with both Evelyn and Camila, Kevin blushed slightly. "It was fine. Mom, you need to take care of yourself and don’t work too hard."

"That’s good." Rachel put down the pants and stood up to look at her son, who was now a head taller than her. "Kevin, as long as you study hard and get into a good college, all my hard work will be worth it."

Kevin looked at his mother’s somewhat haggard face and her simple worn clothes, feeling a deep sense of discomfort. Rachel had been a beauty in her day-not as dazzling as Daisy Jones or as charming as Evelyn, but she had her own charm. After Kevin’s father passed away, life had been tough. Many men had pursued Rachel, but she had refused them all for Kevin’s sake and carried the burden of the family alone. The hardships had aged her prematurely.

"Mom, when I start earning money, I won’t let you suffer anymore." Kevin suddenly hugged his mother tightly, his voice choked with emotion. He knew he had to study hard and get into college, determined not to waste his life on foolish things.

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