My Accidental Harem-Chapter 177

"When I played my first piece successfully and heard the beautiful melody around me, I saw my mother’s gratified smile. At that moment, I realized her strictness was for this moment. I couldn’t help but think of our teachers, who, beneath their stern exteriors, have gentle hearts like mothers. Mothers are like teachers, and teachers are like mothers. I want to say to those who have silently loved me, I love you too."

Zoey finished reading the last part of her composition, stuck out her tongue, and sat down. Her deskmate leaned over and whispered, "Zoey, it’s so good. It almost made me cry." Her eyes were red, clearly moved by Zoey’s words.

"Stop it, you’re making me blush." Zoey smiled sweetly but couldn’t help glancing at Kevin sitting behind her. Kevin’s compositions had always been the best, and she had always felt competitive. This time, she had poured her heart into her writing and finally surpassed Kevin, earning Camila’s praise. She thought, "Kevin, you think you’re all mighty and proud because you write good compositions. Now I beat you this time. What do you have to be proud of?"

After Zoey sat down, Camila nodded and said, "After hearing Zoey’s composition, don’t you find it touching yet natural? This is what I often tell you about the skill beyond the poem. You must pay attention to the things around you and accumulate material to write with substance, not clichés or forced sentiments. Zoey’s composition is a good example of this."

The students listened attentively to Camila’s analysis, their faces showing thoughtful expressions. They loved Camila’s composition reviews, which were vivid, straightforward, and insightful, always providing great learning opportunities. This was why Class 57 had the best English scores in the school, and Camila’s reputation as a top teacher was well-deserved.

As Camila finished reviewing Zoey’s composition, she glanced at Kevin. In truth, Kevin’s composition was still the best this time. Zoey’s was good but lacked a certain natural flair, still constrained by technique. However, Camila wanted to curb Kevin’s arrogance and encourage Zoey, so she deliberately didn’t praise Kevin.

"Alright, there’s not much time left. I want you all to write a 500-word essay describing a memorable scene. Hand it in when you’re done." Camila said, assigning another task before stepping off the podium and slowly patrolling the aisles.

Checking on a few students she was particularly concerned about, Camila reached Kevin’s desk and saw him biting his pen, staring blankly at his paper with nothing written on it. She found it odd: it was normal for other students to struggle with ideas, but not Kevin.

She lightly tapped his desk to remind him to start writing.

Kevin looked up at Camila, then glanced around to see everyone else busily writing. He smiled and started writing effortlessly as if he had been organizing his thoughts.

Curious, Camila stood by and watched Kevin write. After a few lines, her breathing quickened, her face flushed, and her body trembled slightly. A wave of heat surged through her, reigniting her suppressed desires. She tried to maintain her composure, but her body betrayed her, reminding her of the complicated feelings she had for Kevin. Chapter 74 The Essay Was About Sleeping with My Teacher

The most unforgettable night of my life was with my English teacher, a classy woman with an amazing figure. She had curves in all the right places, with breasts as perky as a young girl’s and a round, firm butt. Every class, I couldn’t help but fantasize about being with her. I never thought it would actually happen.

One night, she asked me to help her with something. When I walked into her room, she had changed into an outfit that showed off her white thighs, almost like she was trying to seduce me. I got hard immediately and wanted to take her right then and there, but I was scared she’d get mad. The chance finally came when she accidentally sat on my lap while looking for some papers.

I hugged her, feeling her soft, smooth skin. I couldn’t hold back anymore: I wanted her. She was mad at first, but after I whispered sweet words, she let me undress her. I saw her private parts and felt like an explorer discovering a hidden paradise.

This jerk had written about their first sexual encounter in his essay. He was clearly mocking her. Camila was both ashamed and furious, wanting to tear Kevin’s essay to pieces. But seeing the other students focused on their work, she held back and glared at Kevin with clenched teeth. Her chest heaved, almost bursting out of her blouse.

Kevin kept writing, seemingly oblivious to the murderous aura coming from his mature homeroom teacher.

The scenery in the teacher’s "garden" was beautiful, with babbling brooks and fertile soil waiting for me to cultivate. I worked hard, leaving behind my sweat, while the teacher shed tears of excitement. The brook turned into a raging river almost drowning me. I drifted with the current, rising and falling while listening to the teacher’s melodious voice, as if in paradise. Finally, I sowed my precious seeds in the fertile soil and reluctantly left the teacher’s garden. Ah, this was the most unforgettable night of my life.

Camila watched Kevin write these provocative words, her face flushed with embarrassment. Her mind involuntarily drifted back to that scandalous night. Her long-neglected body had finally been satisfied by a man’s touch, her vagina filled by Kevin’s large cock. She had been fucked into ecstasy and felt like she was floating on clouds. Her legs trembled, and she gripped the edges of Kevin’s desk to steady herself, fearing she might embarrass herself in front of the class. This stern homeroom teacher was being turned on by her student in the middle of a lesson.

The other students were focused on their compositions, too scared to look up at Camila. They knew how strict and unforgiving she could be, and her presence alone kept them in line. No one noticed her unusual behavior.

Kevin finished his composition and looked up at Camila with a challenging smile. He had written it on a whim to tease her, but seeing her flushed face and trembling body, he realized she was turned on. The thought of his stern teacher becoming more passionate and sensitive under his influence excited him. Seeing his classmates engrossed in their writing, he boldly reached out to touch Camila’s smooth leg. Camila was shocked that Kevin dared to tease her in front of the class.

She didn’t move, her eyes scanning the room with authority, and said calmly. "Everyone, focus on your writing. No talking. If your composition isn’t good enough, you’ll have to rewrite it."

Her words made the students even more focused, fearing to be singled out by her.

Kevin’s hand roamed up Camila’s slender leg, reaching her smooth, white thigh. Today, Camila wore a rare skirt, revealing her legs and making it easier for Kevin.

Feeling Kevin’s hand on her thigh, Camila’s breathing quickened. She could have walked away, but Kevin’s touch made her body uncontrollably excited. Since the time Kevin had slept with her in front of her husband, Camila had discovered she enjoyed the thrill of secret, illicit encounters, which made it easier for her to reach orgasm.

Still. Camila was afraid of being discovered. She moved closer to Kevin and blocked his arm from view. This way, even if someone looked up, they would only see her back and not Kevin’s actions.

Seeing Camila not only allowed his behavior but also cooperated with him, Kevin grew bolder. His fingers moved up to her inner thigh. Lifted her panties, and rubbed her furry, plump labia. Feeling the wetness from her vagina, he slowly inserted a finger, found her clitoris, and gently rubbed it. After several sexual encounters with Camila, Kevin knew her body well and understood that her clitoris was one of her sensitive spots, like a switch to control her body.

Sure enough, as soon as Kevin touched her clitoris, Camila’s body trembled and she almost groaned. She bit her lip tightly, her legs tensing as waves of pleasure surged from her vagina, signaling an approaching orgasm. She wanted Kevin to stop but didn’t dare say a word.

The classroom was silent except for the sound of pens scratching on paper. No one suspected that a student was fingering their respected homeroom teacher. Kevin was getting better at teasing her, and Camila felt both ashamed and angry. Just a week ago. Kevin was an inexperienced guy who only knew how to thrust his big cock into her. Now, he had somehow learned how to really pleasure a woman. If he put the same effort into his studies, he might already be the top student in the class.

But Camila had become increasingly dependent on Kevin’s big cock. She had started changing her dressing habits and was becoming more lenient with Kevin’s excessive actions. She knew her looks were average at best. She couldn’t compete with other female teachers, let alone the young and attractive high school girls. Kevin’s attraction to her was likely because he hadn’t been with other women. Would he still be so infatuated with her body over time? She remembered how her husband was passionate at the beginning of their marriage, making love to her several times a night, but that enthusiasm had gradually waned.

Thinking about her recent conversation with Mia at the stairwell. Camila felt a strong sense of crisis. Mia had asked about applying for a promotion but then shifted the topic to Camila, saying how envious she was of Camila for being able to go home to her husband every night, unlike Mia, who was often alone. Initially. Camila thought Mia was complaining and tried to comfort her. But Mia subtly probed into her relationship with Kevin. Although. Mia masked her intentions well, Camila, being a woman herself. saw through it. After Mia left. Camila realized on her way to the teacher’s lounge that Mia might also be interested in Kevin.

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