Extra: Yandere Milfs Obsessed with me!-Chapter 156: The Feeling of Being Desired

"What if we went to tease that needy MILF..."

Kaiser slowly adjusted the sleeve of his shirt in front of the mirror in his room. The dark fabric hugged his shoulders perfectly, simple, elegant, without ostentation.

"Fuck... I’m becoming narcissistic."

He tilted his head slightly, observed his reflection for a few seconds, then sketched a discreet, amused smile.

Since their last meeting, he had not seen Seraphina one-on-one. She was still there, faithful to her post, straight and icy in front of her students. But he had deliberately kept his distance. Not out of boredom, nor out of fear, but by calculation. There was no urgency. The Tower of Babel was not built in a single day, and he had never been the type to rush the steps.

Patience was a weapon. And Kaiser knew perfectly how to use it. It was the same method he used with Dyana. In seduction, you have to know when to be proactive, gentlemanly, romantic, and when to be cold and distant, just to create longing.

Once ready, he left his room and crossed the corridors of the residence, his step calm, his mind clear. Officially, he was going to his private elemental magic lesson. That was the reason written on the paper, the one the academy recognized. As for what was really going on behind this visit, that was another matter entirely.

The path to Seraphina’s residence seemed strangely short. When he stopped in front of the familiar door, a wave of memories surged without warning. The heat of her lips. The rigidity of her body when she was still fighting herself. The troubling contrast between her displayed coldness and what he had felt vibrating under his fingers.

"I have the distinct impression that I’m going to end up addicted to these MILFs, damn it!" he muttered. "But what can I do when I see that body and that presence?"

That alone was enough to rekindle his determination.

*Knock. Knock. Knock.*

He knocked softly, without haste, then waited, standing in front of the door, adjusting his collar. A few seconds passed, but the silence remained unbroken, as if the building itself were uninhabited.

Kaiser’s eyebrow rose slightly on his face.

’She’s not here today?’ he thought, puzzled. ’... Or did she recognize it was me and decided to play dead?’

The second hypothesis seemed unlikely to him. Seraphina had the rank, the authority, and the age to reject him outright if she truly wanted to. Yet she had never done so. Not really. She had resisted, yes. But never closed the door definitively. It clearly showed the whims of a woman who appreciates something but pretends to hate it. It’s surprising that despite all scientific progress, we still can’t figure out these beings.

Kaiser let out a sigh as he thought about it more deeply.

An absent husband, obsessed with power, taking her only as a political instrument. Forcing her to hold back. ’How can a man be so stupid? He had to know that Seraphina was an intelligent woman; she could use her assets to help him possess the power he so desires...’ Kaiser told himself.

In the end, it didn’t matter, because it ultimately worked in his favor. The attention he gave her could only leave a mark. No one escapes the need to be desired. Status, power, or pride didn’t matter.

*Knock. Knock. Knock.*

He knocked a second time, a little louder, but there was still no response.

Hands in his pockets, he was about to turn around when a faint click sounded behind the door, and it cracked open just a sliver.

"I was wondering who was pounding on my door..." said a cold voice. "It seems it was you." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Seraphina appeared in the doorway, her gaze slowly sliding from his face down to his shoes. "...After all, who else would be insolent enough?"

"I’ll take that as a compliment, Professor," Kaiser replied with a calm smile. "I thought you were never going to open the door. I almost sank into melancholy."

"You should have," she retorted sharply.

Yet she opened the door wider and turned away, implicitly inviting him in, but this time she had clearly learned her lesson. The dress she wore was a deep dark blue, elegant, sober, revealing nothing too obvious. The fabric followed her curves without offering them, rigorously concealing her assets.

Despite that, she was simply magnificent.

Seraphina’s beauty did not depend on what she showed, but on what she suggested. She alone embodied that old saying: the habit does not make the monk.

’After all, even in a potato sack, it would be hard to hide those two big arguments that jump out at you.’

And Kaiser did not miss the opportunity.

"That dress looks stunning on you," he said, looking at her without hesitation, deliberately letting a hint of desire filter into his voice.

She paused for a moment before walking past him, her fruity perfume brushing his senses. "Is that the kind of nonsense you came here to say while staring at me with those obscene eyes?"

Kaiser, who knew her very well, was not intimidated by her behavior.

"Other women could wear that same dress," Kaiser replied as he took a seat in the living room, "but none would know how to do it justice the way you do."

Seraphina froze. She looked at him for a few seconds. Her face showed neither the usual annoyance nor arrogance. There was something else. Hesitation. Silent reflection.

Finally, she spoke.

"I would like to set things straight." She began, positioning herself in front of him, straight, her gaze hard. "What happened last time was just an accident. Don’t expect it to happen again. I am a married woman. Your teacher. And older than you."

Not a blink. Not the slightest apparent crack. She seemed ready to cut this ambiguous bond cleanly, to put a definitive end to it.

But what she seemed to forget was that Kaiser was not just brazen. He was brazen, patient, and adaptable.

"Lady Seraphina," he began calmly, holding her gaze without flinching. "I may be brazen and I fully own it, and maybe you’re right. What I feel is only desire or a simple way to stroke my ego."

She listened attentively, wanting to see how far he would go to convince her. Despite her cold demeanor and arrogant attitude, Seraphina had found herself curious about Kaiser. Sometimes she deliberately blocked his path just to see what new strategy he would use.

"...And so?" he continued. "You are worth every trophy in the world. Every part of my being recognizes it. I may not be the man you were waiting for. Maybe not the best. But in my eyes, you are not just a political instrument, Seraphina."

He rose slowly, closing the distance between them. She did not step back.

Their lips met, almost naturally. The kiss was long, deep, laden with everything she had held back for years.

"What I feel," Kaiser murmured while gently caressing her face, his hand confidently settling on her hip, "whatever it is... I can assure you, it’s real."

This time, Seraphina did not fight.

She let herself go, as if something inside her had finally broken. In Kaiser’s eyes, she found what she had so desired without ever obtaining it: the feeling of being desired, fully, sincerely.

The cold and arrogant woman faded away, giving place to another, more alive, more real. And for the first time in a long while, Seraphina felt she existed.