Extra: Yandere Milfs Obsessed with me!-Chapter 157: Wait, Is She Actually Jealous Right Now?

"I can’t wait to see you again."

Kaiser’s voice was low and drawling as his fingers traced, with calm possession, the curve of Seraphina’s waist. There was no hesitation in the gesture, only the quiet certainty of someone who, after weeks of tension, finally felt a barrier give way. Under his fingers, the silk of her dress was cool, but the warmth of her skin showed through. He wasn’t going to let go. Not now that he had finally cracked that coldness, that distance she desperately wanted to maintain.

But the moment of grace was brief. Seraphina stiffened almost imperceptibly, then lifted herself slightly from the edge of the desk where she had been half-sitting. Her hand closed around Kaiser’s wrist, gently stopping the advance of his hand.

"Don’t you dare think that this... familiarity gives you permission to do whatever you want," she said in a sharp tone.

It was the same voice she used in class to reprimand an insolent student: authoritative, cutting, devoid of any warmth. Yet Kaiser detected no real fury in it. Quite the opposite.

After spending so much time observing her, dissecting every micro-expression, he had learned to read the tiny gap between her words and the truth of her body. He noted the brief apnea before her sentence, the almost imperceptible tremor in the hollow of her voice, the way her fingers, gripping his wrist, pressed a little harder before relaxing by a millimeter. Those details, to him, spoke louder than her reprimands.

And the bitter irony was that he deciphered these signs with far more acuity than the man who officially shared her bed and her name for so many years.

"And why wouldn’t I?" Kaiser retorted, a casual smile stretching his lips.

He stood up then, in a fluid motion, and began adjusting the folds of his shirt with studied nonchalance, mimicking the preparations for departure. But his gaze, sparkling with teasing provocation, never left her for a second.

"Well, because..."

She was interrupted.

In two quick strides, Kaiser closed the distance between them. Before she could react, he had taken her face in his hands and captured her lips in a deep kiss that seemed to want to suck all the air out of the room.

When he finally pulled away, their foreheads remained in contact for a moment, their breaths panting and mingled.

He plunged his gaze into hers, searching and finding the turmoil he had sown there.

"Because you’re mine, and mine alone now..." he murmured, his voice turned into low, possessive velvet.

He held that silent connection for a few crucial seconds, just long enough for his words, and the promise they carried, to sink into her. Then, without another word, he turned away and headed for the door.

"...You little insolent!" Seraphina exclaimed, cheeks flushed, taking a hurried step toward him.

But Kaiser was already in the corridor, the space of a closed door now between them. She froze on the spot, hand suspended. Making noise, drawing attention would be a monumental mistake. So she stood there, heart rate accelerating slightly, a mix of frustration and excitement knotting her stomach.

Kaiser turned back, giving her a deliberately arrogant wink, a grin split from ear to ear.

"Goodbye, Professor. And thank you for the lesson. Particularly... instructive."

The door locked with a dull click. She remained there for a moment, a discreet smile faintly forming on her face before she reluctantly went to get ready.

On the other side of the door, Kaiser walked down the corridor with a nonchalant step, hands sunk in his trouser pockets. His face had resumed its mask of calm indifference, but inside, a deep satisfaction filled him, to the point that he had to hold back from whistling a victorious tune.

"Patience opens the most heavily locked doors," he thought, a philosophical and mocking thought crossing his mind. "No wonder those old monks spend centuries in meditation. Time, well invested, always pays off."

He hadn’t needed centuries, of course. But the weeks of maneuvers, exchanged glances, double entendres, and strategic retreats had made this gradual conquest infinitely more delicious. Every quiver of her lip, every glance averted a little too quickly, had been a victory in itself. And today was the coronation.

"Kaiser!"

Suddenly a familiar voice called out to him.

He turned his head and spotted Kara, who had just appeared at the junction of two corridors.

"Kara, to what do I owe this honor?" he replied as he approached, a teasing smile on his lips, deliberately playing on an affected tone.

She immediately grimaced, disgusted. "Seriously, stop doing your low-budget version of a court noble." She shook her head, her hair quivering. "It annoys me."

"You claim to hate nobles so much, yet you call out one while he’s strolling around?" he retorted, stopping one step away from her.

He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice to a murmur. "Aren’t you afraid at all?"

Kara held his gaze, impassive. But at that precise moment, as he was so close, new information invaded her senses. A subtle, elusive scent mingling with his usual masculine fragrance. A floral and woody fragrance, refined, clearly feminine... and above all, carrying a fresh, almost vegetal note that belonged to no human.

Her nostrils quivered almost imperceptibly.

’What is that...?’ she thought, concentrating.

She inhaled again, discreetly, analyzing. The perfume wasn’t hers. And that underlying vegetal essence...

Her eyes widened by a fraction.

"Elf!" she blurted out, the thought outpacing reason.

"What?" Kaiser asked, his fake smile giving way to genuine perplexity.

Realizing she had spoken aloud, Kara reacted with instinctive abruptness. She pressed both hands against his chest and pushed him back a full step, creating a salutary distance.

"No... nothing. I... I was rambling." She deliberately turned her eyes toward the ceiling, feigning sudden interest in the ducts. "Speaking of which, are we training or not? You’ve been dragging your feet since this morning."

The subject change was as brutal as it was obvious.

Kaiser remained silent for a second, observing the new stiffness in her posture. Then the piece of the puzzle clicked into place in his mind. With her hyper-developed sense of smell, it had indeed been naive to think she wouldn’t notice anything of the scent Seraphina had left on him. A crooked smile, both amused and intrigued, slowly stretched his lips.

"...Why not. That was my intention anyway," he agreed, his voice returning to normal.

Kara did not reply. She simply turned on her heel and set off with a brisk movement, heading toward the training rooms. Her shoulders were tense, her stride faster and more martial than usual. She walked straight ahead, gaze fixed on a distant point, lost in her own deductions.

And that reaction, that loaded silence, amused Kaiser to no end.

’Wait, is she actually jealous right now?’