Harem app-Chapter 119: My beautiful ex-teacher

The masquerade party was held in some secluded mansion, so the individual rooms were basically just regular rooms in the house that people could use.

In my case, I stepped into a rather spacious room. Despite the large king-sized bed taking up most of the space, there were still two chairs and a small table in the left corner, clearly meant for drinking wine.

To the right, there was an extravagant vase that I couldn’t exactly call beautiful, but it was probably very expensive.

"Thank you for getting me out of there," the girl said, surprising me a little.

"Are you sure you want to thank me already? I might be a terrible person. After all, I just brought you into a room with a giant bed, completely alone, and even told you to take off your mask," I replied, half-joking.

But I couldn’t help but be surprised at how easily she trusted me. Maybe, just like I had recognized her, she had recognized me too?

"I just know you don’t have bad intentions. After all..." she hesitated, looking at me with a complicated expression.

I was almost certain she had figured out who I was. Either way, we had to start somewhere. So, I took the lead, pulled out a chair for Harper to sit in, and then sat in front of her. Now, how should I proceed?

"Do you want me to take off my mask too? Since I practically forced you to, it’s only fair that I reveal my identity as well," I offered, as I had no intention of lying to my professor.

"No, that’s not necessary..." she surprisingly refused.

After a long pause, as she organized her thoughts, she explained that she preferred not to know. Apparently, it was easier for her to talk to me that way.

Maybe she wanted to hold onto the illusion that she could be talking to me, or to a complete stranger.

And if that made her more comfortable, I had no reason to argue against it.

"Since you thanked me for getting you out of there, can I assume I was right in thinking you were uncomfortable? What happened? Did someone in that group say or do something that made you feel this way?" I asked in a firm tone.

"No, nothing like that. They were probably just trying to cheer me up in their own way, but..."

"This place doesn’t suit you, does it?"

"Yes," she admitted with a sigh. "I didn’t know things would be like this, the debauchery and infidelity..." She struggled to put her thoughts into words.

She kept talking and talking, somewhat confused.

As I already knew from Lilith, the woman had found out that her husband was cheating on her. But that didn’t mean she was willing to respond in the same way.

After all, wouldn’t that make her just as bad as him?

Harper was such a loyal and honest woman that many considered her naive. But I couldn’t deny that there was a great strength in her spirit. She was someone who would rather suffer and be at a disadvantage in life than break any of her moral principles.

"That’s why I can’t feel comfortable in a place like this. And that’s why I thanked you for getting me out of there again. I can’t let myself fall into temptation one more time."

"Again?" I asked, pretending not to know she was talking about when we kissed.

"Yes..." she blushed intensely.

"Can you tell me more about what happened?" I pressed, and faced with my commanding tone, she simply began to tell the story from her perspective.

"I ended up running into a former student of mine. And he’s very handsome, confident, and..." she sighed softly, continuing to praise me.

She talked about how she felt more excited every time Lilith spoke to her. Harper said she even envied the little girl, even though she knew envy was a childish and impure feeling.

I couldn’t help but notice how she was a woman who martyred herself. She seemed to think she had to always be absolutely moral, which was impossible.

But I decided not to comment on that at the moment.

"So, at that moment when I was frustrated to find out that... No! These are just excuses, I couldn’t resist when he took the initiative to kiss me, my body simply melted at his touch and..."

The blonde intensely described the pleasure she felt when kissed by me, which inevitably caused a huge erection to strain my pants. Still, I tried to ignore my arousal and focus only on what the woman was saying and how to help her.

"Well, from what you’re saying, it was that young boy who took the initiative, right? Moreover, you were in an emotionally vulnerable state at that time. I think if anyone is to blame, it would be him," I said, shifting all the blame to me.

"No, it’s not like that, he’s a wonderful person and..." I couldn’t contain my smile, seeing how vehemently she defended me.

We continued arguing about the subject for a few moments until Harper, despite blushing furiously, revealed something I could never have expected.

"The truth is, since that day, I’ve had erotic dreams about that man every night. Many mornings, I wake up with my pussy soaked after dreaming about him. Even when I’m sleeping in the same bed as my husband, I can’t stop thinking about another man."

"But they’re just dreams, you can’t control that."

"No, it’s not just that. The day I ran into him, I masturbated again for the first time in years. And since then, I’ve given in to lust. I can’t stop thinking about another man, how can I condemn my husband when I do something like that?"

"Well, I think you have even more reason to condemn him, given everything you’ve told me."

I couldn’t think, even for a moment, that what she was doing was wrong. Everyone has the right to fantasize and dream about whatever they want.

"If your husband isn’t capable of giving you any pleasure, maybe that’s more evidence that he’s failing in his role in the marriage. Besides, people have the right to want things."

Then I stood up and declared confidently, "I know my girlfriends only think about me and have never even fantasized about doing that with another man, because I’m the best thing they could dream of. But if your husband can’t be that, if he can’t even give you the slightest relief, the fault is his, not yours."

"But..."

"Listen to me, stop blaming yourself for everything, got it?" I said firmly.

"I understand, I’m sorry," she lowered her head, accepting the words I had said, and seemed to breathe a little more relieved.

For some reason, whenever I spoke to her in a stronger tone, the girl ended up obeying me. Perhaps it was because she instinctively desired a strong man who could guide and protect her, especially in that moment of crisis.

But it was good that I could relieve some of the guilt she felt. Even though I thought the reason was silly, it was admirable to see how faithful she was.

However, all that dedication was being wasted on a man who didn’t deserve her. And that was the real problem haunting her. Still, she seemed to want to avoid facing this fact as much as possible.

"I understand, but from the beginning, there has been a bigger issue that we haven’t talked about yet. Why have you been feeling so down? Why can’t you feel comfortable at home and instead need to find something to distract your mind?" I asked in a much firmer tone.

As honest as she was with others, my former professor definitely needed to be more honest with herself. It was clear that she no longer loved her husband, and she had every reason in the world to ask for a divorce.

Yet, she didn’t seem to have the courage to take that final step, to completely abandon her broken marriage and file for divorce.

Even from a religious perspective, his infidelity was already a complete breach of their marital vows. That man clearly didn’t treat her the way she deserved, yet she was still afraid to take the next step.

She told me about how she had tried to fix her marriage over the past few weeks, about how all her efforts seemed to be in vain.

To that, all I could say was that they didn’t just seem to be in vain, they were. After all, that man wasn’t worth it.

That said, I chose not to say anything and just listened. Maybe if I once again used my firm and commanding tone to tell her to get a divorce, she would finally accept it.

But she needed to make that decision for herself. She needed at least to have the courage to do it.

"Look, all I can say is that life is a big risk. So do what you want. No matter how scary it is, following your soul is the only way."

That was my only advice. And after that, we sat in silence for a long time.

Harper seemed deeply lost in thought, and I had no intention of disturbing or interrupting her.

Then, she asked:

"Do you think I’m sexy?"

No matter how much I thought about it or tried to understand, I couldn’t figure out how on earth our conversation ended up heading in this direction. But it did.

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