My Accidental Harem-Chapter 148

"No, absolutely not." Mia said, her face showing a hint of anger as she shook her head firmly. "Kevin, don’t go too far. I’m just trying to help you understand this issue correctly. Don’t get any wrong ideas. You’re still a student. Don’t let bad influences corrupt you. I heard from Mrs. Cortez that your mother has been raising you with great difficulty. Is this how you repay her? If she knew you had become a boy with such dirty thoughts, how heartbroken would she be?"

Kevin felt deeply ashamed by Mia’s words, his face turning red. He had been indulging in the pleasures of his affair with Camila despite her warnings not to forget his studies. His attention had inevitably waned; during classes, he often thought about Camila’s sexy white body. In English class, he couldn’t focus on what she was teaching, his eyes fixated on her large breasts and voluptuous hips as he wished he could thrust his penis into her tender mature pussy. Recently, he had also been preoccupied with getting closer to Mia and had completely forgotten his studies. If this continued, he might indeed become a lust-driven delinquent, as Mia had said.

Mia’s stern words were a wake-up call for him. He realized he was just an ordinary high school student. His affair with Camila was a fluke, not because he was particularly charming. Moreover, Camila had her own family, and continuing this way would only ruin his education. Thinking of his mother’s hard work, Kevin felt his eyes well up with regretful tears, and his erection softened. He stood up, bowed deeply to Mia, and said earnestly, "Ms. Wilson, I know I was wrong. I will focus on my studies from now on." Seeing that her words worked, Mia smiled with relief. She reached out to hold Kevin and said gently, "Admitting your mistakes and correcting them makes you a good student. Let’s end tonight’s discussion here. I won’t tell anyone. It’s getting late; you should head home."

Kevin said goodbye to Mia and left the alley. He thought about his high hopes when he had accompanied Mia home and how different his feelings were now. Although he had achieved his goal of getting close to Mia, it turned out to be different from what he had wanted. Instead of advancing his relationship with this beautiful teacher, he received a lesson in physiology and morality. Ms. Wilson, indeed, had a knack for moral education. Sighing, he resigned himself to going home and getting some sleep.

As Kevin walked away dejectedly, he suddenly saw a shadow flicker in the distance. He looked up but saw nothing, thinking he must have imagined it. He recalled reading that excessive indulgence could lead to deteriorating vision. His frequent lovemaking with Camila had kept him constantly aroused, draining his energy. His difficulty of ejaculating earlier was perhaps a warning. He realized he needed to heed Mia’s advice and stop indulging himself. With Camila’s recent physical inconvenience, it was a good time to refocus on his studies.

Mia felt a sense of relief after solving Kevin’s problem. Seeing that it was almost nine o’clock, she decided to take a shower and go to bed. As she was showering, she heard a knock at the door. Puzzled about who it could be so late, she wondered if Kevin had returned. She quickly dried herself, wrapped a towel around her, and went to open the door. To her surprise, a thin man in his thirties stood there with a small mustache and slicked-back hair. His eyes darted around, and he held a dirty beer bottle reeking of alcohol.

Mia frowned in annoyance. This man, Christopher Miller, was her neighbor. He used to work at the Agricultural Bureau but had since been transferred to a government office, which made him feel important. He liked to boast about being a government official who could get anything done, but in reality, he was a coward and a blowhard.

When Mia’s husband was home, Christopher behaved himself and never visited them. However, whenever her husband was away, Christopher would often come over, using any excuse to chat with Mia, much to her annoyance. However, because they were neighbors, she found it hard to confront him directly.

Seeing it wasn’t Kevin, Mia felt a sudden sense of disappointment. Since her husband had left for a business trip, she had spent every evening alone. Her husband’s family lived in a rural village, and her father-in-law lived alone there, only occasionally visiting the city. Mia’s family lived in a remote mountainous area, making visits infrequent. Her life was usually very monotonous. She would take reading books before bed as entertainment. Tonight, inviting Kevin over and having a heart-to-heart talk had made her realize how nice it was to have someone to chat with in the evenings, even if it was just a sixteen-year-old student. She thought that if Kevin could truly change his ways and get rid of those dirty thoughts, she would be willing to invite him over more often, as being alone was too lonely.

Thinking about Kevin, Mia wanted to get rid of Christopher quickly. With a quelling look, she said calmly, "Mr. Miller, it’s late. What do you need?" Christopher, seeing Mia with wet hair and wrapped in a white towel, couldn’t help but ogle her half-exposed voluptuous breasts. He wished he could tear off that towel and rub her large beautiful tits. But he couldn’t find the courage. Even approaching her required alcohol. Staring at her firm white cleavage, he smiled and said, "Don’t be so formal, Mia. Just call me Christopher. My wife is on the night shift, and I was cooking but ran out of ingredients. I hope to borrow some from you." He shook the bottle in his hand as he spoke.

Mia took a step back and held up her towel with her hand with a hesitant expression. She wasn’t sure if Christopher was telling the truth, but his wife did indeed work as a nurse at the hospital and often worked late at night. Christopher Miller, on the other hand, never cooked and always bought his meals outside, so his story seemed plausible.

"Come in." Mia finally decided to let Christopher in. After all, they were neighbors, and she had a good relationship with his wife. She didn’t want to sour their relationship, thinking that she could quickly give him what he needed and send him on his way.

Christopher was delighted and followed Mia into the kitchen while his eyes fixated on her long white legs and the round full buttocks under her towel. The scent of her body wash filled his nostrils, which made him feel hot and aroused.

Mia pointed to bottles on the shelf. "Take it. Just have your wife return it later."

"How could I accept that?" Christopher said. But he took a bottle but didn’t leave. Instead, he tried to strike up a conversation with Mia.

Mia responded perfunctorily, but as his comments became more inappropriate, she frowned and said, "It’s late. I need to get some rest. Do try another time."

"Oh, okay, sure," Christopher said and reluctantly lifted his feet. He took a few slow steps towards the door, hoping Mia would ask him to stay. Ever since he had become neighbors with the beautiful Mia, he had been fascinated with her. Even during sex with his wife, he would fantasize about it with Mia and had almost called out her name once.

When Mia’s husband was around, Christopher didn’t dare make any moves, fearing trouble. But with her husband away for several months now, leaving Mia alone every night, Christopher saw an opportunity. He believed that a young attractive woman like Mia, in her peak years, must be craving sex.

Christopher was confident in his appeal. He was decent-looking, humorous, and worked in a government office. Most importantly, he lived next door, which made it easy to get close to Mia. He thought that with a little care and moves, Mia would throw herself at him, allowing him to enjoy her beautiful body.

However, despite several visits, Mia had always treated him indifferently and never showed any signs of interest. This puzzled Christopher. He wondered if Mia had another man, but he had never seen any other man visit her. Each time, he had to come up with excuses to enter her house, only to be quickly sent away.

Over time, Christopher had almost given up, thinking that Mia might be a virtuous woman who would rather endure loneliness than betray her husband. But tonight, he saw Mia being escorted home by a man and then invited him in. Although the man left eventually, he stayed for an hour.

What could they have done in an hour? Christopher’s longest session with his wife was only eighteen minutes. An hour was enough for that guy to have sex with Mia four times. The thought of that man possibly having sex with Mia on her bed drove Christopher crazy. His desire for Mia reignited.

He didn’t expect to have Mia all to himself, but if someone else had already made the first move, he wanted his share, too. He couldn’t just watch someone else enjoy the woman he had coveted for months.

But something puzzled Christopher. If it were him, he would have taken full advantage of the opportunity to spend the night with Mia. How could the man leave so quickly? Maybe he hadn’t satisfied Mia, and she had kicked him out.

The more Christopher thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. Imagine Mia lying in bed, longing for a man’s touch, but he couldn’t sit still. He drank a bottle of beer, grabbed another, and headed to Mia’s door, hoping to get lucky.

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