My Accidental Harem-Chapter 158

Principal Zach Jackson, seeing his daughter so close to another boy, walked over with a smile. "Zoey, aren’t you going to introduce your friend to us?"

"Dad, this is Kevin, my classmate." Zoey said, blushing. "We don’t quite talk much."

"Oh, are you a student at our school?" Zach asked, looking at Kevin. Though he had seen Kevin a few times, he couldn’t remember all the students by name. Kevin’s grades were decent but could have been more outstanding, so he hadn’t left a strong impression on them.

"Hello, Principal Zach Jackson." Kevin said honestly, not feeling particularly nervous. Students usually feared their homeroom teachers and the disciplinary office more than the principal, who was more like a ceremonial figure.

"Oh, you’re Kevin. I remember now. Your compositions are quite good. Mrs. Cortez speaks highly of you," Zach said, showing interest. Though Kevin’s grades weren’t exceptional, his writing stood out, and he had won several school competitions. Zach valued English highly, especially composition, which was one of the few subjects in which his school excelled over others.

"It’s mainly because of Mrs. Cortez’s help. Kevin said humbly. He was telling the truth. Among the five homeroom teachers in his grade, Camila was the most experienced and particularly skilled in teaching composition.

"Good teachers and diligent students are both essential." Zach nodded, finding Kevin’s humility reassuring. He didn’t supervise Zoey closely but worried about her associating with unmotivated peers. Seeing that Kevin was her friend, he felt somewhat relieved.

"Have you all forgotten about me? Zoey, aren’t you going to introduce your friend to me?" Daisy Jones said, interrupting her husband’s conversation. She had been curious about Kevin since he had escorted Zoey home once and had wanted to meet him. Today she finally got the chance.

"Oh, I forgot. Mom, this is Kevin." Zoey said, her face red. "Kevin, this is my mom. Daisy Jones."

"Hello, Mrs. Jones." Kevin greeted politely, then took a moment to have a good look at Zoey’s mother. He was stunned by her beauty. Standing before him was a graceful, voluptuous, mature woman in her forties, with stylish curly hair and an elegant dress that highlighted her curvy, sexy figure. Her high, firm breasts and smooth, shapely legs in sheer stockings and black heels exuded a noble, pampered aura, which made her a sight to behold. Quentin Rodriguez was a playboy. As an unmarried man, he had complete freedom after work. He used to have a few regular female teachers as casual partners, but since moving back to the city, it had become inconvenient to contact them. So, he often frequented shady karaoke bars, either hooking up with promiscuous women or hiring prostitutes to satisfy his desires. However, Quentin still looked down on these women who sold their bodies. He hoped to find a steady partner at school, and Mia was his ideal target.

The Imperial Bar had opened just over a month ago. Quentin had been there twice, and the quality of the girls there was high. They were beautiful and quickly stole business from others. The bar’s owner had strong connections, so the other bar owners didn’t dare cause trouble. The only thing he could do is to watch Imperial Bar raking in money.

After ejaculating in a prostitute, Quentin felt everything went boring. Brianna’s heavily made-up face no longer held any appeal in his eyes. Thinking about how many men’s cocks her mouth must have taken, Quentin felt her disgusting. He threw some perfunctory remarks to Brianna and then left the private room.

Quentin thought about how he had just spent half a month’s salary on such a short-time pleasure and felt a pang of regret. He had only groped some breasts and hadn’t even gone through her vagina. It was a total waste. Suddenly, a stunningly dressed woman walked by. She wore a white blouse that barely contained her high round breasts, with her nipples visible through the fabric. Her lower half was clad in a red miniskirt, showcasing her long, white legs and swaying full hips. She was incredibly sexy and charming and could rival both Mia and Daisy Jones in beauty.

Seeing this seductive woman, Quentin’s eyes lit up. He hadn’t seen this girl before and wondered if she was new. He regretted choosing Brianna earlier. This woman was far more attractive in both looks and figure, though she seemed to be in her thirties. Actually, mature women were more enjoyable; they had a charm that young girls lacked.

"Hey, beautiful, what’s your name?" Quentin sidled up to her, grinning, trying to get her name so he could request her next time. Her breasts were as impressive as Mia’s. Since Mia was currently unattainable, he thought he could have some fun with this woman first.

The woman glanced at Quentin, frowned, and didn’t stop but quickened her pace as if she was trying to get rid of him. Quentin was instantly enraged. She was just a prostitute, how dare she act so high and mighty? Fueled by alcohol, he reached out to grab her shoulder, but she deftly dodged, and his hand landed on her buttocks. He squeezed and said with a sneer, "New here? What makes you so prideful? You are not getting away from me."

The woman’s face darkened as this man groped her. She raised her hand, slapped Quentin in the face, and said sternly, "Who are you to touch me?"

Two security guards in uniform quickly appeared to pin Quentin down. One of them asked the woman, "Mrs. Gomez, are you okay? What should we do with this guy?" The woman, addressed as Mrs. Gomez, approached Quentin and patted his cheek with a mocking smile. "Do you know who I am? My name is Natalie Gomez. My husband is Jasper Gomez. Have you heard of him?"

Her voice was soft, but to Quentin, it sounded like thunder. He was stunned. Of course, he had heard of Jasper Gomez, a notorious mob boss. Years ago, during a period of violent gang wars, Jasper had risen to power and united the underworld. Many had died in that. Quentin broke out in a cold sweat, realizing he had just groped Jasper’s woman. If Jasper found out, Quentin knew he wouldn’t survive. He collapsed to his knees, trembling. "Mrs. Gomez. I didn’t know it was you. It was a misunderstanding. Please forgive me. I’ll do anything you want."

"Anything?" Natalie mused. She didn’t want to escalate the situation but also didn’t want to let this scumbag off easily. She saw Brianna exiting a room and beckoned her over, whispering in her ear. Brianna looked surprised but nodded and went back inside, returning with a glass full of yellow liquid. She walked up to Quentin, blushing.

"Drink this glass of urine, and I’ll consider letting this go." Natalie said with a smile. "Otherwise, I can’t guarantee your safety."

Quentin looked at the steaming glass of yellow liquid with a disgusted expression. He knew it was urine. The thought of drinking a prostitute’s urine made him feel sick, but he knew he couldn’t afford to offend Natalie. After a moment’s hesitation, he took the glass from Brianna, gritted his teeth, and gulped it down. The foul taste made him almost vomit, but he forced it down, tears welling up in his eyes as he looked at Natalie.

Natalie nodded in satisfaction and signaled the guards to release Quentin. "This bar is mine. You’re welcome to come and have fun anytime, but you must follow the rules. If you cause trouble, I won’t be so lenient. Even the police give me respect. And what that makes of you?"

"I understand, Mrs. Gomez. I won’t dare again," Quentin said, relieved. He had learned his lesson. Natalie was a beautiful but deadly woman, not any woman he could mess with.

"Alright, I believe that making money requires peace. Let’s forget about tonight." Natalie said with a smile, turning to leave. To her, this incident was trivial. She had seen many men fall for her charms, including powerful figures like Jasper. Quentin was nobody. frёewebnoѵēl.com

After Natalie left, Quentin hurriedly paid the bill and left the bar. He walked a few steps before it hit him that he had been forced to drink Brianna’s urine. His stomach churned, and he vomited on the spot until he was empty. He wiped his mouth and got into his car to go home.

Driving, Quentin felt frustrated. He had tried to be kind by driving Daisy Jones home, only to be misunderstood and kicked out. He went to the bar to relax and ended up almost losing his life to a mob boss’s wife. He decided that next time, he would check his luck before going out.

Suddenly, he saw a voluptuous woman in a dress walking on the sidewalk with a parasol in her hands. Her long white legs and fleshy, firm buttocks were incredibly sexy. Quentin’s heart raced, and he instinctively pressed the gas to get a closer look. When he saw her face, he was stunned. It was Mia Wilson.

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