My Accidental Harem-Chapter 182

"Mrs. Cortez, here’s my revised essay."

Kevin handed over the essay, but his eyes couldn’t help but linger on Camila’s alluring feet. He thought to himself that Camila’s outfits were getting more and more provocative. She never used to dress so revealingly, let alone be so casual around him. It seemed like she wasn’t against dressing up, she just hadn’t had the motivation before.

Camila took the essay, glanced at it briefly, and tossed it aside. She nodded and said, "Alright, I’ll look at it later. You can go home now."

With that, she ignored Kevin and continued looking at her lesson plans.

Kevin was stunned. Had he misunderstood? Did Camila really just want him to turn in his essay with no intention of anything else? It seemed unlikely. Earlier, in the classroom, Camila had been so aroused she could barely stand. If they hadn’t been at school, they would have done it right there. Why was she acting so cold now?

Had Camila found out about his relationship with Mia? Kevin’s heart skipped a beat, and guilt washed over him. Camila had warned him not to pursue Mia, so he had kept their interactions secret. But today, he had reconciled with Mia and visited her office without thinking. Maybe another teacher had seen them and told Camila.

Seeing Kevin still standing there, Camila frowned and said flatly, "Why are you still here? Got something on your mind? If not, go home. And from now on, don’t come to my office without permission. What would people think if they saw us?"

Kevin’s excitement vanished like ice water on a flame. Dejected, he left Camila’s office and trudged downstairs, his mind in turmoil.

Since starting his affair with Camila, she had always been indulgent. No matter when he came, she would eventually give in to his demands. This made Kevin confident he had completely won her over, so he started to be reckless and even treated Camila as his plaything.

But now, Camila had suddenly turned cold. Kevin realized he was back to square one. Faced with her unyielding demeanor, he didn’t even dare touch her, let alone think about sex.

Today, though he had reconciled with Mia, he had inadvertently angered Camila. He couldn’t tell if he was lucky or not.

After Kevin left, Camila’s calm face showed a hint of helplessness. Initially, she had planned to have a good time with Kevin at noon, but after cleaning herself up in the office, she changed her mind.

She realized she couldn’t keep indulging Kevin unconditionally, as it would only lead him to ruin. If she were just an ordinary woman, she could abandon all worries and enjoy the pleasures of sex with Kevin.

But as his homeroom teacher, she couldn’t ignore her responsibilities and let him drown in lust. So she had harshly sent him away, hoping he would come to his senses.

"Kevin, I hope you understand my intentions and don’t see me as a capricious woman," Camila sighed, feeling the tide of desire sweeping over her body. But the only person who could satisfy her had been sent away. She had no choice but to slip her fingers under her skirt, push aside her panties, and rub her swollen lips, biting her lip lightly as her breathing became rapid.

Kevin walked aimlessly to the school gate, feeling lost. Suddenly, a small figure approached timidly. "Hi. I’m Alan White from Class 62 Grade 9. I’m here to get my bicycle."

"What bicycle?"

Kevin glanced at the boy, not recognizing him. Feeling annoyed after being dismissed by Camila, he glared and said coldly, "You must have the wrong person. Leave me alone."

Alan White was stunned. He hadn’t expected Kevin to deny it outright. Seeing Kevin’s imposing stature, he didn’t dare express his dissatisfaction and left helplessly.

Kevin walked a few steps before remembering that last Friday after school, he had borrowed a bicycle to help Mia, whose high heel had broken. He had ridden it home and then forgotten about it because so many things had happened lately.

With this realization, Kevin turned to look for Alan White, but the boy had already walked away. He decided to return the bicycle in the afternoon when he came back to school. After all, Alan White had mentioned his class, so it wouldn’t be hard to find him.

However, when Kevin got home, he discovered the bicycle had been stolen. Someone must have taken it after he had left it outside the gate.

Now what? A bicycle costs a lot, and his mom only earned a little over 5150 a month working at a clothing store. Kevin himself made a few bucks here and there by altering pants, but he had never bought new clothes to save money for his college education.

Kevin’s monthly allowance was only a few dollars, barely enough for movies or games, so he was usually funded by his wealthy friend, Mike Adams. He had no money to compensate Alan White. He’d have to ask Mike for help.

Kevin sighed, realizing his efforts to get close to Mia had backfired. Not only had he failed to make progress with her, but he had also angered Camila and lost a bicycle. He went for wool but came home shorn. That afternoon, Kevin went to school and asked Mike Adams to lend him some money. Mike agreed right away but didn’t have enough cash on him. He said he’d ask Evelyn Allen for it when he got home. Kevin felt even guiltier, knowing Mike saw him as a close friend while he was secretly involved with Mike’s mom. Unable to repay Mike, Kevin buried his gratitude deep inside.

"By the way, what do you think Mia was trying to say to me? Help me figure it out," Mike said, looking troubled. He was still obsessing over the lip movements Mia made during the morning break, convinced she wanted to set up a meeting and was trying to tell him when and where.

"I think you’re overthinking it. Mia Wilson was probably talking to someone else and didn’t even see you," Kevin replied irritably, rolling his eyes. Mike was nothing but cheeky and optimistic. Despite many great guys failing to win over Zoey Jackson, he still foolishly pursued her. Kevin had warned him several times, but Mike never listened. Now, he was deluded into thinking Mia was interested in him—his confidence was truly baffling.

"You’re just jealous."

Mike snorted and ignored Kevin, continuing to ponder deeply.

Kevin shook his head helplessly. If Mike ever found out about his secret relationship with Mia, crossing the teacher-student line, he might be furious beyond measure.

Thinking about his conversation with Mia that morning, Kevin realized she wanted to keep things strictly friendly for now. So, he knew he shouldn’t expect any breakthroughs anytime soon. With Mia off the table and Camila having made it clear she wasn’t interested, his only option seemed to be seeking out the sultry Evelyn Allen over the weekend.

The afternoon flew by, and soon it was time for school to end. Students trickled out of the classroom one by one. Seeing Zoey Jackson laughing with her deskmate as they walked out, Mike hurried after her. Lately, he had been shamelessly insisting on walking Zoey home every day, whether at noon or after school. Zoey usually declined, but occasionally, unable to bear his persistence, she would reluctantly let him accompany her partway. Mike would then excitedly report his so-called victories to Kevin.

Watching Mike approach Zoey with a goofy grin while she looked annoyed, Kevin couldn’t help but shake his head. Though he had no experience pursuing girls, he knew that any task required skill to achieve success, much like writing a paper. It might seem daunting, but once you grasp the key points, the words would flow effortlessly. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Mike’s reckless, fearless flirting might work on ordinary girls but would backfire with Zoey Jackson. She would just see him as a funny guy who wasn’t funny.

Forget it. Mike wouldn’t listen to him anyway. He’d have to learn the hard way. Kevin packed up and left the classroom, glancing up at the second floor of the office building across the way. Camila’s office was dark, which meant she had gone home.

Feeling a pang of disappointment, Kevin realized Camila was serious about distancing herself from him. He regretted teasing her in the classroom earlier. As the homeroom teacher, Camila valued her dignity highly. His actions had humiliated her, and it was no wonder she couldn’t tolerate it. Reflecting on how accommodating Camila had been, Kevin felt he had disrespected her greatly. Standing under a large tree in front of the classroom, he pondered his misbehavior.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting its last rays, dusk enveloped the campus. Kevin didn’t know how long he had been standing there, his legs growing numb. Seeing the sky darken, he prepared to head home. Suddenly, he noticed a slender, sexy woman entering the school gate, wearing a very revealing black slip dress. Her long, white legs under the short skirt were particularly eye-catching from a distance.

Could it be Mia? Kevin’s heart raced, and he instinctively moved forward to greet her. But as he got closer, he realized this provocatively dressed woman wasn’t Mia but the flirtatious teacher he had encountered twice in the stairwell earlier in the day. She seemed not to notice Kevin, engrossed in a phone call, her pace slowing.

During their previous brief encounters, Kevin hadn’t had the chance to really look at her. Now, he noticed she was quite striking, with a delicate oval face, arched eyebrows, a high nose, and alluring red lips. Her eyes were full of emotion, exuding a mature woman’s charm.

She wore a black slip dress, her smooth, white shoulders framed by flowing hair. The dress highlighted her enticing curves, her breasts standing proudly. Though not as large as Mia’s, they were plump and firm like ripe peaches, seemingly ready to burst with juice.

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