Rise of the Harem King

Ange held the vial as if it were a rare prize, her green eyes shining with anticipation. She swirled the liquid gently, watching the greenish substance dance inside the glass with an almost childlike fascination.

Then, she rushed to her workbench, skillfully dodging tubes and stacked books, and mixed the liquid with a potion she had already prepared.

Davi, who had been silently observing until then, crossed his arms and leaned against a shelf, watching the chaotic choreography of the professor.

With eyes gleaming with curiosity and expectation, she finished her experiment. But this time, the reaction didn’t get out of control and, luckily, there was no explosion.

"I did it," she finally said. Then she turned to Davi with an absolutely charming smile and said, "Thank you so much for all your help."

"Hmm..." Davi nodded and said, "Congratulations." He had no idea what she had done or whether he should be celebrating, but at the very least, the girl seemed really happy, what was cute.

"Hehehe! I knew it would work, now I can finally show those damn old men!" Ange raised her nose proudly and puffed out her ample chest, smiling in satisfaction with her success.

Davi admired, for a moment, the beautiful and mature face of the milf in front of him. Even acting somewhat childish and chaotic, Ange had a mature charm that only years could grant.

Her features carried the elegance sculpted by experience, with soft contours on her cheeks and an almost enchanting smile that could melt anyone’s gaze. Her full lips added a touch of sensuality, completing a figure that radiated both a maternal and seductive aura.

Then, after getting lost in a long contemplation of her own success, Ange finally remembered there was someone else in the lab with her.

Her beautiful green eyes scanned the boy standing before her. She was certain she had never seen him before, and he looked like a young student, probably a new one.