Chapter 128
**Kevin** looked up and saw that **Camila’s** face didn’t show any anger. Instead, she looked shy. This made **Kevin** incredulous. Was this the same strict and fierce **Camila**?
**Camila** was also stunned. She hadn’t expected to have such intimate contact with her student. She wanted to break free from **Kevin’s** hands, but the spot on her chest where **Kevin** touched sent waves of tingling sensations, like an electric shock, which made her feel too comfortable to resist, and she even somewhat anticipated **Kevin** continuing to violate her and squeeze her large breasts.
For years, **Camila** hadn’t lived happily with her husband, and they rarely had marital intimacy. **Camila**, as a woman with a strong sexual desire, couldn’t cheat since she was a teacher. She could only satisfy herself by masturbating in bed, and she had harbored unsatisfied desires for a long time. Now, the unintentional incident of **Kevin’s** touching and grabbing her boobs ignited the long-suppressed lust within her.
Feeling **Kevin’s** hard penis pressing against her buttocks, **Camila** almost let out a moan. She had a good impression of **Kevin** but had never thought of having sex with him as she always saw him as her student. But now she couldn’t view him that way. **Kevin** was already a man, and she could feel his penis was so thick and hard.
**Kevin**, however, didn’t dare continue because **Camila** was his teacher. He feared she would get angry and was also afraid of being seen by other students. He quickly let go and nervously explained, "Mrs. Cortez, are you okay? I didn’t mean it just now..." **Camila’s** full chest heaved up and down, making her white shirt seem about to be stretched open. Her face was slightly red as she took a deep breath and said to **Kevin**, "I’m fine. Thank you, **Kevin**."
Her tone was very calm, so he felt it was hard to tell if she was angry. **Kevin** was very uneasy inside. If **Camila** thought he had intentionally grabbed her breasts, it would be disastrous. However, he couldn’t deny that the touch was incredibly wonderful and left him longing for more. He began to reassess his English teacher.
**Camila’s** office was at the end of the second floor, a small space of about seventy or eighty square feet. There was a desk, a file cabinet, and a sofa inside. In the innermost part was a bed, which was kept very clean, with a few potted plants on the windowsill.
"These are the assignments handed in last week. Please distribute them for me." **Camila** said calmly, pointing to a stack of assignments on the desk as if she hadn’t forgotten the previous incident already.
"Oh, okay." **Kevin** breathed a sigh of relief. He had thought **Camila** would severely scold him, as his actions had crossed the line between a student and his teacher.