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.