Harem app-Chapter 120: Understanding the blonde milf

"Am I sexy?"

It was hard to imagine how to respond to that question. After all, it came completely out of the blue.

And whenever I didn’t know what to say, I tended to just choose honesty.

"Yes, I’m sure you were courted by several men at the party."

It was precisely the fact that so many people were flirting with her that made her uncomfortable. She couldn’t have failed to notice that she was, by far, the most beautiful woman in her group of friends.

"Yes, but... well, they weren’t very attractive... I mean, at least not to me, so..."

She struggled to describe the basic fact that the men who hit on her didn’t turn her on or strike her as handsome. In other words, they were people who didn’t have many options.

Then she continued speaking, her face turning as red as a tomato:

"I wanted to know if, for a sexy young man like you, who can get any girl he wants... well, if the situation were different and we were both single, do you think you would have been interested in me... even just a little?"

"Without a shadow of a doubt, and it wouldn’t be just a little. I’d be completely smitten seeing such a beautiful woman before me."

Faced with my compliments, Harper blushed furiously once again, then averted her gaze. She looked incredibly cute when she was embarrassed about something.

"You know you don’t have to say anything just to please me..." she murmured in a low tone.

And once again, that woman didn’t believe my words. I sighed briefly. She really had a serious self-esteem issue.

I stood up once more and walked closer to her. Even through my clothes, my erection was probably already evident to the blonde in front of me.

"I’m not lying for a single moment. If you want, I can prove with my body just how fascinated I am by you."

I took a shameless glance at her cleavage, and my gaze was so intense that she seemed to feel it.

So she blushed once again, struggling to look me in the eyes. She tried to focus her gaze on the floor and escape the embarrassment she felt, but the next moment, she couldn’t resist staring at what was in front of her.

I lowered my pants and underwear, revealing to the world the massive erection I had. My cock throbbed with the desire I felt to fuck my sexy former teacher.

Harper’s eyes were fixed on the giant before her. Unconsciously, she leaned in to get a better look, to the point where her lips were almost touching my cock.

I could feel her soft breath caressing my glans, as if that woman was practically drooling just from seeing me.

Her body trembled slightly, as a wave of heat likely spread through her entire being. For a few moments, she was in an absolute trance, just staring at my member in front of her.

I was sure that, if at that moment, I decided to make a move, the woman would inevitably give in.

She had so much pent-up desire inside her that she could barely contain herself at that moment. Especially considering she was someone who avoided masturbating as much as possible and whose husband hadn’t satisfied her in years.

That said, I had already made my decision. I would only do anything sexual with her after she got divorced.

I had finally understood her mind a little better, and, probably, if I just fucked her brains out right there and then, she would feel immensely guilty the next day. And maybe she would avoid speaking to me again for a very long time.

So I stepped back, removing my cock from the woman’s line of sight. Then, I quickly got dressed again.

It was only at that moment that the woman seemed to snap out of her trance. And once again, she blushed adorably, appearing completely unable to say anything, given how embarrassed she was.

"I think it’s clear that I find you sexy," I said, taking control of the conversation again.

"Yes..." she murmured softly, still deeply embarrassed by everything that had happened.

"So that’s the problem, you’re afraid that after leaving your husband, no one will be interested in you. Or rather, no good man will be interested in you?" Bringing the conversation back to where it started, I tried to guess what was going through her mind. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel-com

And the blonde finally admitted that this was one of the reasons. More specifically, she had no idea what she would do after divorcing her husband.

She explained to me that she had recently stopped teaching, which I already knew, as she had retired a year before I finished high school.

Naturally, Harper was worried about what she could do regarding money. Additionally, they had recently moved to the city after her husband started working at a company there.

Later, her daughter also enrolled in a university in the city. The fact was, she continued listing practical problems that the divorce would cause.

To which I could only respond with practical solutions. And deep down, if that was the only issue, I offered to take care of everything.

Of course, I didn’t have money, nor the slightest idea of how I would fix things, but the important thing was to assure the woman that she would have someone by her side.

Then she finally admitted that she was also afraid of not being able to find anyone. She said she often felt her husband was cheating on her because she wasn’t attractive enough.

Faced with this, I scolded her again in a firm tone. Then I insisted over and over that the man was just a failure who didn’t deserve her, which was why he was cheating.

And finally, the idea of divorce seemed to solidify in the woman’s mind. Still, she wanted time to prepare and, perhaps, give her husband one last chance.

I was sure the man wouldn’t take that last chance. And in less than a month, Harper would have saved money, found a job, and even a place to live.

That said, the entire conversation seemed to have drained her emotionally. So I wanted to help her have a little fun.

She needed to at least relax to be able to face the coming days.

I would love to stay with her and talk about more fun topics, but I still needed to go meet Charlotte.

"You need to go, don’t you?" Harper asked me with a gentle smile.

"Well..." I didn’t want to admit it, but that was somewhat true.

At least, maybe I could bring her with me?

"Let me guess, it’s about another woman, isn’t it?" she asked, with a hint of jealousy in her tone.

I thought about what to say, but she didn’t even need to hear my answer. She easily read me completely just by my reaction.

"I see, I imagine there’s nothing to be done..." she sighed deeply. "She probably needs you a lot too. Just go and don’t worry about me anymore."

"There’s no way I’m simply leaving you behind," I said as an idea popped into my mind.

Quickly, I grabbed the girl’s hand, made her put on the mask, and pulled her out of that room.

I had already stalled for too long, so I wanted to be fast. Even so, I couldn’t just leave Harper behind like that.

Soon, I found a group of women I had spoken to before. And as soon as they saw me approach, they all greeted me cheerfully.

"You’re really popular," Harper commented, looking slightly uncomfortable.

In response, I smiled and leaned in close to her ear. "Don’t worry, none of them compare to you."

Harper blushed, and all the women around us wanted to know what I had whispered in her ear.

But I quickly put an end to the gossip, saying it didn’t matter. After that, I only spent a short time talking to them.

Even so, in that short time, I convinced the group of women to gather and make decorated cookies.

Why would they do that?

It was like a secret code—so that when they visited my shop tomorrow, I would know who was part of that small group. I also promised them a special reward for the cookies, which excited them.

And my reason for this was obviously to create an event where Harper could participate and have fun. Since she loved cooking, this seemed like the perfect solution.

"Thank you so much for always worrying about me, even when you must have so many other things on your mind," the blonde whispered in my ear before leaving with a smile, discussing with the others which cookie recipe was the best.

Now, I just needed to go find Charlotte, but first, I had to figure out where she was...

And at that exact moment, I saw the very woman I had planned to start looking for, being dragged along by another man, whose mask barely hid his face.

It only took me a few seconds to realize that it was her husband.

A chill ran down my spine as worry filled my body. Just to be safe, I sent a message to the woman who was planning to travel, asking if she could leave that very night.

I wanted to prepare an escape route for Charlotte if necessary.

The woman responded immediately, saying that her plan was to leave in a month, but she would do anything for me. She just hoped I would reward her later.

Without wasting any more time on that, I immediately moved to intervene in the scene unfolding before me.

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