Chapter 831: The Independent Life of the Flirtatious Teacher

"Mrs. Jones?" Kevin instinctively stood up, surprised to see Vanessa. "There's no one at home, so I came out to get something to eat. What are you doing here?"

"I live here," Vanessa chuckled, noticing Kevin had ordered a bowl of ice jelly. "Is that all you're having? Come on, I haven't eaten either."

"No, it's alright, Mrs. Jones. I can just grab something quick," Kevin hesitated. "I don't want to trouble you."

Despite having had a few encounters with the most flirtatious teacher at school, Kevin instinctively wanted to keep his distance from Vanessa. After all, she had once been at odds with Audrey and had even schemed against her, nearly leading Quentin to assault Audrey. Kevin and Albert had even planned to get back at Vanessa for his cousin, but it all ended in a truce, with Vanessa agreeing not to target Audrey anymore. In return, Kevin had to maintain a casual relationship with her, a deal he reluctantly accepted for his cousin's sake.

Putting aside her character, Vanessa was undoubtedly an ideal partner for sex. She had a hot body, an innate seductive charm, and a wealth of experience. Her skills in bed were unparalleled, making her a coveted object of desire for many men. However, her ambitions were too grand for the average man.

"It's no trouble at all. No need to be so polite with me. Let's go," Vanessa said with a charming smile, taking Kevin's hand and leading him towards the entrance of the complex. She wore a tight black tank top and denim shorts, her hair tied up in a casual bun, looking much more relaxed than her usual provocative school attire. She exuded the charm of a mature, seductive housewife.

Kevin felt uncomfortable being led by Vanessa and quickly pulled his hand away, falling a few steps behind her. He watched her sway her hips, her full, enticing buttocks tightly wrapped in denim shorts, revealing the outline of her thong and the shape of her plump vulva. Only those who had been with this seductive woman knew how tight and tempting her vulva was.

Vanessa seemed aware of Kevin's gaze on her rear, swaying her hips even more provocatively. Her slender waist moved like a willow in the wind, and her long, smooth legs glistened in the midday sun, capturing the attention of every male around.

The entrance to the complex was lined with small eateries. The railway workers, mostly from the northeast, loved to eat and had money to spend, making the restaurants bustling with business. Vanessa led Kevin into a bustling beef noodle shop on the left. The place was packed, with men in slippers and bare-chested, slurping down bowls of steaming noodles, the tender meat melting in their mouths, accompanied by crisp side dishes and cold beer—a perfect meal for a hot summer day. The owner, sweating profusely, greeted customers with a beaming smile.

However, the moment Vanessa walked in, the shop fell silent. Everyone stared at the stunning housewife from head to toe, their eyes lingering on her white legs, round buttocks, and smooth skin, growing more aroused by the second. Their greedy eyes seemed ready to devour her.

Vanessa was used to such stares. She flashed a slight smile, her seductive eyes sweeping the room like a potent aphrodisiac. A few men near the door immediately had a physical reaction, their erections pressing against their pants.

"Let's sit outside. It's too noisy in here," Vanessa said, leading Kevin to a table outside. She crossed her white legs, her black sandals revealing toes painted with red nail polish—a mesmerizing contrast of red, black, and white.

"Mrs. Jones, what would you like to eat?" The owner hurried over, clearly familiar with Vanessa. He glanced at Kevin curiously. "Is this your relative?"

"He's my cousin," Vanessa said with a sly smile, leaning closer to Kevin. "Do we look alike?"

"Yes, very much so," the owner nodded, unable to tear his eyes away from Vanessa's cleavage peeking out of her black tank top. This woman was too seductive, more so than any girl at a massage parlor. But Vanessa was not to be trifled with. Last month, a drunk customer had groped her, and she had poured a steaming bowl of soup over him, threatening to report him for harassment. The man had to pay $500 to settle the matter.

Vanessa ordered two bowls of beef noodles, some side dishes, and a plate of braised beef. She asked Kevin if he wanted beer, but he declined, eager to finish quickly and leave.

The food arrived swiftly. Kevin, starving after his morning with Evelyn, dug in without concern for manners, slurping the noodles and devouring the braised beef, sweating and relishing every bite.

Vanessa ate a few bites before losing her appetite due to the heat. If she hadn't run into Kevin, she would have just had half a watermelon for lunch.

She watched Kevin eat with interest. Despite his lack of table manners, she found his hearty eating refreshing and manly, unlike her husband Andrew, who always wore glasses and dressed neatly, looking scholarly even during sex, which was boring and predictable.

Women often admire strength, and Vanessa was no exception. Even though Quentin had initially taken her by force, his animalistic passion had quickly won her over, leading to a secret affair.

She despised men who only fantasized about her or tried to take advantage of her secretly. Such cowardly men were worse than Kevin, a high school student who had dared to impersonate Quentin and take her from behind in the school garden, making her climax repeatedly.

For those who were truly strong or useful to her, she never hesitated to use her body as a bargaining chip. This included the principal Oliver and the head of the research department, David. Unfortunately, Angus had no interest in her, giving her no opportunity. Otherwise, she would have clung to him no matter what.

Now, she had to settle for Kevin, who had surprised her by knowing Angus, the secretary-general of Starfall Town's municipal government. Angus seemed very friendly towards Kevin, prompting Vanessa to change her attitude and try to win Kevin over, seeing him as an easier target than the cunning Angus.

Kevin finished his large bowl of noodles and the half-pound of braised beef, wiped his mouth, and burped loudly, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Mrs. Jones, I'm full. I'll head home now."

"Don't rush. You've never been to my place. Come up and get acquainted. Are you afraid I'll eat you?" Vanessa teased, her white leg brushing against Kevin's hairy calf under the table, her face innocent and serious, hiding their true relationship.

The subtle contact made Kevin's heart flutter, and his recently spent member began to stir again. The allure of a young, attractive teacher was hard to resist for a high school boy. Vanessa's bare face, without her usual school makeup, seemed more approachable, with a hint of pleading that made Kevin nod instinctively. It felt rude not to visit her home, and he didn't want Vanessa to think less of him.

Kevin followed Vanessa through the large iron gates of Silver Lake Estates. Ten years ago, it was the most prestigious complex in town, like a young woman flaunting her charms. Now, it had aged into a decrepit old lady. A concrete road ran from south to north, flanked by buildings and bisected by east-west streets. Each building had a small garden with trees, stone tables, benches, and rusty fitness equipment, remnants of the estate's former glory.

Vanessa's home was in the third row on the west side, second floor of the first unit. It was a two-bedroom apartment, less than 80 square meters but cozy. The small living room was cramped with a sofa, TV cabinet, and fridge. Vanessa had only managed to buy this place last year after saving enough money. Before that, she lived with her husband in his parents' old, cramped house, fighting over the bathroom in the morning and struggling to find privacy for intimacy. Buying this apartment had been a liberation for her, allowing her to enjoy sex with her husband without restraint, often leaving him limping to work the next day.

With Andrew away on a rural aid mission and their child staying with his parents, Vanessa had been indulging herself at home, often walking around naked, eating, and watching TV without a stitch of clothing, savoring the freedom. Sometimes, she would stand naked on the balcony at 1 or 2 AM, feeling the cool breeze from the mountains, almost reaching climax from the sensation.

Vanessa wondered if she was a wanton woman. Quentin had taken her innocence but also freed her from the confines of family and marriage, showing her another way of life. She wasn't content being a regular middle school teacher or living with an ordinary man, even though they had a child. She feared a predictable life, craving change, excitement, and the thrill of decadence. Being a flirtatious woman was fine as long as she was happy.

Kevin curiously looked around Vanessa's home, his eyes soon landing on the wedding photo above the sofa. The man on the left, wearing glasses and looking stiff, was Vanessa's husband. Vanessa, in a white wedding dress, looked radiant and full of hope for a happy life. Perhaps, like Audrey, Vanessa once dreamed of a life dedicated to her husband and children, being a respected teacher. But fate often plays tricks on people, leading them down unexpected paths.