CHAOS BORN

Sharron smiled gleefully inside as she witnessed the torment she was causing him. Finally, she had her fill of sweet revenge. Now was the time for the main course.

“Sigh... Boy,” Sharron began, her voice tinged with annoyance and admonishment. “You might have already heard the rumors, I and Carlos are spending quite the sum and pitching in plenty of effort to make a move to the city. Adding Jacob’s tuition to all that is a tight strain on our wallet, even for us,” Sharron continued, her voice growing colder. “Yet we never stopped our child from studying or forced him to earn something doing knick-knacks in the village while kids his age do the same. Do you know why? It’s because we as parents want him to have the best future we could give him.”

“I have been monitoring your work, Tutor Nero, and until now, I have been genuinely pleased with the results. But your actions like these are now hindering Jacob’s prospects. I can’t accept this. If this is how you plan to continue, we should end this farce right now.” Sharron’s tone was slow and crisp toward the end as if to make him fully aware of her warning.

He felt beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he desperately searched for the right words to defend himself.

“Mrs. Sharron, I am sorry. I won’t resort to any absurd explanations to rationalize my mistake. I fully acknowledge that I am to blame. But I promise you, I never meant to hold up Jacob’s studies. I hope you can take this time’s lapse as a one-time thing and forgive me. Please be rest assured, this is the last occasion you’ll have to endure hearing this from me.” 

Nero was truthful on his part.

After all, putting a dent in Jacob’s progress was never his intention. 

“I will take your word for it and pretend this didn’t happen. But you can’t share these things with Jacob, okay? That kid already doesn’t focus on his studies much. If you throw these things into the mix, the kid will surely fail. I hope you realize that.” Sharron’s voice mellowed down as she believed his apology was heartfelt.

Nero nodded his head, affirming that he fully understood her concerns. 

“But this can’t go on either. We have to ensure such problems won’t crop up in the future. Tell me, Tutor Nero, why did you share the book with Jacob?”

“T-that… I…” Nero shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his eyes darting nervously around the room.

“You don’t need to be flustered. I can sort of guess. It’s common for guys to share these things, discuss and brag about them, and feel good. I know most guys your age do such things around the village. You are doing it just like them, aren’t you?”

Nero wanted to retort that he wasn’t like those bums, and this was all part of his grand plan. However, the few functioning brain cells he had left warned him that opening his mouth would only spell more trouble, so he wisely kept silent.

“These things are very normal. Having such curiosity and urges at your age is healthy. But you don’t have any friends to share and discuss these things, so you gave it to Jacob, right?” 

Sharron continued her misunderstanding without waiting for Nero to confirm as if she knew she was on the right track. 

“Taking care of such urges is necessary, but we can’t involve Jacob in these things, and neither do you have any friends to rely on. And what would we do if these unresolved urges get in your way of duty, Tutor Nero? Wouldn’t these hinder you from helping in Jacob’s studies? We can’t have that now, can we?”

Nero merely nodded at her queries, not quite understanding where she was going with this.

“So,” Sharron continued, “Tutor Nero needs someone thoughtful enough to teach you to deal with your urges and talk with these things without making you feel ashamed of yourself”

He couldn’t argue with her logic.

“As Jacob’s mother,” she declared, “I can’t let his tutor not lose himself to these urges. Is it not my responsibility to fulfill the Tutor’s needs to help my son succeed in his studies? In that case, I will take the responsibility and teach you everything you need to know.”

“Eh…” 

“I said,” Nero’s mind raced as Sharron wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer to her face as if about to share a secret. “You can share these books with me,” she whispered, “and maybe we could, you know, try out what is in there if Tutor Nero is up for it.

More than her sensual breath tickling his ear, it was her words that tipped him over the edge. The instant his brain figured out what she said, he felt fireworks lighting up in him.

“Now then, I will start calling Tutor Nero as ‘Student Nero’ in our sessions, okay? Don’t you worry, my lesson is free and you can return the favor by helping out Jacob more. Or… will my good student pay me with something else~”

Though his face showed pure joy at how the situation turned out, he remained mum, unsure how to respond to her advances.

“Our first lesson is going to be… kissing! say, Student Nero, have you ever kissed someone?” Seeing him silent, Sharron lightly clapped her hands and tenderly spoke, encouraging him to respond to her. 

Unfortunately, Nero’s awkwardness and panic made him unable to utter even a single word. He opened his mouth multiple times, but no word came out.

Looking at him acting like a fish out of water, Sharron shook her head in disappointment.

In the end, she decided to take matters into her own hands.

Slowly, her left hand snaked through his chest, finally resting to check his heartbeat. Sharron monitored the rhythm of his heartbeat with her dainty hand.

“Gosh, wouldn’t your heart burst out like this? You’re scared on the first day of school, huh? Hmm.. Don’t sweat it, okay, Teacher got just the medicine for you,” she said confidently.

Before he could figure out what she meant, her body leaned into him. Placing her knee over his chair, she stood up a little, her hands gently cupping his face. With a swift movement, Sharron pressed her rosy lips against his, gently teasing them with a playful nibble before pulling abruptly away. 

She retreated just as fast as she attacked.

When Nero realized what had just happened, he craned his neck to look at her.

Sharron was standing near with one knee on his chair, her arms clutching his chair, enclosing him. A few strands of her hair flowed down, softly brushing his face. The evening glow of the sun breaching through the window illuminated her face, casting a halo-like glow as she looked down at him.

If it were any other moment, he would have etched her current profile deep in his heart to brush it out later. He would have been even troubled by the bulging chest in her black gown mere inches away from his face. However, at that moment, his attention was completely captured by the sight of her cherry lips, which granted him a fleeting second of pure bliss.

Nero swiftly ran his tongue across his lips, trying to savor her lingering taste again, all while maintaining eye contact with Sharron. That was enough consent for Sharron to relaunch her siege with a smile.

She moved gently towards him, tilting her head slightly to the right. Her soft rosy lips parted lightly before locking his lower lip between them. A shock passed through him when she lightly swept the tip of her tongue over his lower lip. 

He felt his eyes close in the euphoria.

When he reopened his eyes, he was greeted with the view of Sharron attempting to probe her tongue into his mouth. Her eyes were closed shut, and her hands still cupped his face. Nero absentmindedly brought his hands over her narrow waist before pulling her down to sit on his lap. Then He opened his mouth, granting the vixen permission to do her thing. 

Nero remained in that chair, holding Mrs. Sharron’s waist closely as she sat on his lap, fully surrendering himself to her control.

After what felt like the time it takes to burn three-fourths of an incense stick, her intense assault of passion finally ceased.

“Mmm…Now all your fears have been snuffed out, right?” she softly whispered in his ears. 

“Hah… gasp.. I didn’t know you were also a talented healer, Mrs. Sharron. Do you have any more of this medicine?”

“Ara, Did Student Nero find the medicine tasty~”

Nero dumbly nodded his head to answer her.

“Then, Student Nero should be happy to know that your teacher has a variety of medicines to address any illnesses you may have.”

Nero wanted her to list those specific medicines for each illness but stopped himself when he witnessed her next action.

Sharron teasingly extended her pink tongue, emitting a soft hum of anticipation, enticing him to reciprocate her intimate gesture.

Nero couldn’t help but be fascinated with her pink tongue, which was now trembling as she stuck it out from her mouth. His lips gently pecked against her extended tongue before rubbing it with the tip of his tongue. 

The mix of her heated breath and tingling sense of pleasure from the contact was enough to freeze him on the spot.

“Not like that Student Nero~ Stick out your tongue. Let me teach you how.”

When Nero stuck his tongue, Sharron gently clasped his face with her hand, bringing her face down closer to him. She slowly slid her tongue into his mouth, indenting to give him a lesson on carnal knowledge. Her lips rubbed and devoured his tongue as if eating an ice pop. He felt his tongue melt in her control and warmth. 

Nero could feel himself getting back into the euphoria he experienced. Still, she was not letting himself fully immerse in those sensations. Sharron’s tongue moved above his outstretched tongue teasingly before retreating. She repeatedly ‘tagged’ him before backtracking, inviting him to make the next move.

He gladly responded, taking her cue.

Their lips met in a passionate embrace as Nero leaned up to her. 

His hand resting at her waist came alive, roaming its way up to her nape. He pulled her head closer while nibbling her rose-colored lips. 

The taste of her breath, the sweet floral aroma of her skin, and the gentle pressure of her mouth against him all gave life to flutters of butterflies in his stomach. Their bouts of tongues and lips made him sense an intimate connection and an intense yearning to devour more of her.

Sharron finally put a stop to their duel by pulling away from him. Their eyes both locked onto each other as they panted slightly before breaking into a smile of joy. 

She fondly ran her right hand back and forth through his raven hair, feeling the silky strands slipping through her fingers. Nero’s hand also glided down from her nape, trailing a tender path down her spine until it reached her waist, which stuck around to caress her affectionately.

In that moment, they embraced the serenity and bliss washing over them, letting their bodies relax in each other’s arms.

Breaking the silence, Sharron spoke with solemness in her voice.

“No one should know of this matter, okay? If things come to light, we both have to hang ourselves.”

“I understand. You can trust me, Mrs. Sharron. No soul beyond us will know of this matter.” Nero’s voice mirrored her seriousness, knowing the gravity of the situation. 

While adultery may not carry legal consequences, the potential fallout of being discovered was not to be taken lightly. The people here were pretty much stuck in Victorian-era morality. If caught, it would spell social death for both of them. Social ostracization and shaming in a community, where everyone was depended on each other for livelihood, was bound to hurt them like hell. More so for Mrs. Sharron. A mother and wife engaging in any act jeopardizing her family’s future was frowned upon. Their pursuit of personal interest over a stable family will be heavily criticized, as societal needs far outweigh individual desires. The nail that sticks out will get hammered down. Nero had long done his homework and grasped how the gears of society spun around here.

“Ara, did my student feel blue when the topic got serious? Need more of my medicine to cheer you up?” Her teasing voice broke his thoughts.

That was all it took Nero to brighten up. His eyes shone with excitement and anticipation of what the seductress had in store for him.

“Aww, ain’t you like a cute puppy?” Sharron pulled his cheek, seeing his reaction, before leaning down to land a smooch on his forehead.

“Say Student Nero, when you read that book, you did it, right?”

Nero felt heat rising in his cheeks upon hearing her question. Sharron, seeing his reaction, knew she had struck a chord.

“Tell me, Student Nero,” she asked in a low, steamy tone, “who did you fantasize about when you were doing it?” Her voice held a hint of mischief and curiosity.

“I did it imagining the most stunning woman in Agroville,” Nero confessed, his tone a blend of confidence and bashfulness, fully aware that he had to play this right to get more of her hot medicine. He didn’t fully disclose who he meant, but his eyes locked with her and conveyed the answer.

The answer might have been good enough for Sharron, as she let out a tinkly laughter before swooping down to reward him with a smooch on his right cheek. 

“Mrs. Sharron, have you also d-done it… while reading the book?” encouraged by his initial success, Nero picked up the opportunity to pose his question. The only thing on his mind was to keep up the flirtatious nature of the conversation and make her say more of those things.

“Fufu, did what exactly?” Sharron’s voice got back to her teasing mode.

Nero found himself at a loss for words. He didn’t exactly have the confidence to ask a grown woman whether she fingered herself imagining him. Not yet, at least.

Seeing him silent, she set about to do her thing. 

Sharron shook her head before arching her arms to gather her hair. Her slender hands ran through her hair before bunching them together, deftly twisting and shaping them into a neat bun. Throughout the entire process, Nero’s eyes never left her as he meticulously admired her every gesture, drawn by her exquisite features. 

Her graceful arch of arms exposed him to her fully shaved fair armpits in the sleeveless gown. A single golden chain adorned her elegantly curved neck, leading down into her alluring cleavage, where he suspected the pendant bearing Carlos’s name snuggled inside.

As his eyes continued to roam, he couldn’t help but adore her shapely breasts perfectly cuddled inside the confines of her gown. The fair texture of her skin stood out against the black clothing, creating a visually striking contrast.

“Like what you are seeing?” Sharron asked, securing a neat bun on top of her head.

Nero lazily nodded without bothering to take his eyes off her two white bunnies. He didn’t need permission to ogle at the woman sitting in his lap who gave him a Frenchie seconds ago. 

Seeing his idle answer, Sharron reached for the straps of her gown, giving her jugs a good shake merely inches away from his face.

Nero’s heart skipped a beat.

He wondered whether her breast would now spill out from the black dress, causing a rush of excitement and panic to surge through him. Nothing of that sort happened.

The only thing her actions did was turn on him more.

Laughing smugly at his flushed face, Sharron rose from his lap before walking towards her bedroom.

Pausing at the doorway, she stood there; her back turned to him. He couldn’t help but hold his breath. Her knee-length black dress had ridden up, now scrunched just below her shapely bottom. Her long lithe legs, supple thighs, and the outline of her curvy bottom were all out in the open. She made no effort to adjust her clothing, exactly knowing where his eyes would be.

Sharron slightly turned her head with her fleshy buns still facing him and gave him a deep look before going inside her bedroom. Something within Nero snapped, seeing her inviting eyes. He stood up a beat later, walking towards her like a puppet being pulled by an invisible string.