Chapter 84: Alex’s House (Part-2) (1/2)

“Beast’s Scene, activate!” I mutter.

Immediately, my body starts getting hotter and hotter and a strange scent starts secreting out of my body.

“I will search for the notebook as fast as I can, Mrs. Kremer. You can start getting ready if you like,” I politely say before starting to walk towards the staircase leading upstairs.

But Mrs. Kremer doesn’t move from her place and keeps staring at me with a bright red face while starting to breathe roughly.

Fufufu… Beast’s scent is working.

“W-Wait…”

Suddenly, as I was expecting, her words to stop me comes before I can even reach the staircase properly.

“Yes, Mrs. Kremer?” I ask while turning around with an innocent smile.

She doesn’t reply but slowly starts to walk toward me in a lustful manner.

Damn…

As this house is really big, the effect of Beast’s Scent should not be enough to make her completely sex-crazed. But still, she’s clearly in an induced state of trance right now.

And again, just like the last time, I have no use to keep her like this…

“Are you okay?” I ask while moving ahead and grabbing her shoulders strongly.

I carefully make sure that there is some direct skin contact between us.

“E-Eh?”

The next instant, Mrs. Kremer jerks her head and comes back to her senses. Though well, she has only broken through the trance state, the Beast’s Scent is still increasing the sexual hunger of her mind and body.

“O-Oh, yes, I-I am fine. Completely fine,” she says while still looking at me with hotly.

“Okay then, I should go—”

“No! No, wait! Can you… Can you sit down with me for a while?” she asks with a blushing face while gesturing at the sofas behind us.

…

Okay, this is really drastic. Her rude tone is completely changed.

And also, she’s not beating around the bush that much and directly inviting me to sit with her. This is a little unexpected.

Fufufu… Well, it’s good though. Maybe, I can this extra time to have some more fun with her later.

“But aren’t your friends waiting for you?” I ask with a frown.

“Yes, but this… this is more important,” she says while breathing heavily,” I… I want to ask you something about A-Alex.”

Oh, really? About Alex, huh?

I really doubt that.

“Yeah, sure, Mrs. Kreme. Ask me anything,” I say warmly before making my way towards the sofas and sitting down.

She also follows behind and sits down right next to me. Well, not right next to me exactly. Looking at how heavily she is leaning on my body, one can say that she’s practically sitting on top of me.

Even her huge half-naked tits have changed their shape due to being pressed so hard against my arm. Being this close to her, I can actually smell the fruity scent of the shampoo she probably used while bathing earlier.

“So… you wanted to ask me something about Alex?” I ask, pretending to ignore her clear sexual provocation.

“A-About Alex? Yes, yes… eh… he… he doesn’t have any bad habits, right?” she asks while putting her right hand on my thigh.

…

That’s a lame-ass question.

“No, obviously not,” I lie.

In all honesty, I don’t think any of his habits are good, Mrs. Kremer.

“Well, having nice friends such as you… I would have been really surprised if that were the case,” she says in a whisper.

And the next moment, her hands slowly start creeping up from my thighs.

For a moment I thought (or hoped) that she will grab my crotch, but her hand just keeps moving up till it reaches my chest, only to start to caressing it gently

“W-What are you doing, Mrs. Kremer? This is really inappropriate!” I say while grabbing her hand and trying to pull it off from my chest. Though in reality, I am not putting any real strength into it, so her hand stays where it is.

Though one might wonder, why am I faking to resist at all? Why not just go with the flow and start plowing Mrs. Kremer like she obviously wants me to?

Actually, I am not here to just fuck her and be done with it. For my future plans, I really need her to seduce me into having sex with her.

And for that, it’s necessary for me to show some minor resistance at first, or my plan won’t succeed.

“I know that you must be a good friend to my son, Paul. And I am sure that you care about him a lot… right?” she asks in a whisper again.

Care about him? Well, if caring means wanting that bastard dead…

“Y-Yes, obviously,” I answer her with a nod.

“Good… Very good… Then I am also sure, that you wouldn’t want your friend to become sad, right?” she asks, moving her hand down from my chest.

“No, I wouldn’t…”

Suddenly, a strange smile forms on Mrs. Kremer’s face.

“Then I guess you deserve to know that I am forced to do something that will make Alex really sad. But you can prevent that from happening…” she says.

“How?” I ask.

“You see… I am planning on divorcing my husband. He loves his work way too much and doesn’t care about his family at all.